The author has something to say: May 16:

Ah, this chapter is too hard to write QAQ

I also found myself losing the entire document for the return of the head of the room......

Fortunately, fortunately, I can still find it back from here.

Tomorrow I will start to take the HE of Primary 1, and after the HE of Primary 1 is over, maybe it may be ...... There's also a grandfather's HE bar.

He just doesn't love me, but I love him

Let's have a familiar soundtrack today~~

The ED of the general chapter of "Thin Sakura Ghost Snow Hualu", "Dream Fantasy -a true love tale-".

Here's the link to listen:

She closed her eyes slightly, revealing a silent wry smile.

“…… It hurts. She replied in a very low voice.

She heard an extremely low throbbing sound from the Three Days Moon Sect.

…… Does he feel pain too?

The body temperature is dropping, and the whole body is chilling, which is probably a precursor to the rapid loss of vitality after a lot of blood loss.

I don't have time for any more pretty words...... What's more, she felt that Sanri Moon Sect didn't need to hear her say anything handsome to alleviate the strange emotions he felt in his heart.

He is one of the five swords in the world. He has a glorious appearance, every day, every night...... It has made countless people who want to become a god judge and those who have become a god judge think about it and pursue it diligently.

In this world, there is only what he cannot have, and there is nothing that he cannot withhold. As long as he wants, there will be many, many people holding the things he wants, handing them to him, waiting for him to accept them.

…… As long as he wants.

The Divine Inquisitor blinked slightly.

"So, so be it. ”

She took a few deep breaths with difficulty, and seemed to have enough strength to speak before she continued.

"That's good......"

She lifted her gaze slightly, eyes that had become a little hazy from pain and massive blood loss—eyes that had turned back to black because they had lost all of their rakshasa power, and looked at him deeply.

"In the future, if you can—"

"Go where you really want to go. ”

"Be what you've always ...... What they all want to do—"

"Responsibility...... or obligation...... Or looking down on all beings from above, it's not the only one in the world. ”

Perhaps because of the return to light, she spoke more smoothly now than before, and did not make the terrible gasps of the badly wounded, and looked very pale and calm, as if she were in severe pain.

"Now that you have the body of a mortal...... Just try to be submissive...... Mortal desires, how?"

The Witch smiled faintly, genuinely.

Breathing slows.

"Desire is a good thing......"

"It's the world...... The most precious emotional ...... one. ”

"It is not a sin to have longings or emotions...... It's not that your state of mind isn't detached enough...... caused by defects. ”

“…… It's proof that you're alive. ”

The smile on the pale face of the Goddess Inquisitor suddenly took on a strange sense of temptation for some reason, as if it wanted to lure out some kind of giant beast that had been dusty in his heart for a long time, wreaking havoc in the world.

"You...... Come into this world and stay in this world...... For what, three days and moons?"

Her voice was soft as a whisper.

The Three Days Moon Sect was silent and did not speak.

She didn't seem to be annoyed, and she didn't use her last strength to grab his hand like she did when she died, looking at him with sad eyes, asking him such an unanswerable question as "Did you really love me?" instead, she showed a calm and clear look, and looked at him with a slight smile in her eyes.

Although she was dying, her eyes were still bright and calm, with a hint of calmness in her gentleness, as if no matter how he answered, she could not hurt her, as if she was the one who was truly on top of him, looking down on his confusion with pity and sympathy, as if she had always held on to her faith and courage and accomplished what she really desired, and therefore could accept such an end with ease.

Three days Moon Sect felt that he was speechless for a while.

Then, she blinked slowly.

…… The blood-stained right hand lifted up and gently tugged at his wide sleeve.

That movement was very light, and he barely exerted any strength, but for some reason, Sanri Moon Sojin could still clearly feel the feeling of his sleeve being pulled by her, and the feeling of falling was heavy, as if he was going to pull his heart and sink to the bottomless abyss.

Her gaze gradually drifted, as if over his face and over his shoulder, looking at the sky behind him as the clouds gradually dissipated. There, the setting sun casts a warm orange-red glow, casting a radiant golden rim on the dark clouds.

She finally whispered, "Three days and moons......"

He stared at her intently, as if at last he understood that the process of death was irreversible, and could only wait quietly for the last words she had to leave to himself.

Is it the same as at the beginning of the summer, when he died with Kanno Hibiko? She would ask him if he had ever loved him, or would she ask him what feelings and thoughts he had to face himself, how should he answer? How should he answer...... In order not to hurt her, to not hurt himself, to be able to give the most honest answer to himself?

The next moment he got the answer he was waiting for.

The Tempestro slowly closed her eyes, cutting off his gaze.

She whispered:

“…… Fortunately. ”

In the next second, the Three Days Moon Sect felt his arm sink suddenly!

Before he could be surprised, he felt the heavy pressure quickly lessen.

His eyes widened suddenly!

The next moment, her body turned into blue-white ashes in the crook of his arm, and the clothes she was wearing suddenly burst into flames, emitting ominous blue-white flames!

The Three Sun Moon Sect's eyebrows were slightly lowered, but he always maintained the posture just now, and did not withdraw his hand to retreat away to avoid the small flame from burning him.

The moment Kiyohara's body turned to ashes, the clothes she was wearing automatically burst into flames. However, the small flame only burned on her clothes, and did not affect his, and even slid down his wide sleeves while burning, and by the moment she fell to the ground, her clothes were already burned out, and the flames were extinguished by themselves.

Although the wind that had raged around them during their decisive battle had subsided a lot, it still hadn't completely stopped. The wind blew through the empty square in front of Sensoji Temple, and in an instant, the blue and white ashes were rolled up, fluttered in the wind, and then scattered far away. In an instant, in front of the Three Sun Moon Sect, there was only one sword left that was still shining with cold light, lying quietly on the ground not far from him.

The Three Days Moon Sect still briefly maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee just now, bowing his head and looking at the square inch in front of him in silence.

There was no sign of her there. Even the moment she died, the feeling of her lifeless body pressing heavily on his arm was gone.

He didn't laugh or shed tears.

At the time of Kamino Hibiko's death, he had at least been saddened by her disappearance, and had shed tears for the first time that belonged to mortals.

But now, he doesn't have that urge. He even felt an unreal sense of calm, like the emptiness he felt after completing some important task.

Slowly, he spread out his right hand in front of him, which had just covered her wound.

The blood stained on the black leather gloves had begun to coagulate, but there was still an ominous sticky feeling.

He slowly leaned forward, reached out and reached the high-grade imitation of the "one period and one vibration", held it in his hand, and slowly examined the sword.

There were a few tiny scars on the blade, and there were also blood stains - even as a mourning god, he had a mortal body, and of course he would be injured and bleed.

Until the moment she deliberately showed her flaws and met her chest with his body knife, she performed extremely well. Fight calmly, think calmly, respond calmly, and make moves calmly...... The blade is sharp, the eyes are awe-inspiring, and every move and style reveals unreserved battle intent and killing intent, just like the best opponent that you dream of as a famous sword—or the holder of a famous sword.

Until the end, calmly take advantage of the gap in his body, throw out incredible facts, shake his composure, briefly distract him, and then use the flaw of the lightning and fire, and calmly meet his knife with his chest, the most beautiful one among the "five swords in the world"-

All of this was something she had thought about a long time ago.

She knew what he was coming for, and she knew why he still stubbornly stayed in this world and refused to leave—

The Three Days Moon Sect suddenly laughed.

He greeted the last ray of light from the setting sun, and crossed the blade of the knife in his hand.

The orange-red of the slanting sun slashed diagonally across the bright, sharp blade of the blade, flashing a light that was almost impossible to look at.

"What will happen if I complete my mission......

He said slowly, as if to himself.

"Do you already know...... That's why I made up my mind......"

Then, suddenly, he slashed across his left sleeve. The sharp blade instantly cut through the intricate and thick fabric with flower patterns, and a piece of fabric fell lightly to the ground.

He let go of his right hand, put the knife back on the ground beside his feet, and then grabbed the piece of fabric with his right hand and spread it out in the palm of his hand, carefully leveling it, and finally reached over his left hand, which had been clenched into a fist—

He let go of the five fingers of his left hand, and a small handful of blue-white ashes fell from his palm, landing on the beautifully patterned blue fabric, accumulating a small handful.

He slowly folded the four corners of the fabric back into a small cloth bag, held it in his hand, and stared at it for a long time.

He reached out and grabbed the ashes from the pile of ashes when the wind blew them away.

can only grasp such a small handful of evidence of her existence.

The Three Days Moon Sect stared at the small cloth bag for a long time, and suddenly smiled.

"Hehehehehehe...... I can't beat you, Lord Temple. ”

He whispered in a soft, helpless tone.

That's why you're desperate to change history...... It's like those marches back in time......"

Then, he burst into laughter and shook his head.

"No...... You are much more murderous than they are...... He is an outstanding inquisitor. ”

"You're so smart, you must know—"

The crescent-shaped eyes narrowed slightly.

"That's why I'm here to stay—"

He said quietly, as if sighing.

“…… In order to purge you who have gone too far. ”

After saying these two words, he stopped again and was silent for a long time.

The smile on the corners of his lips slowly disappeared.

After the smile disappeared, the corners of his lips continued to fall, and finally both of his lips tightened into a straight line, revealing real sadness and sadness.

For the first time, there was a hint of real pain in his voice. His magnetic voice was as low as a whisper.

"No, actually—"

On the beautiful and handsome jaw, a drop of water suddenly slid by, fell silently, fell onto the small cloth bag, and was completely absorbed by the soft fabric in an instant.

“…… To meet you. ”

The handsome Fu Fu Shen said softly, looking up at the sky where the dark clouds had gradually dispersed and the sunset had re-bloomed with orange glow.

I don't know when the wind has stopped. In the square in front of Sensoji Temple, only the wreckage and debris of the flower and tree buildings that had just been destroyed by the earthquake and the strong wind were scattered and lying quietly on the ground, no longer rolling, no longer shaking, no longer dancing with the wind.

And all of this was bought for her courage and sacrifice.

And tomorrow...... The repetition and repetition, the rising sun will rise every day, and the tomorrow that will come as usual every day is also the result of her crazy courage and sacrifice.

He knows it all.

He heard what Kirino said, and of course learned the shocking and unbelievable truths.

Living up to the name of the Inquisitor, the things she does are all good things for this world.

Such a person...... In the course of his life, no matter how long his life is, and how long it tends to be endless—

Yes, never again.

He clenched the small, blue cloth bag and calmly lowered his head, watching as his body began to become transparent.

It's the same thing that happened to me that day before I came into this world without warning.

On the battlefield where a fierce battle took place, his body gradually became transparent. Originally, he thought that it was an anomaly caused by his exhaustion of his divine power, or that the inquisitor at that time was close to exhaustion.

He had already prepared to calmly accept the fact that he was about to disappear, and then return to the sword, waiting for the next time he would be summoned by some powerful spiritual inquisitor.

And yet, there was such an indescribable and unbelievable event. He came here and met her.

Unlike everyone else, that person.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, what he suddenly remembered was what she said outside Nijo Castle.

He didn't plan to appear so immediately at the time, but after hearing that sentence, he suddenly had an idea for some reason-

If you show up in front of this person, you might be able to see with your own eyes what will happen in the future that you have never seen before.

Because, unlike the people he had seen, that person even if he was sarcastically ridiculed about the reality that he was not needed and not taken seriously, he stubbornly raised his chin and looked directly at the other party's provocation, and said in a tone full of courage and confidence:

[What kind of existence I want to become, I can achieve by my own efforts. 】

…… As a result, it really became that kind of existence.

That's the ...... It is an important and indispensable existence in the minds of many people——

Mikazuki smiled as soon as he smiled.

He still maintained a half-squatting posture, and the only thing he held in his hand was the small cloth bag. His main knife and the "One Strike" used by the Female Inquisitor in the battle just now were lying quietly on the ground not far from him, and he didn't seem to have any intention of reaching out to pick up one of them.

Then, with a long exhale, he raised his gaze again to look at the clouds and fog.

Summer...... No, Hibiki - what you tried so hard to convey to me, I now seem to finally ...... I kind of get it.