How the Church Dove Kissed the Crow

--The copy of "Please Forget Me, Detective" from the Western Fantasy Infinity stream is available at the bottom. [Shaking S crazy criticism of female detective × genius and arrogant male assistant] On the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, the saint found a stack of manuscripts in the old priest's bookcase, which recorded in detail every detail of her experiences during the sixteen years she had been adopted by the church. At first, she thought it was just the old priest's parenting diary, but the more she looked at it, the more something was wrong. ——In the sixteenth year, today is the saint's coming-of-age ceremony. The little guy has finally grown into an adult... ——In the seventeenth year, the saint fell in love with the devil in the forbidden forest next door... ——In the eighteenth year, the Saint left us forever, her voice and appearance still lingering. Saint:? ? ? Holy Girl: I got excited. I saw that my father was writing a non-mainstream sadistic novel, and the protagonist was myself. However, as time passed, the events in the manuscript came to light one by one. Only then did the saint gradually realize, where is the non-mainstream sadistic text? That is a true portrayal of her future! In people's memory, the always well-behaved Saint's temperament changed drastically from that time: she ran into the Forbidden Forest every now and then, locked herself in her room all day tinkering with potions, and was witnessed hanging out with horned monsters... People in the church said that the saint was crazy. Saint: Knowing that you have two years left to live, how can you not be crazy? ***** All the demons in Sowelu Continent know that the Sword of Damocles hangs high above the head of the active Demon King. ——Those are the twin brothers of the Demon King, coveting his throne. Finally one day, the poor devil's magic power was sealed by his good brother, and he was kicked into the Forbidden Forest Lake at the door of his house. The self-destructive Demon King wanted to just fall asleep, but when he opened his eyes again, there was a silver-haired human girl in front of him. The girl held his face and asked him: "So, don't you have any feelings for me?" Demon King:...? I must not have woken up yet... ***** ·The dark saint of chaos × the innocent devil of pure love ·The daily life of the Holy Lady teasing the Demon King + unit drama-style adventure ·The writing style is lighthearted, funny and nonsensical ·Lightning Protection: Gods and some spells [name only] refer to DND, but it is not the native Forgotten Realms worldview. Please do not bring it into the native worldview. · --The door of the manor is opening for you-- Pre-collection of "Please Forget Me, Detective" [Western Fantasy·Steam Age·Suspense Reasoning·Relaxing and Humorous] Anan, who suffered from dissociation disorder, was dizzy and sleeping soundly when receiving hypnotherapy. When he opened his eyes, he found that he had traveled to Europe in the Victorian era. In front of her were a bumpy carriage, a fluttering crenolin skirt, and a man in a deacon's uniform, glaring at her with disdain. "Finally opened your eyes? If you keep sleeping like this to death, I'm going to call the doctor." "I can still fall asleep in such a noisy carriage. I really underestimated the detective's adaptability to the environment." The man made a series of sarcastic remarks to her as soon as he opened his mouth, successfully triggering Anan's stress response. Anan was just about to let this man have a taste of the Barton Technique on the bridge of his nose, when suddenly, a line of characters appeared between his retinas—— "Please follow your assistant to solve the case of "Hyacinth Manor", detective. So what's going on now? Did she travel through time and become a female detective in a mystery game? Wait, assistant, what did you say... "Are you still awake? How can you even forget about my external brain?" The man sitting opposite him tapped his temple with his fingertips provocatively, teasing unceremoniously. Anan thought about it and felt that the most important question at the moment was which foot to use to kick the trousers of the sharp-tongued assistant in front of him. "Hey, assistant brother. Do you want to try it? Is my fist harder or your mouth harder?" ***** * April 12, 2040 The player has successfully entered the game "Nights of Mnemosyne". Since the copy has not been tested, some options may be dangerous. Therefore, I decided to become the player's assistant and guide her to avoid those risky options. If something unexpected happens, our memories will be forcibly erased. Therefore, I will record my experience in the game here to facilitate subsequent debugging and error correction. * April 13, 2040 Underestimating her. This woman, she is the type who knows there is a pit ahead but still wants to jump in to see how deep it is. She doesn't play according to common sense at all... Crazy! Violent maniac! Unable to understand! It seems that this game is destined to end with GAMEOVER. I have calmed down and am prepared for my memory to be wiped out at any time. By the way, does she know how much that fist on the face hurt? Even if I cried after being beaten by her, it was obviously physiological tears, right... Oh, damn, my cheek hurts... * April 14, 2040 Did she treat me as an NPC? How could she be so cruel? ! No, if this continues, before the game GAMEOVER, my life will have to GAMEOVER first... * April 19, 2040 The game "Nights of Mnemosyne" was originally designed just to trap her. But why do I feel more and more that I am the one who is trapped? * ——The above is excerpted from Dr. Huanyun's diary. ***** ·Tik S crazy criticizes the female detective from the physics department × the male assistant from the tsundere and poisonous tongue brain department ·The main body of the "game" is the fictional world view of Europe in the Victorian era, with unlimited flow and elements of mythology and occultism. ·The writing style is relaxed and humorous, sometimes partial to stream of consciousness, with a large amount of dialogue and a small amount of Inland Empire and black humor. · Purpose: Life is short, live it and cherish it