The author has something to say: May 14:

hhh I finally wrote it here!!

Although Grandpa is a difficult person to understand, I also want to try to explore his inner world and the changes brought about by the experience of various things, so-

Attention everyone!

In fact, I think it takes an opportunity for grandpa's personality and ideas to change, and my sister's move is such an opportunity.

I don't know if such a grandfather has an OOC...

If you have any ideas, you can also discuss them with me.,In short, the author tried his best [right fingers.]

[Soundtrack for this chapter]: The ED of "Thin Sakura Ghost Dawn Record", "Long Night Bright け", which has also been used before~~

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That's the feeling of the blade being forcibly blocked from moving forward, and then splitting the flesh and blood!

In the midst of the fierce wind, as if very close to him, a clump of blood suddenly burst out! The wind carried tiny drops of blood, and suddenly sprinkled on his sleeves, and a few drops of blood even splashed on his handsome and fair face!

Three Days and Moons: !!

His eyes widened in astonishment, and he let out a low exclamation of "Hah!?" in his throat.

In front of him, his own body knife was deeply embedded in the body of the fallen goddess of the gods, cutting a long blood mark on her chest from left to right, and then as he completed the swing of the knife, the blade embedded and slashed through her flesh and blood, and finally left her body, raising a rain of blood!

The sharp blades of the crescent-shaped blades cut through the flesh of the human body, making a small sizzling sound.

However, because this famous sword, which is one of the five swords in the world, and the Three Sun Moon Sect did not spare any strength when he swung the knife closely, because he was very objective and fair to think that with the strength of the female judge in front of him, he would definitely be able to take his full blow, and the next moment, the blade split the hard bone, After getting rid of this layer of obstacles, Continue to glide to the other side of her body, until the blade is completely out of her body, and then swing into the void with the same force and direction as before—

The Three Sun Moon Sect subconsciously had a strange feeling, as if at that moment, his reason and soul seemed to have detached from his body with the swing of the sword, floating above the heads of the two of them, looking down at the two people who had already decided the victory on the violently shaking ground.

Everything slowed down to the point of unbearable slowing as he watched as the blade of his body knife raised drops of blood from the fallen Witch Divine Inquisitor and swung into the hazy sky, and watched her stagger and backhand support her body downward with the tip of the "One Vibration" knife in her right hand. But in the end, because of a large amount of blood loss, he quickly lost his strength, and as soon as he let go of his right hand, he fell to the ground with a pop with the sound of the knife falling to the ground; I watched him let go of his right hand and let the precious body knife fall to the ground, and opened his hands to try to support her who fell down; I watched him lose the center of gravity of his body because of his hasty force, and he couldn't really support her body, so he could only fall to the ground with her fall—

He watched as his own face showed an expression of surprise, disbelief, panic, and even panic, and watched as she covered her bleeding chest wound with her left hand, grabbed the placket of his chest with her right hand, and stained the front of his blue hunting suit with a large area of dark blood.

His consciousness floated in mid-air, as if he heard a choking sound from his mouth that he had never heard before, like a constricted throat.

"Why ......"

He struggled to squeeze out the word, and then suddenly felt the hard lump that was blocking his throat being washed away by this simple question word, and all kinds of questions that suddenly came up in his heart rushed out of his mouth.

"You could have dodged that stab...... You're not that bad!"

"And ...... What does that sentence we mean when we pass by......?!"

"If you want to rely on that sentence to shake me, haven't you already done it......"

"After that, why did you give up your imminent victory so simply......

He felt that he had never spoken in such a strong tone. But at this moment, in the face of such a scene, it seems that without speaking in such a strong tone, it is impossible to express what you feel in your heart at this moment.

She collapsed panting in the crook of his arm, her throat making a terrible sound like a bellows for breath, and blood foaming into her mouth.

"Hah...... Ha ......"

He couldn't tell if it was her laughing or if the blood was almost clogging her throat as she gasped.

She struggled to look up and gave him an ugly smile.

"Because...... I'm the one who dies...... That's enough......"

She struggled to speak, blood pouring out of her mouth.

"I'm on my own...... can afford it...... The world ......," she said.

Three Days Moon Sect: ?!

He had always felt that there was probably nothing in the world that could shake him, but now he had to admit that this fallen female inquisitor had been surprising him from the moment she drew her sword against Izumi Mamoru in the fields of Hakodate.

He has seen a lot of all kinds of God Inquisitors. Men, women, young, old...... Mature, naïve, confident, shy and introverted, enthusiastic and unrestrained, steady and introverted, lacking in scheming, deep in mind -

However, there is no one like her. Never.

He couldn't believe that even at the end of her life, she was still so high-minded and confident that she was almost arrogant!

"None, no ...... A helping hand from the gods...... What's more, no need for ...... The gods came to make sacrifices......"

Perhaps choked briefly by the blood foam pouring into her mouth, she coughed a few times and turned even paler.

Some kind of deep pain suddenly struck him in a moment. made him can't help but say harsh words that his former self would not have said at all.

“...... Heh, you mean...... Are you yourselves the god who saves this world, Lord Temple? ”

As soon as he said this, it was as if he had suddenly pulled out the plug that had been stuck in his heart for many years, and many words that he would not even have thought of before rushed to his lips and poured out smoothly.

"I don't even think about whether my own ability alone is enough to bear the safety of the whole world...... Just make a rash move, is this what you call courage. ”

"What you would have rather fall to grasp at the beginning, have you grasped now? ”

"If not...... Now that you're leaving like this, won't you feel unwilling...... ?!"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard her laugh softly twice, then stopped briefly, a look of pain on her face.

He frowned, his left arm wrapped around her upper body, and his right hand jerked up, and the wide sleeves of his hunting coat flew with it, and he grabbed the corner of the fluttering sleeve, and then held the sleeve and covered the whole sleeve over her chest, as if trying to plug the terrible wound that still gushed blood.

Then he heard her whisper, "...... Ah, it's not time to laugh. ”

Three days and moon sect near:!!

These are the comforting words that he is used to saying when he is seriously injured...... Now that he is being said by others, it seems that he intends to comfort himself - is this really, a bit beyond the psychological capacity of the old man?

He struggled to think about his own perception of death and what he could do to deal better with the fact that his friend had died.

After thinking about it for a long time, he felt very dazed.

The mourning gods who have worked with them in the past are essentially swords. If the blade is damaged and cannot be repaired, and the enemy can no longer be killed, the meaning of existence will be lost. Nourished by the aura of the God Judge, it is natural for them to be reduced to nothingness, and there is nothing to be sad about.

What's more, as a sword, dying on the battlefield is really a normal fate, so why grieve?

However, she is not a sword, she is mortal.

She was...... The Inquisitor.

For the first time since they met, he bowed his head in front of her and admitted that she was his Inquisitor—even though she had never provided him with any aura nourishment and support, he didn't need to rely on her help to exist.

However, he had only encountered the Inquisitor die in front of him once before.

That time—the Inquisitor of God, was his titular lover.

In the face of the young girl's shy confession, he just smiled at her gently, and reached out to touch the top of her hair. Then he accompanied her for a long time, until the last moment of the short life of a mortal.

He had never refused her request, but he had never had the desire to hide her. Even though she had seriously told him her real name, he just smiled and proceeded to gently call her "Lord Temple", or the pseudonym she used in Honmaru.

"Early Summer".

The name finally came back to the depths of his memory, and with the face of a girl who had almost become less clear in the passage of time, resurfaced in the middle of his mind.

Later, at the beginning of the summer, he gradually grew old. When she grew old enough to support a honmaru with her spiritual power, she was forced to retire, received a large amount of retirement money and pension from the government of the time, and then returned to her living hometown.

Fortunately, the inquisitor who later took over the Honmaru was very reasonable. After she, like the girl Xia Chu, fell headlong into the love affair between the God Inquisitor and Fu Fushen - not with him, of course, but with someone else, she was even more generous in allowing him to leave Honmaru from time to time, and secretly opened a passage to the present world for him, and went to Xia Chu's hometown to accompany her through the last period.

Until the end, the aging and pale summer slowly closed his eyes in his arms.

At that moment, Xia Chu's real name was on his lips, but for some reason, he didn't call out that name in the end.

He spent decades with her, guarding her on the battlefield without flinching, Honmaru by her side, going with her to meetings of the Inquisitors, shopping with Manya, competing with the Inquisitors on the opposite side in the training grounds, and they shared countless warm nights, watching the maiden below him close her eyes and calling his name to the pinnacle of bliss...... However, until the end, until the girl turned into decaying bones, he could not spit out the real name from his throat.

This is...... Why.