Aochi
Once again, the same siren sounded as before.
So—that meant the preparations were complete.
“Hey, Rhone, how much time is there between the preparations being finished and the start of the transfer?”
Even though I had just heard some half-hearted explanation a moment ago, I ended up asking Rhone again, caught up in the flow.
“This time the preparations ended rather quickly. The time until the transfer begins also changes each time… but from here on, it depends on God.”
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“Depends on God?”
“Yes. From here on is God’s time of confirmation. After receiving notice from the familiar bird that preparations are finished, he checks with his own eyes whether the transfer can begin. If God were to come looking for your Harvester, this would be the timing.”
As for the Harvester—though it concerned him directly, he sat down on the ground looking bored, tracing with his fingertips the softly glowing blue nebula that floated before us.
And there was something else I absolutely had to confirm.
“Hey, Oze. Why are you so certain that God will choose you?”
Oze looked at me and shook his head quickly, flustered. I couldn’t tell what had unsettled him.
“I’m not blaming you. I just simply wondered why you’re so certain. Oze…?”
Oze’s complexion looked pale. Was it just the shade of the violet nebula drifting nearby?
Suddenly, I noticed Oomi trembling, head bowed. What was going on with everyone?
“Oomi… do you know something?”
Silent-chan, usually so expressionless, wore a sorrowful face.Ululu’s exaggerated eyes looked as if they were about to weep.