Stray

Oliver had never been so relaxed.

Nemo’s phantom had no temperature, and the behemoth under his feet would not disappear because of this relationship. The absurd and crazy part of the world hadn’t changed as if he seemed to be embraced by those cruel facts and became reassured in the deeper and dark night.

In the meeting just now, Nemo, the Pillar of the World, didn’t object to Oliver’s rescue plan. Everything returned to the right track and moved forward slowly over time. There were no more puzzles and no more panic in their lives.

Oliver leaned back on the shimmering Demon King’s skull, so comfortable that he almost fell asleep. The tired knight spread out his limbs on the stout branches and raised his head.

Nemo, who was sitting on top of the skull, lowered his head and smiled. His two hands gradually moved down from the top of his lover’s head, passing through the soft hair, passing by his ears, and finally his fingertips touched his chin, and his palms just covered most of Oliver’s cheeks.

“What do you want to talk about, Ollie?”

“Let me think about it… Why did you save me in the first place? Not the first time in the Border Forest, but it was the time against Witherspoon. You hadn’t, uh…”

Oliver muttered. Just like more than dozens of years ago, the little boy who was too enthusiastic and talked to himself to his imaginary friend.

“…hadn’t fallen in love with you yet.” This time his “imaginary friend” gave a gentle response.