“...... This is it. There was no smile on the face of the Lady Inquisitor, only the black pupils that grew deeper and brighter, staring silently at the place under her palm, and Izumi Mamoru felt uncomfortable for a while, as if the old scar that she had held accurately under her palm was burning and aching again.

The feeling felt strange and indissolvable, as if he had become vulnerable again in front of her, and to resist the bad feeling, he shook his shoulder, shook her hand, and then pulled the kimono down the side simply and rudely.

His right shoulder was exposed. A little below the shoulder, there was indeed a scar several inches long, crawling hideously on Fu Fushen's white and tight body.

The Divine Inquisitor's eyes widened in surprise for a moment.

"How...... How could it be ......?!" she whispered, slowly reaching over her hand as if very cautious, and gently stroking the slightly protruding scar with her fingertips again.

"How is it impossible?!" Feeling angry for a while at this sentence, Izumi Mamoru said angrily in a vicious tone, "You cut it yourself, don't you remember?!"

As if suddenly alarmed, she raised her head and smiled a little pale and feeble as if to reassure him, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. ...... I mean, since you are Fu Fu Shen, then it stands to reason that the physical injuries can be completely eliminated as long as you come back and enter them, how can you still leave such a big scar here......"

Izumi Mamoru Kasei glared at her angrily.

"Hand in, who gave me hand in? Hmm?!" he said angrily, "At that time, there was no God Inquisitor here, okay?!, although I don't know how I got to you and how I came back, but when I was about to die of pain, I woke up and returned here, only to find that the original God Inquisitor was gone, and there was a mess in the Honmaru, and it was already good that I was not forced to turn back into my body in the end, who else cared about giving me my hand?" And I don't know what kind of magic you have cast on me, after trying to repair the main body knife, this scar is still there, and it can't be erased-I'm more depressed than you, okay! I'm the one who suffers! With such a handsome and powerful knife as mine, you actually left such a big scar on my body that can't be erased!......"

He was angry, completely forgetting the question of who was strong and who was weak in aura, and roared at her.

However, she actually waited for him to squirt good-naturedly, and only when she was almost squirting did she soothe him in a soft tone: "...... I'm sorry. ”

"I'm sorry, what's the use!!" Izumi Shoukane's momentum had been fully released, and he yelled loudly in passing.

The female inquisitor bent her eyes slightly, and suddenly bent the remaining four fingers, leaving only the index finger of her right hand, lightly against the scar, and said, "I, can I do a magic for you?"

Izumi Shou and a stagnant, "Devil...... Magic?!"

The Divine Inquisitor smiled and nodded.

"Hmm. Speaking of which, after the separation, I learned a little bit of a wonderful spell. Although I don't know if it will come in handy...... But let me try, shall we?"

Izumi Mamoru stared at her suspiciously, and after a pause for a moment, he nodded reluctantly and sent his shoulder in front of her.

The female inquisitor pursed her lips and smiled, then stared intently at her index finger, moving her index finger slightly, not knowing what she was reading, and a small, dazzling white light suddenly appeared on her fingertips.

Izumi Morikaze: ?!

Then, the inquisitor moved her index finger and let the white light slowly run over the scar on his shoulder, stopping at one end of the scar, carefully trying to gather the white light and cover one point at that end.

Then, she moved her finger away slightly—

A miracle happened. The bulging part of the scar really calmed down, and the surface of the skin became smooth again without a trace of injury!

The female inquisitor's eyes lit up, as if her spirit was greatly lifted, and she was just about to move her fingertips to continue, when Izumi Morikane's face suddenly changed, and she suddenly stretched out her left hand and snapped it—

Hold her fingers down.

Now his palm pressed her fingertips tightly against the scar on his shoulder. The Witch was stunned, the aura caused by the spell disappeared in an instant, and she looked up in amazement, only to find that Izumi Mamoru's lips were pursed tightly, and she couldn't tell what kind of expression it was—but there was no joy that the scars had been completely removed.

Female Inquisitor: "...... Eh, Kane-san, how are you—"

Before she could finish her sentence, a young voice came from outside the door that was more anxious than her.

"Kane-san, why don't you let the master help you get rid of that scar——?! isn't it a good chance......"

The female inquisitor and Izumi Mamoru Kaneji were taken aback at the same time, and looked at the door together, only to find that when the female inquisitor came in just now, it was probably because of the relationship between the shoji door and the door was not completely closed and a small crack was opened, and the anxious face of Kunihiro Horikawa appeared there now.

Izumi Mamoru Kaneji was completely stunned.

"Hah......!Kunihiro?!What are you doing here?!"

The boy ignored him completely, and said eagerly to the female inquisitor, "Master, please help Kan-san get rid of that scar!" He has always been haunted by that scar, and he always said......"

Izumi Mamoru Kakatsu blew up Mao.

"Hey, Kunihiro, what are you talking about there, and what the hell are you doing outside the door?!"

Horikawa Kunihiro seemed to realize how rude he was at this time, and the young man was so anxious that his face suddenly turned red, and his voice trembled.

"Really, really, I'm sorry!!" he shouted with his head down, as if he was about to sit down and apologize.

"Because, because Kane-san has always seemed to be very angry at the master, you stabbed him before, and said that if you let him touch you again in the future, he will never spare you...... Later, I found out that the new owner who came to take over Honmaru was you, and Kane-san has been angry for the past two days-"

The young man's speech was very clear and neat, and he said like a cannon, and before he could react, he explained the cause and effect of why he was worried about squatting outside the door.

Female Inquisitor: "...... Yes. I see. Are you worried that Kane-san will take advantage of the opportunity to go to bed tonight and slaughter me angrily when no one is around-"

Izumi Shoukanji: "...... Don't, don't talk nonsense!Guoguang!I—How could I kill her!Then, those are all angry words!!"

Kunihiro Horikawa: "I'm sorry Kane-san! I'm sorry master! I've fully understood the current situation! You two please continue! Please continue!! I'll leave-"

Horikawa Kunihiro finished sitting down and fled in a puff of smoke.

Izumi Shoukan: "Eh?!Hey!!Guoguang!What do you understand!Don't just give me a casual understanding!!What do you understand?!I don't understand it myself?!"

The female inquisitor had a sneering look on her face for a moment, and finally shook her head with a helpless smile and sighed.

"So what the hell is this? There must be a misunderstanding, right......?"

Izumi Mamoru has a question mark in his head.

"Guoguang, what did you misunderstand......?"

Then he saw the Female Inquisitor stare at him for two seconds with a very strange look, and then shook her head solemnly and sighed.

"Well...... Never mind. She said, and cast a strange look at the place below the right shoulder of Izumi Morikane.

Izumi Morikaneji: !!

Following that look, he suddenly realized that he was still pressing her hand. For some reason, his face instantly exploded and became hot, and he hurriedly raised his left hand high in the air, while his body stepped back.

"That's—no...... I am...... Uh......" He stammered, and for a moment couldn't think of any good reason he could make for such a knee-jerk action.

The Witch Judge also stepped back a little and sat down, looking at him with a smile.

Izumi Mamoru Kaneji was about to explode, and he felt that he was extremely weak in front of the female god judge. It's clear that she's the guy who did it in the first place, isn't she!

"I, I am...... yes, I just feel like I have to keep you...... Traces of your violence!, if you see this in the future, you will remind your conscience to be vigilant, and you will not fall again......" He said reluctantly, and the more he spoke, the more he admired his own ability to adapt to change.

"Ahem, anyway, you, go to sleep! Don't worry, I can keep watch for you tonight, so no one will attack you at night!" he forced an end to the conversation, and was about to get up and move to the outside of the tatami mat near the shoji door—

As a result, the female judge was one step ahead of him, stood up and walked to the side of the cabinet to rummage through, and finally took out a new quilt, and said happily as she walked back: "Oh, I knew that there couldn't be only one quilt here~"

Then, quite naturally, she spread the quilt on the place where he had intended to lie down, and went through the cupboard to find a few pieces of clothing left by the former Inquisitor and folded them in a stack, as if they were going to be used as pillows for a while.

Izumi Mamoru Kanetatsu: ?

The next moment he saw the inquisitor slip into the new quilt very naturally, and patted the stack of clothes, and was very satisfied—and fell asleep!

Izumi Mamoru is embarrassed.

"Hey——! where are you sleeping, where should I stay?!" he reminded her, huffing.

The female inquisitor had no choice but to lift her eyelids again and glance at him with disgust.

"You, you've been taken care of too well, aren't you...... He said he wanted to sleep, but he didn't even know how to make a bedding?"

Izumi Shoukan: "What...... Are you underestimating me!!"

The Inquisitor had closed her eyes again.

“...... Forget it. For the sake of me stabbing you, make the bed for you to sleep on. This is already the best treatment I have given in the past few days, and I am grateful for it. ”

Izumi Mamoru Kamoji: "What...... Hey!Damn!Don't talk to yourself!!"

The inquisitor had turned over and ignored him.

Izumi Morikane's anger and awkwardness suddenly came to nothing, and he sat in place for half the weather, and finally had to turn his head stupidly and get into the quilt as well.

Before closing his eyes, he was still muttering in a small voice as if he was not convinced:

“...... Say yes first, even if you are the master, I will not be grateful to you!"

Although the eyes of the female inquisitor who turned her back were closed, a smile silently appeared on the corner of her lips for some reason.

The author has something to say: June 6:

Aha, Sang, so cute~~ I couldn't help but write too much.

Probably because he loves fried hair just as much as the deputy chief [no].

Grandpa should be on the scene tomorrow!