"It's better to let the Fu Mourning God take care of this child."

"Seconded, we can't leave him here forever. We don't have the responsibility of a caretaker."

"Then let's find Hasebe to take care of him?"

"Then it's better to find a random Fu Mourning God without an Inquisitor to take care of This Pill. We can't waste this child's Reiki."

"That's right!

This is also for the child's own good. He can't release his Reiki and his body will get worse. "

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, as expected of that woman's child. His Reiki is terrifyingly strong."

"No matter how strong Nagisa Inagaki is, she's already dead … And this child, what's the use of having strong Reiki? He can't even speak properly at the age of six."

"His personality is also terrible. He doesn't want snacks, ignores you when you talk, and hides in the corner to stare at you."

"Sigh … why do we have to take care of this kid."

"Okay, okay, stop talking, I'm going to make a report … What's this kid's name again?"

"I forgot."

"I forgot too. He keeps calling me kid."

"I think he has Nagisa Inagaki's surname … Ryūsei Inagaki."

Nagisa Inagaki, a senior Inquisitor of the Government of the Hour. Her job in the modern world was a witch.

During the fight against Retrograde March, the coordinates of This Pill were accidentally exposed. Then, the Retrograde March broke through This Pill. Nagisa Inagaki and the Fu Mourning God who owned This Pill both died. The Government of the Hour took care of the funeral and found that Nagisa Inagaki had a son, Ryūsei Inagaki, six years old.

Although young, he had strong Reiki, and the nature of his Reiki was very special. His mother didn't allow him to step out of the house because of this.

However, Nagisa Inagaki didn't have the heart to take care of her child and didn't want others to know about her child's existence. Therefore, she only bought bags of bread and milk and left them at home. When the child was hungry, he would open them and eat them himself.

Even so, the child had been without food and water for three days and was on the verge of death when he was found.

The Government of the Hour had the responsibility to take care of the families of the deceased interrogators, but Ryūsei Inagaki was an exception. He had no other relatives, and he himself was a psychic, so they brought Ryūsei Inagaki back to the Government of the Hour. As for how to settle this child, it became the most difficult problem.

To be honest, Ryūsei Inagaki was not very likable.

His hair, which had not been taken care of for a long time, was so long that it covered his eyes and was tangled in messy knots. His ill-fitting clothes were so long that they covered his thighs but drooped to reveal half of his shoulders. His body, which was too thin and weak, swayed and trembled when he walked, as if he was about to fall down at any time. He could not speak clearly and kept jumping out one word after another. He was not willing to communicate with others at all. His interests and hobbies were so strange that he could watch bugs alone for an entire afternoon, but he was indifferent to the TV games that ordinary children were interested in.

In the face of such a helpless child, of course, the patience of the staff was exhausted little by little, and they became more and more impatient to take care of him.

At this moment, the center of the discussion, Ryūsei Inagaki, seemed to not hear the discussion around him. He squatted in a corner and stared blankly at the pile of ants at his feet.

A large black mass, densely packed together, was carrying a piece of half-melted milk candy.

Ordinary people would feel disgusted and afraid of the insects, but in Ryūsei's eyes, they were very cute.

He liked 'more'.

If there was more bread, he would not starve, if there was more air, he would not have difficulty breathing, if there was more water, he could bathe, if there were more animals, he could play with.

And ants … ants, a lot of family.

A lot, a lot, a lot of family.

Ryūsei was still in a daze when suddenly a hand pulled him back. His small body could not resist at all, and he was pulled by this force and fell, scraping a piece of skin on his elbow.

Before Ryūsei could get up, the voice screamed, "Oh my god, these ants!

You little brat!

Why did you bring melted milk candy into the room again?! "

As he spoke, he grabbed Ryūsei, who had just gotten up, and violently pulled him to the door. "Stand still!

Don't move without my permission! "

Ryūsei was scared stiff by the voice and did not dare to move. He stood at the door, holding his small arm.

"This is so disgusting!

What should we do with these ants?!

Zanada-senpai! "

"Zuoneng, can't you be more patient with children?

Talk to him nicely. "

The Zuoneng dragged his voice and said perfunctorily, "Yes, so?

These ants … "

"Just burn them to death with boiling water … Why are there so many of them?

Do we have ants building a nest here? "

Liuxing, who was listening outside, was very anxious. She hid behind the door frame uneasily and looked at the staff in the office frequently. Her body was shivering, like a cub that was afraid of being discovered by hunters. Her small hands were clasped together nervously, and she was about to twist them into small dough twists.

Ryūsei's strange behavior attracted the Zuoneng's attention. "I said don't move!

What are you looking at?

Look at the trouble you've caused me! "

Liu Xing was so scared that she stood up straight. After a while, she turned her head back, trembling. Her tone was full of pleading, and her voice was almost inaudible, "I'm … sorry, I'm … not an ant, not hot, not hot."

The Zuoneng did not seem to hear him. He poured the hot water on the group of ants.

As if the one being scalded was not an ant but herself, Liuxing subconsciously hugged her head and squatted on the ground, letting out a whine that no one could hear.

But this soundless whine did not last long. He trembled and loosened his arms. His face was pale, and he gasped for breath. His palms were anxiously searching all over his body.

It's so painful!

It's so hot!

It's so painful!

His skin felt like it was being burned. Severe pain poured into his brain from head to toe. His whole body felt like it was on fire. He screamed and rolled on the ground, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not extinguish the invisible flame on his body. When he gradually woke up, he had been lying in the corridor for a while.

The child was lying on the ground weakly. His body was covered with dust, and half of his face was wet with cold sweat. His long bangs were condensed with sweat. While he was in a mess, one of the child's eyes could be seen clearly.

It was a silver pupil that was as pure as glass, but it was gloomy and lifeless.

"… Disgusting."

The Zuoneng commented with a frown. In his hand was a large group of ants that had been scalded to death. "Stay away from me." As he passed by Ryūsei, he muttered in disgust, "You're so dirty."

"Didn't I tell you to be nicer to the child?"

In the office, Sanada frowned and reprimanded, "His Reiki has the nature of empathy. This can't be helped. Can't you let him go further away before you start?"

"Yes, yes —" The Zuoneng responded and walked out of the office building. His tone was still perfunctory.

Ryūsei staggered to his feet. Suppressing his fear, he quietly followed the Zuoneng.

The Zuoneng secretly rolled his eyes at his clumsy tracking technique, but he didn't drive him away. He went out through the back door and found a random patch of grass in the courtyard. He dumped the ants on the grass and slowly walked back.

Ryūsei waited until the Zuoneng's figure disappeared. He hurriedly rushed to the grass and covered the group of ants with a silver light in his hand.

The small area covered by the light seemed to be enchanted. Grass and trees grew wildly, and flowers bloomed all over the grass.

But those ants didn't move at all, until they were submerged by the crazily growing vegetation and could no longer be seen.

The light in Ryūsei's hand went out. He stood there for a long time, and then hugged his knees and curled up into a ball.

He couldn't cry.

A good child couldn't cry.

After a long time, he buried his head in his knees. Only his trembling voice could be heard.

"… I'm sorry."