"Well...... I'm so sorry. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Hakuriyu scratched her hair, and as her body moved, the plastic bag she was holding in her other hand rustled, like a warm breeze blowing through the woods, adding a touch of warmth to the cold late autumn night.

"Because there's still a lot of work to be done, and if I die, some of the guys I care about more will be sad, so I shouldn't be able to respond to your feelings."

Dealing with Sakiya's words that seem like a joke and like a strange murder notice, Hakura Yu replied as seriously and cautiously as an ordinary high school student who was called under the cherry blossom tree to accept a confession by an unsigned love letter from a junior in school.

"yes, that's a shame."

Sakiya nodded, not surprised by Hakuriyu's refusal. Although things like values and views on love are different from ordinary people, it's understandable that you don't want to be killed inexplicably, even if you're a murderer.

It's just that after all, there is still some loss. Maybe in front of others, this little emotion can be suppressed with years of suppressing the killing impulse to almost instinctive restraint without any action at all, but in front of Hakuriyu, even a slight loss becomes impossible to hide.

As a result, fog began to fill the surroundings.

Not pure white, but a thick fog mixed with something else, reflected in the dim light, revealing an ominous color.

"You're not going to rush to kill me right now, although you might be a little angry when you say it, but you can't kill me now, to be honest, I'm a little tired now, can I go home and get a good night's sleep and then use my role as a student to meet the annoying Monday."

Hakuriyu looked at her right hand with some concern.

No, right-handed, pretending to be a worker. Mouth caricature plastic bag.

There was something very interesting in the fog that, although it had no effect on him, might break the contents of the plastic bag. Anyway, it's borrowing someone else's book, and it's not very nice to get it broken.

Sakiya squinted slightly, and her body instinctively fell slightly, putting on a hunting posture that she was all too familiar with. Although it is said that his world is manifested due to the temperament that he unconsciously exudes, since he has appeared, it is not a bad thing to take the opportunity to test the witch in front of him.

Of course, it would be best if you could kill him.

Sakuya, who was thinking about dangerous things, hid his body in the thick fog, and observed Hakuriyu, who didn't look surprised at all, but just stood still with a helpless face.

He wears a normal shirt and a hooded jacket, and as always, there are no defensive or auxiliary charms attached to it like other exorcists, and the shoes on his feet have the power of wind and fire...... But that spell is not so much a support as it is to add to the chaos. If it is interpreted as a prank, it will work completely, then it looks like a magic array made of random graffiti by laymen, if it has any effect, at most it is inexplicably igniting a small flame and then burning the shoes, what kind of aquatic and fiery life does this guy live in.

I didn't know that my shoes had been used as strange experiments by Wenwen and Meihong, and Bo Liyu's intuition was only like a foreknowledge in strange places, and it was impossible to detect it in this kind of place that could cause you a little trouble at any time. Now Hakuriyu is just worried about the manga he borrowed.

Sakiya stared at Hakuriyu in the thick fog, and for the first time there was a distressed expression on her face, like a girl who didn't know how to approach her crush on a boy.

After a few moments, the fog cleared.

Sakuya looked at the Hakurei shrine maiden who didn't make any moves, just like an ordinary person, and let out a short, helpless sigh.

"How the hell am I going to kill you?"

It's really a very incredible thing to discuss with the victim you want to kill how you can kill the other party, but neither Sakuya nor Hakuriyu thinks it's anything incredible, but instead thinks it's a very normal thing, so their conversation seems so normal and natural.

"Well, maybe wait until I want to fight you."

Bo Liyu thought for a moment and said.

It sounded like nonsense, but Sakiya fell silent as if she understood something.

Just now in the thick fog, Sakiya unfolded the [World] where even time had stopped, and then, supplemented by countless throwing knives, he moved behind Hakuriyu, pouring all his killing intent into the knives in both hands.

The knife infused with Sakuya's murderous intent like love not only did not become sharper, but became more and more old, and even gave birth to rust stains, and the rusted place was also stained with blood stains of different sizes, which looked like a murder weapon used by a famous murderer in history on display in a museum, just seeing it was enough to make people's spirits soaked in madness.

The dense fog of silk cloth in the alley, which was skin-tingling, became even more eerie and terrifying by the killing intent, and these dense fogs completely absorbed the cold moonlight and dim light, and then corroded and assimilated into their own kind.

This is the most perfect and powerful attack Sakuya has ever performed in her life, and it contains her understanding of the act of [killing] as a murderer, her attack is not to take life, but it is more pure and powerful than a simple homicidal maniac who wants to deprive others of their lives.

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When the knife in her hand was about to approach Hakuriyu's clothes, even Sakiya sighed with satisfaction in the depths of her heart, and a happy smile appeared on her face, she thought that this attack was not mixed with the slightest distraction, and it was pure to the extreme.

Then, all the attacks missed.

Fell in the open.

They didn't touch anything but air and hard ground.

This made Sakuya feel uncomfortable and wanted to vomit blood, but the most perfect attack in his life hit the empty space, which was really a very shocking thing.

What's more, she couldn't understand what Hakuriyu had done.

She manipulates time herself, and she can even use time to the extent that she can attack her different selves at different times, and she can also use her own abilities to expand space, because time and space are inherently mutually inherent. Even if Hakuriyu hid herself in the crevice just now like that youkai sage, she was confident that she would attack him unaffected.

However, it all becomes meaningless.

Sakuya is very confused and puzzled, so she wants to ask Hakura to tell her how to kill him, but the reason why she didn't ask him how he did it was because it was a meaningless question.

Even if you know, it doesn't mean that you can understand it, and it doesn't mean that you can crack it. Since you have to ask, it is natural to ask more meaningful questions.

So Sakuya asked her questions and got the answers she needed.

Hakuriyu's answer seemed a little inexplicable and boring, but it really made Sakuya feel very helpless.

What she didn't know was that this helplessness had also appeared on Yakumo Murasaki, the Black Phantom, the Woe, the Kanzaki - and all the people who had fought Hakureyu.

Because they all came up with an answer from the means they used.

If you want to kill Hakuriyu, you have to make him want to fight.

If he didn't want to fight, no one could reach him.