A day passed quickly, just as a year was just a blink of an eye. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Lord Death is always complaining that time flies too quickly, if his day can be broken in half, then he can live for two hundred years, and if it is broken in half, it will be four hundred years. If he keeps breaking it, he will live forever.

Of course, his time flies not because he is happy, but because he sleeps on his desk all day. The fastest time a person can pass is to sleep, because the process is just to close and open the eyes. Therefore, Lord Death actually doesn't like to sleep outside of the necessary time, which will make his mental life much shorter.

Regardless of Lord Death's strange values, after sleeping for a long time, his spirit became much better, his waist no longer hurt, his legs no longer hurt, and his head could function normally. However, after waking up, it was almost dusk outside, the classroom was empty, and there was not a single good student left, only the "bad student" of Lord Death woke up slowly.

Of course, those good students also include the music.

Lord Death felt a little empty in his heart inexplicably, and after stretching a lot, he walked to the window, pushed open the closed window, poked his head out and took a deep breath. The air was slightly cool, which cleared his head a little.

He wasn't in a hurry to eat, he just rolled over casually, sat down on the window, and dangled his legs. The setting sun shines obliquely on the body, bringing a little insignificant warmth. Since becoming the Grim Reaper, he has not been affected by the weather much. So even when he and Luna went on an expedition to the snowy mountains, the two psychopaths climbed the snowy mountains with their bare hands in short-sleeved shorts.

In the distance, a group of energetic sports freaks can still be seen running around the playground on the large playground, shouting inexplicable slogans as they run. Everything looks harmonious, without the slightest abnormality.

Whether...... Can you keep it forever? Lord Death tilted his head in thought.

It would be a shame to destroy it like that.

He didn't quite know if his transformation was due to his shaking of hell or simply because of a certain amount of nostalgia that he had developed here. He did want to do something for Lord Luna, but that didn't mean that no matter how much Hill and Lian doubted him, he should be indifferent. This does not match his character. For Lord Death, the highest order is always himself. And those two people have been hiding something from themselves, which makes him feel extremely unhappy.

So...... Lord Death has to find a way to become stronger, stronger, and stronger than anyone else, just like before. If Ren and Ciel really care about Luna as much as they say they do, and want her to exist in a world free of doubt, pain, and despair, then Death-sama will have enough capital to fight - and Luna will not betray him. But that's just a guess after all. He has the advantage of always thinking about the worst.

So, how can he, who has been fixed to the level of miscellaneous soldiers, compare to those who open the hanger? Lian Gu can still think of a way, but Hill can really only raise his hands and surrender. That ability to pause time is really the ability to restrain everything except pure defense. What's more, Lord Death doesn't believe that Hill only has such a hand.

Unfortunately, Hill is also the most dangerous of the two. If you want to say who is the fastest when she turns her face, it must be that she didn't run.

There's still a long way to go......

Originally, Lord Death thought that after he gained eternal life, he should not be as busy as before, and could even spend more time to complete his previous regrets, and do some good deeds as Lord Luna said, and atone for the sins he created in his previous life. But now he had changed his mind. Everything, whether it is regret or persistence, will not be as important as the life of Lord Death. Even if it may only be in the distant future, as long as he can see the slightest hint of crisis, he will not remain indifferent. Being prepared for danger in times of peace is one of the instincts necessary to survive.

As a Grim Reaper, it's hard to get stronger. Both Shu and Luna-sama had already confirmed this to him. And this kind of "getting stronger" is actually a stronger numerical increase in its own template, and it does not include equipment. But in reality, those truly epic equipment Grim Reaper are also out of reach. Let's not talk about the question of whether you can beat it or not, those things that can really be used every second and second air must be related to fate. Then it's basically nothing to do with death. All the Grim Reaper can get are those things that were left behind in life, or insignificant.

But...... There must be something that can be done. There must be.

Lord Death thought sideways, unconsciously dropping most of his vigilance. So much so that when someone approached the classroom, he didn't notice it at the first time, and he was still engrossed. It wasn't until the man spoke that he suddenly came back to his senses.

"What are you doing here at this time?"

Lord Death silently turned around, and saw the white-haired girl standing alone in the dim afterglow of the setting sun, her shadow stretched long, and it seemed to be terrifyingly distant.

"Nothing." Lord Death shrugged, turned and jumped off the windowsill, patting the dust off his buttocks, "Let's go, let's go eat." Unconsciously, he seemed to take it for granted.

Song didn't say anything, just silently walked towards Lord Death, staggered past him under the puzzled gaze of Lord Death, and closed the wide open window before saying, "Let's go." ”

The two walked side by side in the corridor that had been darkened, and the slogan outside the corridor had stopped, and the building was quiet, and there was no one. But the incredible thing is that the world is not quiet, and bursts of hustle and bustle can still be heard vaguely, so that the atmosphere between the two is not too stiff.

Lord Death turned his head sideways, and when he saw that he was holding a stack of paper that was not thick in his arms, he asked somewhat casually, "Do you still have a job?" ”

Soda nodded and replied calmly, "Just now, they submitted their application properly. I'm wondering whether to pass or not. ”

Lord Death is interested. He knew that the "they" he was talking about meant the people on the front line, so he asked, "What kind of activity is it?" ”

He knew that what he was doing was still working. At the very least, they were no longer as hostile as before, and tried to make some concessions, or rather tentatively.

"Concert." Nor do you hide it. Straight out of it.

"Isn't that good?" Lord Death smiled.

"However, it is not in accordance with the charter. Generally, it cannot be approved. Soda shook her head, which was why she had to stop them all the time. Not to mention that it was not approved, in fact, that kind of behavior itself is not allowed.

"Wouldn't it be nice to give it a try? If you have to do everything according to the rules, you can't do anything, and what you want to do has to be within the rules, then it's too boring. It's a shame to follow the rules, isn't it? Lord Death hesitated, but patted his head lightly, "If you don't understand, try to compromise." That's not an option, isn't it? ”

He had always felt that the music was a silent version of Lord Luna. Or rather, a lot like Luna-sama's sister. Completely opposite to Lord Luna, not fussing at all and not asking for much, but strangely similar. To put it bluntly, very naïve. The height of the two is not much different, at least about a head shorter than Lord Death.

He'd always wanted to do it, but if he did it to Luna-sama, Luna would blow up. It's much better on the sonata, and it satisfies the little wish of Lord Death. He thinks that his sister is also a good creature. At least, if there is a prerequisite for blood connection, his trust can be somewhat easier.

Lord Death rarely trusts anyone, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to trust anyone. Believing is a beautiful thing.

Soda turned his head and looked at Lord Death with some confusion, not knowing why Lord Death did this. But she didn't resist, and let Lord Death's hand gently caress her head. thought, and then nodded silently.

Lady Death didn't miss that feeling either, and withdrew his hand and smiled unusually happily.

He felt that the relationship between him and Sora was strange. They are not lovers, but they know each other better than friends, and they can listen to each other. Something must have attracted them to each other, he thought. But even he couldn't say what this relationship was. Because he never had a so-called "family".

The Grim Reaper's work is inherently autonomous. In fact, even if Luna gave him a time to go back, it was only because he believed that he could solve it, and more because of a little selfishness. But the implication is that even if it can't be solved, it's nothing. So if Lord Death plays a little trick, he can still do a lot of things.

If...... If he really deserves his trust, he doesn't mind doing something.

The Grim Reaper-sama sees the shadow of Mistress Luna in her, but by no means sees her as a substitute for Mistress Luna, but only carefully touches the coincidence to fulfill her own small wishes. He had never seen such an incredible man, purer than Lord Luna. And the cause of all this is because of that underground accident. So, Lord Death wanted to try to believe it.

So, in the eyes of the music, what kind of person is he?

For the first time, Lord Death became curious.