I had come back to life.
I woke up.
Before I could react.
I saw my daughter!
This was freaking terrifying, wasn't it?!
What hadn't I seen over the years?!
Sorry! This... I really hadn't seen before!
Coming back from the dead?
How did I get here?
Why was my daughter wearing shoes? No... those looked more like socks?
Socks on her feet?
What was even going on here...
Hen's mind was a mess. His pupils trembled, and his heart shook like the earth. He was even less able to speak as he stared at Little Griseo.
"According to my memories, Uncle Kevin and the others said so."
"The Ninth Herrscher's pseudo black hole swallowed the entire Mu Continent, causing the world's overall technological level to plummet afterward..."
"The losses were immense."
"..."
Little Griseo looked into the distance.
No matter how far away it was, she could see it.
The pseudo black hole looked like the gaping maw of an abyss, baring its vicious claws and crushing everything.
Countless people were fleeing.
Countless others were crushed.
It was clearly just a sphere the size of a city.
Yet from all directions, countless things poured in one after another, like rivers and seas flowing backward.
There was no room for resistance.
Holding her paintbrush, she casually gestured at it, pondered for a moment, and thought it over briefly.
She wasn't planning to paint this apocalyptic scene with her brush.
Putting aside whether painting it and storing it in the illustrated catalog would let her use it like a magic card.
Even if that were possible, it was something to try later.
Little Griseo looked quiet and gentle, but she had an exceptionally kind personality.
She had remained so simple and pure through both lifetimes.
Since she had the power to restrain the pseudo black hole, stop the losses in time, and prevent greater casualties.
She was naturally willing to lend a hand.
After all!
She wanted to work hard for everything beautiful in the world.
She wanted to rewrite tragedies and change the regrets that could never be resolved.
Whether they had anything to do with her or not! Even if it was only to satisfy herself, she still wanted to do it!
"What is it?" Hen's body had already recovered.
He simply hadn't gotten used to it yet.
Following Little Griseo's gaze, he looked over there. Although he could only see a little and not nearly as clearly as Little Griseo.
But after putting together what Little Griseo had just said...
He could still understand.
What exactly had happened over there.
"I was thinking..."
Little Griseo tilted her head, looked at Hen, and blinked, unconsciously acting cute.
"Why don't I just make it more direct?"
"..."
She said.
"It's too far away here."
"I'm worried that if I paint over the canvas, I might accidentally erase the other people too."
It wouldn't be good if her hand slipped.
Doing delicate work was, by comparison, like embroidering. It put a great deal of emphasis on eyesight.
Even if she could do it...
Little Griseo still felt there was no need to make things so troublesome.
"Huh?" Hen looked at her instinctively. He only felt that his mind had become even more chaotic.
The Little Griseo before him seemed unexpectedly opinionated.
Come to think of it...
What exactly was she trying to do?!
Faintly.
Hen looked at the pseudo black hole over there, then at the little girl before him.
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