Even though she hadn't been here in a long time, she still remembered every step she took, and she could find her way even with her eyes closed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoMaybe it's noon, and the front line is very busy, so there aren't many people around. Asuna sneaked around the crowd on her back and walked through the dark alleys.

It's just that she felt a little out of breath just halfway through. She didn't have much strength, and it would have been a little difficult to carry Lord Death on her back, and to add insult to injury, she still felt a dull pain in her chest. Death-sama's attacks were always so precise, and hitting the bull's-eye made her fall into a dilemma of total weakness.

The pain in her face had long since dissipated, and only remained in her heart.

She didn't think about leaving Lord Death here for a hundred or anything, she just walked silently, without saying a word. It was precisely because she knew the Reaper-sama better than anyone else that she knew what kind of mood the Reaper-sama was in at that time.

She probably did something wrong. Asuna thought a little dazed.

They met, met, and separated. Time is far from eternal, just a few months are less. She still remembered that on the first day they met, Lord Death's eyes sparkled with joy as if they had seen something they loved, and there was not the slightest blemish or filth in them.

Perhaps it was then that Asuna really began to truly understand the "Grim Reaper". That's not an NPC, it's not a ****, it's a really alive soul, more enjoyable than anyone else, and more loving than anyone else.

Her little thoughts were hidden in front of Lord Death, and her thoughts had never surprised Lord Death, and even when he put the sickle to her neck openly, there was no fear on his face that she would beg for death.

Yes, she didn't want to die at all.

Since when has it changed? Since when did Lord Death stop being so unattainable?

She thought about this question carefully, but suddenly found that she had reached her destination before she knew it. As time passes, the only thing that remains constant is what is regulated. The exaggerated size of the villa was still as glorious as she had seen it months ago, and as deserted as ever. The only one who brought life was probably the paralyzed maid standing in front of the door cleaning. Unfortunately, she's just an NPC.

Seeing the coming, the maid blinked and silently opened the door.

"Can you let me in?" Asuna was a little surprised. Although almost no players own property at this stage, she still knows it. You will not be allowed to enter the player's room without permission. It's impossible to say anything if Lord Death looks half-dead now.

"You can come and go here freely without having to be announced." The maid bowed her head slightly and explained.

Asuna knew, and Lord Death hadn't defended herself since. Obviously, when treating other people, he is like a hedgehog and people can't do it, but he doesn't hide it in front of her and takes off all his disguises.

He has always believed in himself without reservation.

Asuna thanked the maid in a low voice before carrying Lord Death into the villa. She'd been here once, so she figured out how to get there. Walked in the doorway, panting and slammed Lord Death on the couch. Originally, she was expecting the Grim Reaper to roll under the sofa, but unfortunately the sofa was flat, and there was no element for the Grim Reaper to roll down. And Lord Death, who was smashed, showed no signs of waking up, and slept like a dead pig.

Asuna wanted to just leave, but suddenly she felt a little angry, and she was indeed a little tired, so she sat down on the couch and sat down next to Lord Death. The sofa was so soft that Asuna's whole body relaxed, and her mind went blank. He let out a long breath, as if he wanted to exhale the exhaustion in his body.

Turning his head to look at Lord Death, he still frowned slightly even after falling asleep, as if he was having a nightmare that was not very good. Asuna's heart softened, and her fingers brushed over the forehead of Lord Death, rubbing it gently. She didn't know if it would work, but she wanted to give it a try.

To be honest, she was angry, but she had a feeling that she didn't know where to spill it. She had never been in such a situation before, and she didn't know what to do in such a situation. She felt that she should break with the Grim Reaper, but she couldn't make up her mind. She was afraid, afraid that one day she would never see Lord Death.

Time passes slowly in silence and silence, never leaving time to look back. It wasn't until Asuna noticed that Death's wrinkled forehead had finally calmed down, she stopped what she was doing, and her fingers slowly ran across Death's cheeks.

It was the first time she had seen Lord Death's sleeping face.

He had never changed, and even then, he hadn't re-established his defenses against her. At this time, the Grim Reaper is the best proof of this. He had always believed in her unreservedly.

Asuna thought as she quietly shifted her position, gently lifting the head of Lord Death and placing it on her lap, and then gently stroked Lord Death's head. Death-sama's hair wasn't long, but it wasn't very short, and it was comfortable to touch, allowing Asuna to achieve the second first time in the golden sky - the first time she touched Death-sama's head.

If he was awake, he probably wouldn't be angry. Asuna laughed.

He never cared about such trivial things.

Asuna's eyes closed slightly, remembering what had just happened, and the last words that Lord Death had said to herself. As she chewed carefully, she suddenly realized that she had thought something wrong. His joy, his disappointment, his affection, all came from her beauty or her heart. She never feels inferior to herself, but she knows that there are far more beautiful people in the world than her. She was only sixteen years old.

Even in her understanding, just in this game, there are people who are more attractive than her, and they can even throw her off the street in terms of figure. So, what is it that makes her favored by Lord Death among everyone?

It wasn't luck, she thought, and it wasn't because she had met Lord Death earlier.

It's the will. The will to live.

Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of Lord Death, Asuna couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly. She had never known a single thing, and even when the mystery was within reach, she still turned a blind eye to it, and then lost the most precious thing because of her little willfulness. Everything made her look ridiculous. She naively thought that as long as she became strong enough, she would have what it took to stand by the side of Lord Death. It's just that Lord Death didn't tell her that it wasn't the most important thing.

She had never read Lord Death.

She finally realized that at that time, whether the Grim Reaper was lost or disappointed, it was never a sigh for her, but for herself. Everything he hated came from himself. It's just that it makes Asuna even more painful. She'd rather make Lord Death feel like she was the one who let him down, not him.

Asuna gently hugged Lord Death and whispered, "I'm sorry...... Cooperate. ”

She thought that her petty willfulness had always been allowed, and no matter how willful she was, Lord Death would forgive herself. But this time, she didn't know if she would be able to get Forgiveness from Lord Death again, or if Lord Death would forgive herself. She didn't want to, she didn't want to drift away from Lord Death, that wasn't good at all, she hated that.

What's the solution......

If an apology had worked, there would be no need for police and laws in the world. It is precisely because some things are irreparable and there is no way to apologize that there will be regret and atonement.

At this time, she suddenly remembered the book cover that was still in her backpack, and hurriedly rummaged through it like a drowning person and held it in her hand. She still couldn't figure out what the meaning of Lord Death's final cut off the cover of the note was, but no matter how she looked at it, she didn't find anything out of the ordinary, and the game system didn't have any explanation for this.

Suddenly, Asuna's gaze froze, staring at the dialog box that appeared in front of her. She'd seen it many times, and the words on it were frighteningly boring - did you use the prop "Wheel of Time"?

The Wheel of Time? What is that? Asuna couldn't help but be a little dazed.

"Is that you?"

Suddenly, the voice in her ear startled her, and she almost didn't throw the book cover out of her hand. When I looked at it, I realized that there was a girl sitting on a translucent blue clock in mid-air, looking down at her. The clock is clattering, and there is an indescribable weirdness.