"Let you go...... You know what you're talking about? Now let you go, and you're dead. 」

In the pouring rain, Marisa said solemnly to the sword behind her.

"Since Tsubaki has decided to stop that person by herself, we should not live up to her kindness and go against her will. All you need to do is go straight to Hakurei Shrine. 」

Because her clothes were wet from the rain, her body was now very cold, and perhaps because she was injured by the attack at home before and barely used her magic defense, but was still injured by the powerful impact, or because the air in the air was too thin, she even felt some heat on her forehead, very uncomfortable in her head, and a little drowsy. In this state, Marisa took a deep breath and said.

"There's been such a commotion, there's no way the tengu searching for her haven't reacted at all...... And you saw it just now, that monster-like power, just by you, an unarmed human, how can you stop it, and it can be used to stop it. 」

Even in the midst of the storm, Marisa's calm words reached Kenya's ears unhindered and unquestioned.

But listening to these words of admonition, Kenya still shook his head and repeated in a firm tone.

"Let me go...... Otherwise, I'll jump on my own. 」

"Are you a fool!?"

Obviously he had said it so carefully, but he found that he still couldn't convince the other party, and Marisa, who was still doing useless work, covered her head, turned around and grabbed Kenya's collar, looked him in the eyes with an aura that almost lifted him up, took a deep breath, and said loudly.

"Listen up, listen to me!"

"People like you, who came to the outside world of this land for the first time, have as many as they used to be. But they were all killed and eaten because of that useless knowledge and common sense! If it weren't for Tsubaki's meaning, I wouldn't care about the life or death of people like you! Do you know what kind of consciousness she carried and held her wounded body to lead away that enemy?

The golden pupils burned with flames called rage, and the figure of Kenya was reflected in the pupils.

"What do you know when you were born from the outside, in that peaceful world!?"

Marisa Misty Rain, she's a magician who doesn't really perform magic in the traditional sense.

She was just an ordinary human who was forced to leave her originally well-off and very warm family due to an accident when she was very young, and came to this forest alone to survive and study the path of the demon path alone.

Compared to the magicians who wield their staffs, recite spells, and study magic, she is a second-rate magician who has never received systematic learning and mentorship, and does not even set up her own workshop, but only has the appearance.

Not even a magician.

However, it was this fifteen-year-old girl who was only a little girl on the outside, with her indomitable spirit and perseverance, as well as her meager talent that was worth seeing in front of her, that she had obtained this strength sufficient for self-preservation after experiencing several challenges and adventures with monsters, resentful spirits, and even gods—an experience that had already been said to be beyond the line of life and death for human beings.

How much sweat did you put in, how many tears did you swallow, how much effort did you put in, and what kind of effort did a person make to get to where you are today?

Kenya looked at Marisa's hand clenching her collar.

It was a pair, rough, unrefined, and it was hard to imagine that this was a pair of hands that would grow on a young girl of her age.

The knuckles that hold Kenya's collar tightly are covered with light white calluses, and the nails that should have been painted in various colors at this age are also stained with a lot of dirt, and there are even traces of cracks and growth on the nails of several fingers.

Marisa Kiriyu is definitely not a flower that grows in a greenhouse.

Because absolutely no 'flower' would show itself such burning, willful eyes.

So, did Kenya despise this realization?

No, no, no.

He reached out and squeezed Marisa's hand by the collar, the rough hand.

Kenzai's hands are definitely not rough, his hands are white, and there are no scars to be seen in his nails or elsewhere, and he has never even had calluses from sword practice.

However, his hands are steady and steady.

He just put his hand on Marisa's hand steadily, without force, just on the back of Marisa's hand, and whispered her name in a calm voice.

"Marisa Kiriyu. 」

This is the first time that Kenya has pronounced her full name. So when Marisa heard Kenya's call, she looked into Kenya's eyes in some surprise.

Those eyes were very clean, clear, without any ripples, and the girl named Marisa Kiriyu had only seen such ethereal eyes in one person.

Watching the other party gradually calm down, Kenya said his thoughts in a calm and gentle tone.

"I have absolutely no intention of despising you, it has nothing to do with gender, origin, race, or strength. I swear by my own kendo that I have never despised anyone's attitude and consciousness of survival. 」

It was only a young man who came to this land for the first time, but his words were full of infectious power that ordinary people did not have, and there was no trace of hesitation in his determined eyes.

"Yet, just as you have your thoughts and awareness, I also have my own small, small, and perhaps ridiculous consciousness and will. This is not my impulse or passion, nor does it mean to despise my own life...... In addition, I am still interested in exploring and understanding my unclear past and this unknown world in the future......

"That ......"

Marisa didn't say it.

Why, in front of those eyes, she was suddenly speechless.

It's like a few years ago, when she tried to hold the hand of the shrine maiden in front of the shrine, the moment the shrine maiden turned around, and the moment she saw the eyes.

She couldn't speak.

I couldn't speak.

…… So, why are you going to kill yourself?

"For you have been gracious to me. 」

The boy, the boy named Kenya, said with a smile.

"Even though it's just a meal and a night, Miss Marisa, you beat me up, and you don't care if someone like me lives or dies. But in any case, for people like me, you are my benefactors. I can't sit idly by when my benefactor is in trouble. 」

He pointed to his chest and heart.

"If I run away now, my heart will look down on me, and I will regret it later. 」

Life is like a play and a dream.

Many times, many of people's longings and dreams are just immature and impulsive thoughts at a certain stage of life.

In a person's life, there will always be the idea of crossing a mountain and wanting to cross a high mountain to see it.

Even after crossing this high mountain, you may find that the scenery may not be as good as the previous mountain.

But no matter what, this is the real life.

This kind of life is wonderful enough.

Losing the memory of the past, Kenya, followed his heart, and at this moment his heart has made his own choice.

This is how he wants to live a life without regrets.

"It's like an idiot. 」

Marisa said wordlessly, slapping off the hand that the sword was pressing on her hand.

"That's what you say...... It's like I'm a bad guy. 」

"No, no, how could it be. 」

Kenya said with a smile.

"How can Miss Marisa, with such a beautiful hair color and eye color, be a bad person. 」

"You ......"

Hearing Kenya's heartfelt comments, Marisa was speechless for a moment, then took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, but there was some unaccustomed crimson on her face.

「…… If I had been a year ago, I might have been moved. 」

She patted her face, looked into Kenya's eyes, and said.

"I've decided, I'm still not going to let you go. 」

"But!"

In a hearty voice that is different from ordinary people, Marisa said with eyes that shone like the sun.

"I'm not going to run away either! Let's just go and join Tsubaki! Let's beat up the bad guy who destroyed my house and put an end to this thing once and for all!"

"Miss Marisa......"

This time, it was Jian Zai's turn to be speechless, and he didn't know what to say.

Marisa Kiri turned her face sideways, grabbed the brim of her black and white magic hat, and whispered.

"Don't get me wrong, it's my own decision. It has nothing to do with you, and if you say any more nonsense, I'll throw you off immediately. But ......"

She grabbed her broom tightly and began to accelerate.

Galloping, like a meteor across a curtain of rain.

"But, it's up to you to go too!DA☆ZE!"