The author has something to say: May 15:

Warning ~ Warning ~

The front is like a mountain!

Ahem.,Anyway, the author tried his best to discuss.。。。 If Grandpa is still OOC, that's probably why he still ignores me

Speaking of which,Regarding the setting of the god hidden in the knife man fandom,The author uses the setting here"After learning the real name, if you are paid to lose the god and the god hides, you can get the same long life as the god".。

In addition, there is actually a private setting that has not been explicitly stated, that is, "Fu Fu God can only hide one person". Otherwise, if Qingjiang is allowed to hide several girls at a time, the divine realm will be too crowded [being kicked away.]

In addition, the girl won't really get a boxed lunch!!!It's just that now this near-death experience has been maliciously elongated by the system bacteria.

PS. Thank you, dear CS bacteria, landmines~~(づ ̄3 ̄)づ╭~

Tomorrow (16th) should be updated around 0:00. Everyone~~

His gaze seemed to drift away for a moment, shook a little, and then retracted.

In the distance, the dark clouds have slowly stopped rolling. The wind that had just dominated the heavens and the earth seemed to have the intention of stopping.

“…… Hibiki. He whispered with a sigh.

"God is nothing...... Hibiki. ”

After many years, the name finally jumped out of the depths of his memory, and his voice echoed in the void.

Is it too late to call her name now?

And, even now, he didn't have a genuine desire to hide her, but felt that he might have done so.

There is a difference between "desire" and "should", right?

However, if her wish is granted, will there be one less sad person in this world?

If her wish is granted, is this a good ending to the traditions of the world?

At this moment, he seemed to suddenly understand something.

It is precisely because of the indifference and calmness of the gods who look down on all things in life and are above the worldly emotions that they belong to the gods who look down on all living beings.

And now—

He slowly lowered his head, looking at the female inquisitor in his arms, who had been identified as a fallen goddess.

The wide sleeves of his blue robe, which hid the wound on her chest, had been stained with blood a dark blue that was almost black.

“…… Name. He squeezed the word out between his teeth.

He saw that the female inquisitor raised her eyebrows slightly, and her pale face first showed a look of astonishment, and then as if she understood something, the corners of her lips hooked slightly, and a smile bloomed.

However, he did not hear her answer. So he said it again, with a hint of anxiety and impatience that he didn't even notice.

"Your real name!"

The Inquisitor sighed silently, smiling effortlessly at him.

"No...... Necessary. She said in fits and starts.

“…… Your, your real name!" he lowered his voice, and with a palpable hint of anger in his tone, he repeated his words again and unrelentingly.

The Inquisitor, however, shook her head softly in the crook of his arm.

“…… I'm not going to ...... Tell your ......"

Her voice was soft, as if it would disappear completely in the next moment.

"That's it...... Let's end it. She struggled to squeeze out the syllables, her chest rising and falling more slowly, and her face was so white that there was not even a trace of blood.

One of the hands of the Three Days Moon Sect suddenly clenched into a fist under the cover of the wide sleeves of the robe, and the back of the hand was so strong that cyan veins floated on the back of the hand. He closed his eyes, and there was something strange in his usual gentle voice.

"Hehehehehehe......" he actually laughed softly.

It's like the well-known laugh he still makes after a serious injury.

"That's it...... Do you hate me, Lord Temple?" he asked softly.

"I'd rather die than ...... Let me hide you?"

"Obviously you can live and have eternal life in this way......" his magnetic voice carried a long, helpless sigh.

"When I can help you, I guess I should offer you this help......" There was a sudden sense of confusion and uncertainty in his tone, as if even he himself did not know whether this new conclusion after reflection was correct, but felt obliged to say so.

The inquisitor curled her lips silently.

"Don't ask yourself...... Is it 'should'. She said with difficulty, as if there was a pause for every word.

"You, no obligation...... Such a sacrifice...... ...... yourself"

"I ...... too Not required...... You save—"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by him abruptly and rudely.

"I know you have someone else in mind...... But if you die, you'll never see that person, won't you......" He paused, and then frankly spread the matter out.

"If you hide it from me...... If you want, I can still let you go back to this world and meet that person......" he said slowly.

"You will have a long and almost infinite life...... Of course, you can spend decades of those decades with that person, and I certainly don't mind that kind of thing. A complicated smile suddenly appeared in his voice.

“…… Because by that time, you will always know the difference between mortals and gods—"

The Witch suddenly gave a short laugh and interrupted him from what he was saying.

"Now...... Between us...... Also 'mortal'...... With the gods. She reminded him word by word.

The Three Days Moon Sect suddenly closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Too bad.

At this moment he realized that this person was something he could not convince.

He was trying to figure out how he could convince her. If none of the people she values are enough to change her mind......

So, is there anything she's afraid of?

He remembered a long, long time ago, when the inquisitor "Xia Chu", who wanted to be with him wholeheartedly, was a carefree and innocent girl, she seemed to have a lot to fear.

In winter, I am afraid of blowing a cold wind that is so cold that it almost freezes my whole body. In the summer, I am afraid of lightning and thunder in the dark night. I'm afraid of hunger, I'm afraid of wrestling, I'm afraid of pain—

He thinks the same thing, and excludes it all the way.

Kiyohara Yukiha used to be the acting leader of the Ichiban Group of the Shinsengumi. He used to be an excellent soldier who had been ordered to die.。 She lurked in the darkness of the night, lurking in the icy night wind, weaving through the steep mountains and forests, through the battlefields of the rumbling of cannons, and fighting enemies who were intent on killing her and the companions she valued. She is not afraid of cold winds, thunder, hunger, or wrestling......

And if she could give up her life, would she still be afraid of pain?

He asked unconsciously.

“…… It hurts. ”

He moved his right hand slightly, and immediately felt the sticky texture of the sleeves soaked with blood on half of his arm.

He frowned, as if he couldn't bear to see her suffering, and didn't know how to help her. There was a blank emotion in those crescent-shaped pupils.

"Does it hurt......?" he asked, his voice lower, and again.

And the female judge who was asked by him could only give a short wry smile when she heard this.

She still remembers that she once had the following conversation with the system bacteria:

……

[Hehehe, the Three Days Moon Sect knows that your body is actually the body of a rakshasa...... If you don't pierce the heart, you won't die at all?] The system bacteria sneered meanly.

She was silent for a moment.

[Maybe not.] She said, [The last time I entered this world, when I became a rakshasa, he had already left with Kane-san...... That's my decision, though. ］

[If there's one person who has to leave that world, it's me.] ］

[So, that's good.] ］

[Use the Rakshasa Body to make sure you don't die...... And use it as a reason to leave that world—]

……

However, when I think back to the dialogue at that time, I only feel ridiculous for a while.

At that time, I was really too young, too simple.

The heart was beating slowly and heavily—no, it might not be called "beating" anymore, it might be more figurative to say "peristalsis." Each throb caused a resonant vibration in the chest, and the already ruptured chest became more painful.

She wondered why she hadn't died since she had been so badly injured.

Maybe it's because of the "Rakshasa physique" that remains on this body? or—

When this thought first came to mind, she knew that she had guessed the truth.

This is the punishment given by the systematic.

It was it that agreed to give her the privilege of not dying in the mission world, but now she has gone too far with this golden finger - she has ignored its plans and intentions several times, and has repeatedly shielded these important plot characters in the mission world with the help of her golden finger, and even played a small trick to steal the concept, repeatedly testing its bottom line within the scope of its allowability, dancing on the tightrope between compliance with rules and destruction.

The system bacteria probably also want to get a more obedient and well-behaved player. And not a snake spirit like her.

yes, a ...... like her The snake spirit disease that she dared to kill herself in a crazy way, now prolongs the time and torture she endures so that she can learn a full lesson—and it is also a matter of course.

She had received precious goodwill from the body of Sokin Mikazuki - and the support of being on her side at a critical time. For this, she deserves something in return.

Such a person...... It's better not to let him disappear.

So, so be it.

The flesh that had been cut by the main knife of the "Five Swords of the World", Sanri Moon Zongjin, bloomed, and the sharp blade of the famous knife dragged through the fragile sternum of the mortal, and in the crack of the bone, the tip of the knife touched the beating heart.

If the Rakshasa is stabbed in the heart, the Rakshasa's immortal body will be destroyed.

A rakshasa whose immortal body has been destroyed, or a rakshasa whose power has been exhausted and can no longer live, will turn his body into blue-white ashes when he dies - this scene she had seen in Sendai Castle before.

…… And now, is it your turn......?!