Sawada Tsunayoshi can't describe how he feels at the moment.

If it weren't for the fact that he had never made a mistake with his super-intuition, he would almost have suspected that he was dreaming.

First, the silver-haired ghost appeared and disappeared, followed by a blonde ghost, which not only resembled his own appearance, but also burned with death fire on his forehead......

Then, the dead fire was caught by "Blue Wave".

Looking at the blonde young man with a lump of flesh on his forehead and a somewhat stiff smile, Tsunayoshi Sawada's eyes were glazed, and the small handful of lifeless fire on his forehead was extinguished in an instant.

I don't know if it's because I'm too surprised, or if I instinctively want to avoid being treated the same as the blonde youth.

At this moment, the "ghost" in Sawada's eyes is also delicate.

Being stared at with strange eyes by his own descendants, as if he was being licked by a candle flame on every inch of his skin, is definitely not very good.

Giotto Vongola sighed as if resigned, carefully holding the ball that was biting a strand of hair on his forehead, and turned his peaceful eyes to the side, and his gaze fell on a sandy ground next to Sawada Tsunayoshi:

"Are you alright? And this friend of yours......"

Sawada Tsunayoshi was startled, woke up from his confusion and trance, and moved to Takeshi Yamamoto with difficulty: "Yamamoto, Yamamoto, wake up!" ”

Giotto quickly ripped off the lump of his head and quickly flicked a flame into the ball's mouth.

Hearing the movement, Sawada Tsunayoshi looked up, only to see Giotto not far away standing in place, holding a mass of unidentified objects tightly wrapped in a black cloak in his arms, rolling out of strange shapes like plasticine.

Giotto's expression was calm, but the hand pressed against the black unidentified object seemed to be very hard, and no matter how much the thing fluttered, it couldn't break free.

Tsunayoshi Sawada: "......"

Noticing the gaze that came to him again, Giotto met it very calmly, the curvature of his lips soothing and gentle.

"Don't worry too much, your friend is fine. Gabellogene's ambulance team has already been contacted, and paramedics will arrive in 1 minute. ”

Sawada's face turned pale from the loss, and there was a hint of doubt in his warm brown eyes.

With Giotto's acumen, it was naturally impossible to ignore any slight change in the other party's eyes.

It's just that what makes Giotto feel bad is ...... The suspicion was not so much about the veracity of what he had just said, but rather as ......

- Isn't this blonde guy really a human/mouth/peddler, it's really suspicious...... And so on.

"You ......" maintained a subtle expression, and Sawada Tsunayoshi tried to deliberate the wording, "If you are like this, Lan Bo will be breathless......"

The last voice fell, and Sawada's heart suddenly popped, as if a bottle filled with half a bottle of water passed through the pool of chaotic consciousness.

Wrong......

The kid ...... Not a blue wave.

Giotto's gaze paused for half a second on Tsunayoshi Sawada's slightly changing face:

"Don't worry, he'......"

Before he could finish half a sentence, Giotto's expression, like Sawada Tsunayoshi, suddenly changed.

The curvature of the corners of his lips drooped, and his eyes, which were originally as bright and warm as lights, suddenly turned cold, obviously still fiery tones, but as if they were covered with a layer of frost from the top layer.

"I'm sorry. Go first. ”

The golden flame was gone in a blink of an eye, and Sawada Tsunayoshi unconsciously covered his eyes because of the sudden bright light, and when he lowered his arm, there was no one in front of him.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the clearing not far from him suddenly twisted, and two dark black vortices appeared out of thin air.

In the seeping whirlpool, two cold men in black dresses and white bandages came out.

Sawada Tsunayoshi recognized them.

A strange person with a strange dress and a gloomy atmosphere like this, no one who has ever seen it will not forget it.

They are the Avengers. It was the two guys who appeared in Obsidian Middle School half a month ago and dragged away the six skeletons with chains.

"The breath is gone." The short avenger shrugged his nose, like an experienced hound, picking up the scent everywhere.

"Escape faster than a mouse." The gray-eyed avenger snorted coldly, and his quenched gaze fell on Sawada Tsunayoshi, and a trace of hatred flashed quickly, "Let's go." ”

The black swirling flames flashed, and the two of them disappeared in the same way as when they came, unbelievably without warning.

……

Yuto had a strange dream.

It stands to reason that he should not have the ability to dream, but when he was forced into a "slumber" by the group of people injected with unknown drugs, his drowsy brain operated unorderedly, flashing one broken and hazy image after another.

"Do you want to get out of here with me?"

「Yuri…… Well, if I'm not mistaken, that seems to mean ...... in Japan Lily?"

"......#是Yu-u-ri, please don't eat a syllable, Mr. illiterate."

"So, let's get it here...... Lieutenant, excellent."

「……」

"Are you going to run away, Wizman?"

"I want to know...... When you studied the stone plate with the Silver King in Berlin, did you also experience the 'radiation' of the stone plate?"

"Xiao Yiyan asks what this is for?" A familiar and indistinct voice, especially with a hint of laughter.

"You should know what I'm capable of,......" The sickly and well-cultured young man's eyes burned as if he could look into the soul of the person in front of him, "Everyone thinks that I can't summon the Sword of Damocles to fight only because of my poor health, only I know the real reason."

「……」

"Compared to other kings, the power of each generation of colorless kings is slightly weaker...... This is not a necessity, let alone a coincidence. Because none of them have ever received full strength, the sword of Damocles is forever missing a corner."

「…… Is that the answer you get from the prophecy?"

"It has nothing to do with prophecy. But I see ......" the sickly young man suppressed his cough, his pale face flushed with a sickly flush, "At the beginning of the 'past' line, you stand on the edge of the stone plate, holding the mutilated corner of the hilt...... And at the end of the 'future' line......"

I'm for... The Evil King...... Is it?

An inaudible sigh.

Like the sound of gold and jade, ripples rippled in the dark sea of knowledge.

That voice was extremely familiar, but Yuto couldn't remember where he had heard it.

With this sigh, he felt chills all over his body, as if his whole soul had sunk into a cold and dark pool.

But before he could sink to the bottom, his lips were suddenly covered with a soft touch, and a warm breath permeated from his mouth, gradually pouring into his limbs, driving away every inch of darkness and coldness.

Warm, sweet, déjà vu.

This is......

Dead fire?

Following the enticing aroma, his consciousness gradually rose until the dark space suddenly lit up with a bright light.

In the center of the blurred vision, the warm golden light cut a deep back into the soul.

The soft touch on his lips has long since disappeared, and the warm breath is gradually dissipating, along with the faint golden light, inch by inch, as illusory as a blister that bursts at the touch of a poke.

For some reason, he wanted to push forward, to reach out and grab the light.

“Gio……”

"Chirp?" Another voice rang in my ears like a thunderbolt that woke up a sleeping man.

Yuto snapped his eyes open and slammed aside a shaggy head from above.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Louis, who was pressed on his head like a prisoner, was simply holding his breath, "I took a closer look out of concern, Youdou-kun, are you doing this to me?" ”

――Obviously it's just a little bean now, why is it so strong?

Yuto's empty focus gradually retracted, and he felt that the corners of his lips were still soft and sweet, just like that, a pale yellow petal.

He was sure it wasn't the scent of the dream.

A little anxiety welled up in his heart, and Yuto Yu remembered the attachment and urgency in his dream, but he couldn't remember the name that was about to blurt out at the last moment.

Louis, whose head was pressed against the bench in a strange posture, flashed his eyes, and suddenly called tentatively: "...... Yuri? ”

Youdou subconsciously lowered his head and met Louie's complicated gaze.