As time passed, the morning of the tar swamp came again. It was a quiet and peaceful morning as always. The bubbles of the tar were still spreading with a strong smell of oil. The flowers under the oil trees slowly opened their petals. The glow of Mira and Chikasa had faintly plated a golden edge to the end of the horizon. The mist that belonged to the very early morning began to gradually spread in the wet tar swamp.
The tar swamp at this time was quiet and beautiful. The jungle where “Smile” and Claire were filled with natural and harmonious scenery. Misty appeared on the tender green leaves, and the chirping of insects added a little vitality to this quiet little world. The oil wood stretching the leaves was crystal clear and beautiful in the reflection of the oil, and the pungent tar smell became lighter under the cover of the leaves.
At this moment, a girl with pink ponytails was humming a quiet and peaceful song in the silence, and on her legs, a boy with stains and scratches on her armor was also sleeping sweetly.
As the agile wind gently brushed across the green grass on the ground, the young girl with gold edges outlined by the rising sun looked as beautiful as she walked out of the painting. Whether it was the long light pink hair fluttering in the wind or the silver armor, it showed a poetic artistic conception!
However… this beautiful scene is destined to last for a long time, because the girl with two ponytails sitting under the pearly wood is waiting for an opportunity to “smile”, while the boy lying on the “smile” pillow… is the confused Claire.
“Do you know, innocent kid”?
Looking down at Claire who was already asleep, the “smile” sound was still as lively and graceful as a lark. She slowly moved her fingers and said: “In the neighborhood I used to be, I have also met a guy like you who trusts others without any defense.”
“Smile” whispered softly in Claire’s ear, while she carefully pulled out a pointed needle from the gap under her boots.
“That idiot is a little boy. He has no ability except for his beautiful stealing skills. I remember that the neighborhood I was in was fighting with another neighborhood to compete for territory. I was unfortunately injured in that battle. Fortunately, thanks to the stupid little boy who took the risk of stealing medicine for me every day, I survived successfully…”
As the cold wind in the morning gradually stopped, the “smiling” sound became more and more weird. On her fingertips, the two-centimeter-long, thin needle like hair, showed a cold light under the sunlight. ..
“But… the first thing I did after I recovered was to cut the idiot’s head off, because the precious medicine he stole once had angered the owner of the pharmacy store, so hisThe reward for the head on the trail sign is worth five silver coins.”
He quietly pointed the slender needle at Claire’s temple, and “Smile” kept the same smile as before, and slowly, accurately and firmly stabbed the needle into Claire’s head.
“Swish”!
Accompanied by an almost inauspicious sound of penetration, the sharp needle on the fingertips of “Smile” pierced Claire’s brain without any obstacles.