The December chill has begun to hit much of the Northern Hemisphere.

Although Streamer didn't care about this chill to the point where she needed to, Mu Noka and Akina still put on black or white thick cotton stockings under the skirt of their original school uniforms.

Since the end of the school trip, Streamer has rarely visited the ministry's activity classroom.

I'm almost tired of playing this kind of game, so there's nothing wrong with taking Ebina's commission as his last commission.

Of course, there is another point, that is, the atmosphere between the other three people has become more murky, I'm afraid, most of the next things will become a collision of ideas between the three people, at this time, if you mix your own ideas again, it will only make the atmosphere worse.

If there is one thing that best reflects this situation, it is probably the commission that the ministry received a few days ago.

No, maybe it can't be called a commission accepted by the service company, but it was Bi Qigu himself, who changed the will of the client in the name of a private person, and changed from not being the president of the student council at the beginning to being the president of the student council.

The name of that person, Streamer remembered as if it was a color feather, a little familiar, but he didn't remember when he had heard this name.

As for why this is the case, it seems that it is because Yukishita is also planning to run for the student council election.

For the awkward emotional entanglement between the three people, Streamer plans to apply for withdrawal in a few days. However, it should be better to talk to Hiratsuka Jing first, after all, she is also a club teacher.

In fact, not only did he drop out, but Streamer even had the idea of dropping out.

After the first semester, the idea of continuing to be a student has faded a lot.

As for the reason, it is probably because of tiredness.

I used to live with a tense mind, but now that I have relaxed, a tiredness that cannot be described in words has begun to surge in.

Before, it was because there were all kinds of alternative things to solve, so the streamer could barely survive, but now, even the gods have been erased, and with the efforts of the new world Satono Narusuke, I'm afraid it won't be long before the other side of this world and the surface world will be almost separated by him.

When the time comes, the world that has lost its mystery will probably slowly wear out all the patience and fighting spirit that Streamer has left, until he becomes an old man who just wants to die of old age.

But there is no doubt that for the current streamer, old age is a very difficult thing, after all, if you live too long, the concept of old age and death will gradually fade.

600 years, 700 years?

The streamer can't remember how old he is now.

Even recently, he couldn't even remember the original appearance of his parents, and even went on to be replaced directly with their reincarnated appearance.

If I'm not mistaken, Streamer even had a few friends at one time, but now, let alone their looks, Streamer almost forgot their names.

It is not only the patience of the streamer that has been exhausted, but it can even be said that his spiritual will has also begun to be consumed.

In the two years that I was transported to the Showa era by the world.

Otherwise, Streamer would not have thought of extracting the eternal enemy who had destroyed the universe of his homeland from his own memory crystal, and even turned his power into his own help as if he were a puppet.

Because, the truth and secrets of the Eternal Enemy have never been revealed.

Streamers only know how to really kill them, but they don't know the origin of this kind of thing and the value of their existence.

Beginning to abuse its power without knowing anything about it is undoubtedly something that only a madman would have imagined.

However, the streamer never felt that there was anything wrong with this.

A feeling of complacency, or rather arrogance, began to manipulate his will.

The streamer is dying of itself.

He opened his eyes abruptly and sat up, his face flustered, sweating profusely, panting.

"Lord Master?" the shadow that had been cultivated appeared from the shadow of the streamer, and looked at the streamer with some concern.

“…… It's nothing, Ah Ying, please help me get a glass of juice from the fridge. Streamer slowly calmed down, and then said to Shadow.

The next moment, a glass of cold juice was served.

Placing the empty cup on the bedside table, the streamer breathed a sigh of relief.

"Master, are you having nightmares again?" Tang Ying also came out of the shadow space, she stood beside Streamer, carefully wiping the sweat on Streamer's face with a wet towel.

"Well, yes. It's been a week. Streamer sighed.

Onmyoji easily does not dream, and most of the dreams he makes are mysterious dreams such as prophetic dreams.

And Streamer, since he came back from a school trip, has been having the same dream for a week.

It's not a prophetic dream, it's something that happened in the past.

It was his experience after the collapse of the universe, wandering alone in the universe, before he was taken to the shop by Ichihara Yuko.

I don't know the years, I don't know the direction up and down, I have lost everything, I can only float with the habitual energy of the universe, and even moving a finger is a luxury.

It's this dream that has tormented the streamer's spirit for a whole week.

"Sure enough, you should discuss it with your wife. Tang Ying looked at the forehead and the corners of her mouth that were constantly twitching, and said with some concern.

"No, I don't want the two of them to worry about it. Streamer shook his head and objected.

"What are you going to do? My lord, once you start having nightmares, you're not alone. Holding his aching head, he jumped out of the shadow space and grumbled towards the streamer.

She is bound to her name, and she shares the same pain as Streamer.

"Actually, my brain hurts so much that I almost want to hit the wall. The green tendons on Shinobu's forehead twitched from time to time, and his teeth closed up and down, and he spoke from between his teeth.

"Sakura, I'll leave it to you. Streamer looked at Tang Ying and said.

"Understood. Tang Ying put her hands on Shinobi's head and slowly massaged, the green light gently brushed over Shinobi's forehead from time to time, and Shinobi's expression gradually changed from stiffness to slowly melting, and finally turned into a face of enjoyment.

Tang Ying's anger is as good as ever, and it can bring others peace of mind.

Streamer on one side, put on indoor slippers and slowly stand up.

"I'll go to Shenmeng first, and let her dispel the demon for me, at the very least, to suppress this nightmare for the time being. ”