At the end of this unobtrusive banquet, the half-round silver moon was just obscured by dark clouds, and the twinkling constellations were little by little engulfed by inky clouds. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe only remaining α planets are like the front feet of the centaur constellation trying to escape from fate, and as the body parts gradually disappear, it will inevitably disappear from people's eyes after all, shining in the vast universe and stirring up countless stardust.

"The next time we meet, it won't be such a pleasant scene, stupid big guy. ”

"I'm still thinking of preparing a feast for you, a scantily clad woman with arrogant words, who really doesn't recognize anyone. ”

"Ha, I'm sorry, I only recognize this guy, and I'm not interested in you men who have more muscles than brain circuits. ”

Skaha raised his hand and began to rub Arashi's short hair, as if he didn't mean to maintain his master face in front of outsiders.

However, even at the time of farewell, it is difficult to reach the commonality between the two heroic spirits, which is really a little puzzling about the relationship between them. But it's obviously useless to care about these now, and the heroic spirits who are their own masters, after ending the conversation that is not harmonious at all, lead each other to their masters.

Such a rhetorical device may be a bit bizarre, and it will inevitably create the illusion of a master-servant castling. But in a way, the relationship between the two powerful Immortals and the Summoner is indeed like this. From another point of view, most of the people who can become heroic spirits have a bad personality.

Really, I summoned a father and mother to myself.

Walking on the silent river, the cold wind blowing down from the upper reaches of the river brought a sound of leaves on both sides. Walking side by side with Skaha, Arashi, who was hooked around his neck by the other party's strong arms, could only seriously look at the gray and yellow lights in front of him after once again confirming that he could not get out of the other party's control.

The subtle aura of 'this kid is a sister' that emanates from the body of a mature demonic woman, and Lan, who has fallen into a gap in height and strength, probably can't think of any way except to accept his fate.

Compared with the slightly restless master, the titular servant Skaha was in a very good mood, and the woman who had drunk a little inferior wine sometimes looked at the flowing river, sometimes looked at the starry dome overhead, or listened intently to the sound of the air.

The minor tune hummed from the corners of the closed mouth was full of unguessable comfort, and Lan who could not hear the form of the tune could only describe it so superficially, the scene was like a shepherd after a busy day, riding a horse to drive the sheep on the sunset prairie, waving the long whip in his hand, and returning home freely.

So, you are the sheep?

Lan, who didn't dare to think about it, coughed subtly and asked, "It seems that you have a good relationship with that guy?"

"Well, it's okay. Skaha waved his hand casually, but clearly didn't want to talk about it.

"Is there anything to note about that guy?"

"Lan ......" asked the master's question, but Skaha called the other party's name quite seriously.

"Huh?!" the person whose name was called raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You don't have to waste your energy on the guys who are destined to lose at our hands. Skaha said in a confident and calm tone, "Or are you the kind of X-incompetent man who only thinks about fighting even if he walks side by side with a beautiful lady?"

"Heh......" Arashi reminded with a frown as he hooked his left hand, "The other party is also a heroic spirit, but don't overthink yourself and capsize in the gutter." ”

"The image of mother-in-law and mother does not match you in my memory at all. ”

"If you're as steady as the myths, I don't mind saying less. ”

"Is this the image I have left in the hearts of future generations? As a person, hearing this news, my feelings are really delicate. The woman who ...... raised her eyebrows lowered slightly, restrained the shallow smile at the corner of her mouth, and said in an extraordinarily calm but depressed tone, "Does this look more in line with the temperament of 'I'm strong, I'm hanging'?"

"You drank the fake bar. ”

Arashi, who really doesn't know what to say, can only complain about the mythical Celtic queen in this way.

"Hahaha. Skaha, who laughed merrily, took a few steps forward, a few places ahead of her tall and graceful figure, just as a gust of evening wind blew, and her long purple hair fluttered in the night, like a goddess......

After walking slowly along the riverside path for a few minutes, the two stopped side by side in front of their small building, and Skaha pointed to the window on the second floor with the lights still on, and asked, "Jump up?"

"When you get home, you have to go through the front door. ”

"Okay, good, go home, go home, let's go home......"

Not paying attention to Skaha's last words, Arashi stepped on the zigzag stairs all the way up, and was the first to open his door and slowly enter, only to see Joan of Arc waiting in the living room.

The girl who had been groomed before going to bed was wearing a set of white pajamas, sitting on the sofa with her hair scattered, her long golden hair hanging down on her snow-white neck like a wave of sand.

Seeing Arashi and Skaha appear in front of him one after another, Joan of Arc, who was sitting on the sofa, slowly got up, and the worry that lingered between her brows for a short time was replaced by a soft smile.

"Good work, Arashi-sama, Sister Skaha. ”

"Woke you up?"

In response to Arashi's inquiry, Joan of Arc just smiled and shook her head, and said, "Is everything going well?"

You ask her. Arashi pointed at the woman who was following behind her, not bothering to explain tonight's battle.

"Yo, good evening, little Joan of Arc. ”

"Sister Skaha......" Joan of Arc's wandering gaze shifted from Arashi to Skaha, confused.

"All the best, all the best. Skaha casually perfunctory a few times, and then said to the other party with great interest, "Sweaty, little Joan, do you want to help my sister take a bath!"

"Sister Skaha!!"

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"Still not sleeping?"

After washing, Skaha sat down next to Lan in a somewhat lazy tone, and the girl who had fled in advance had already closed the bedroom door, leaving only the master and servant in the bright living room at the moment.

Twitching her nose twice, the aroma wafting from the woman's body made Lan move slightly to the side a little uncomfortably.

"Look at the knife. ”

"Pick a weapon, I'm good at this, do I want to help you take a look?"

Skahabe leaned down with interest and looked at the computer screen in front of Arashi, a long knife placed on a knife holder protected by a glass vitrine.

"Doesn't it look like much? It's quite long. ”

Regarding Skaha's evaluation, Lan could only shrug helplessly, and retorted lightly: "It can be regarded as a famous knife in the world." ”

"Isn't it in a museum, you see, there's a name on the name tag next to it. Skaha pointed to the scroll hanging next to the knife holder, on which were written in calligraphy five bold Chinese characters.

"Rob!"