In the darkness, Aizahár heard the voice of God.
Her voice was crisp and pleasant, as beautiful as the sound of the life-giving rain falling from the sky on Amnesty Day.
She didn't know how people from other regions would describe this sound, which was like a drop of water falling on the surface of water. Her time in school was not as long as this Honkai, so she could only use her own crude language to give a simple praise to that voice.
That must be the voice of God...
What would God look like? Would she take this opportunity to pat her head like her mother? Would she help her...
Her thoughts became more and more greedy. Aizahár gently opened her eyes, wanting to fulfill her first wish.
Hmm...
Why does she look exactly like the girl I deceived for the first time?
Aizahár immediately closed her eyes and continued to lie there peacefully.
"You're awake, aren't you?" That pleasant voice, which Aizahár believed to be God's, came again. But this time, a drop of cold sweat trickled down her forehead.
Bianka looked at Aizahár, who was forcing her body to tense up, every part of her, from her fingers to her eyebrows, screaming of her nervousness. For a moment, she didn't know what to say.
Sometimes... she admitted that she was a little slow, but she really wasn't stupid. How could such a clumsy act fool her sharp eyes?
"If you're awake, can you please get up from me first?" Bianka glanced helplessly at the canteen she had placed on the side. In order to catch the falling Aizahár, Bianka had to choose between the Star of Judgment and her lunch... her canteen.
Obviously, she had put down the canteen.
She had been holding the canteen all day. Suddenly putting it down, she felt uneasy, as if the canteen would grow legs and run away in the next second.
The canteen wouldn't grow legs and run away, but Aizahár had legs and feet. Apart from some minor malnutrition problems, she was very healthy.
She quickly pulled away from Bianka's arms and crawled away, pulling a distance between them. She didn't say a word, as if the other person wouldn't be able to see her if she did.
Just like this, sneak away in the darkness...
"Ah, your flashlight," Bianka picked up the flashlight that Aizahár had dropped. The beam of light in the darkness shone on Aizahár's dark, twisted, crawling figure, making her freeze.
Is it really too naive to try to escape like this?
Aizahár's heart sank. She slowly got up from the ground, calmly patted the dust off her clothes, then lowered her head and knelt down in front of Bianka.
"I'm so sorry!!"
I deceived you into paying a hundred milliliters of water for a paper flower that was only worth five!
What?! So after fainting in front of someone, you have to apologize like this?!
"No, no, no..." Bianka panicked, grabbed the canteen and put it on, then clumsily helped Aizahár up from the ground. "It's nothing!"
As expected of a young lady from a wealthy family! She is as kind as an angel!
Aizahár finally breathed a sigh of relief. The reason she had approached Bianka in the first place was because Bianka looked like she had just arrived from a wealthy family.
As for why the clothes of a wealthy family didn't fit?
She said she had just arrived! Who wouldn't be in a mess after just escaping here?
With the "forgiveness," Aizahár finally dared to look up at Bianka. As she was being helped up, she saw Bianka's exquisite clothes and her beautiful face that transcended her clothes.
In that instant, a trace of inferiority inevitably appeared in Aizahár's heart.
This was human nature. When meeting an outstanding person, one would always compare them to oneself.
And most of the so-called "outstanding people" would not be perfect in every aspect, so this subconscious comparison would always find the "ten wins and ten losses" of both sides, so as to achieve a psychological balance and a normal conversation.
But if the other person was too outstanding, it would be "self-humiliation." The reason why Cecilia could unknowingly cut off the ambition of her peers was because she was too perfect, and no one could find a single flaw.
And Aizahár hadn't been to school much. Her mind was not fully developed, and she had experienced the test of life and death in the apocalypse and the blow of her mother's serious illness. That sense of inferiority made her lower her head again.
This is a person favored by God... she thought, but her hands unconsciously tightened.
Suddenly, Aizahár realized something.
She suddenly raised her head and began to search frantically.
Her flowers... and that canteen... it still contained the one hundred milliliters of water that she had exchanged for by abandoning her morals yesterday, although some of it had already been consumed...
Wait, that water was deceived from this person...
"Are you looking for this?"
The moment Aizahár's body froze again, a paper flower with a pungent, cheap perfume scent was handed to her.
Aizahár looked up. Under the light of the flashlight, the paper flower she had made with her own hands was right in front of her.
Some parts were obviously squeezed, but it was generally intact. With a little shaping, it would be as good as new.
Looking down the stem of the paper flower, Aizahár saw Bianka's face again.
This time, she didn't see the kind of untouchable distance and superiority on the other's face, only the pure concern.
"Are you... alright?" Bianka asked carefully, looking at Aizahár who had frozen for the third time. She was a little unsure if this girl had fainted due to some illness.
If so... could she let her leave on her own?
Just thinking about it, Bianka felt that she was a great sinner, leaving such a fragile child who could faint at any time to walk alone on this dark road...
Sigh, luckily this child was lucky enough to meet her... then she might as well be a good person to the end.
Bianka touched the Star of Judgment that she had hung on her waist, and felt a little more confident.
"Let me pick it up for you," Bianka said, handing the flower to Aizahár. Then, under Aizahár's incomprehensible gaze, she picked up the flower basket and began to quickly pick up the scattered paper flowers on the ground.
Before long, a basket of somewhat wilted paper flowers was placed in front of Aizahár.
Aizahár looked at it several times before she dared to confirm that it was Bianka who had picked it up for her.
No... is she an idiot? To help someone who had deceived her?
That's not right...
Suddenly, a brand new thought was born in Aizahár's heart.
Is she... an angel?