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If you want to say it, it's not so much that Black is here to help Purple run errands, but rather that he has nothing to do and wants to come to Remilia to spend time, and under normal circumstances, knowing that Purple was injured by an unknown youkai - or something else, Black's first reaction was definitely not to think about the identity of that youkai but to laugh at it gloatingly.

- Actually, she did.

Of course, Purple wasn't going to be angry about such a trivial matter, at least not to drink the drink made by the shrine maiden unsuspectingly like some cautious demon god.

After that day, Hei knew that he could actually eat on the magma mixed with steel plates, and he actually had something unacceptable in this world.

No...... Should that really be called food?

Black felt that if anyone dared to say that in front of her, she would definitely not mind trying to pour some molten iron melted by the heat on that guy - except for the ones she couldn't beat, of course.

The topic seems to be far away, in short, let's pull the camera to the original side of the battlefield.

Why not Hakuriyu?

Anyway, there's nothing to say about being in the same room with a super beautiful girl.,The body is also model-level blonde half-breed people in the same room.,Playing a game of work.,There's nothing to say about this kind of thing.。

It's simply not worth mentioning.

It's already insignificant than the Zeon's feet - and it can be used as an ornament anyway.

In comparison, even if you see the beautiful girl's panty style due to force majeure, and then argue for half an hour because of the color preference, or accidentally expose your personal habits, this kind of thing has no value at all.

Anyway, the boring topic stops here, so let's take a look at Miss Battlefield Hara, who has become cute.

Ah, although it was a twist like this to forcefully divert everyone's attention, to be honest, nothing very remarkable happened.

In other words, only the original people of the battlefield thought that they were very important.

An encounter with someone.

Speaking of this, it seems to remind everyone of the scene in the empty classroom filled with the afterglow of the orange sunset, where the cold girl tried to shove a stapler into the boy's mouth roughly, which was full of romance.

But in fact it has nothing to do with it, it's another thing entirely.

If someone had to compare the two, the battlefield would never mind using a triangular ruler to stick it into that person's fingernails, and it would be impossible to misunderstand it to this extent.

Unlike that scene, the battlefield was a person who met the man while wandering down the street.

It's different from that time, when there were only two people, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was an ambiguous space.

The extremely lively, crowded streets, no matter how much you think and guess, is not the place where a weird story should happen.

Battlefield Hara, and met that person.

Although it may seem like a chance encounter, purely due to unstable factors, it is not actually like this.

Battlefield Hara took the initiative to talk to the other party.

It was an incredible move for the battlefield that was supposed to be a phobia of the living, but in fact, even after a long time, I couldn't understand what kind of mood I was in to reach out to the other party, and although there were various reasons, I couldn't reach that decisive factor when I thought about it.

In short, it was with this half-baked mood that the woman on the battlefield walked over.

"Are you a monster?"

Then, I asked.

So now, I would like to ask you to put yourself in your shoes, on the crowded street, perhaps you are admiring the dazzling shop numbers and thinking about what you should eat at night, when suddenly a cold beauty with long purple hair that is so gorgeous that it is not like words comes forward and asks so seriously without any joke.

You'll be skeptical of life.

Huh? Is it a strange holiday today? Or am I sick enough to be considered a monster -- a psychologically fragile person who can't do it will rise to the point of being so disgusted with society that he squats at home and refuses to go out.

From this point of view, Battlefield Hara's behavior is really unkind.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is an atrocity.

If you have a good memory, you will remember what I said before, "Miss Battlefield Hara Who Became Cute", this description, and let out an angry roar

――How cute has this become!?

I wonder if it's Natsume's friend's tent-style cuteness, hey~

I guess there's no way to fool me around.

Actually, I don't intend to confuse the past, because to tell the truth, the current battlefield can be said to be a model of gentle Yamato Nadeshiko compared to the previous situation of indiscriminate violence against the surroundings due to self-preservation.

It's just that occasionally some inconsequential tongues and atrocities are carried out.

Let's call this a residual toxin, just like the habit brought about by the second year of secondary school, occasionally walking on the street without people will inexplicably make a handsome posture, it is this kind of toxin that will disappear with the passage of time, even if it is occasionally recalled, it will be laughed, it can be said to be an insignificant residual toxin.

In fact, at the same time as saying this, Battlefield Hara also realized that this question seemed to be a little inappropriate, and she began to think about how to hit her head in the first place to make people lose her memory of the previous period of time in the simplest way.

Rather than using vague words to confuse the past, the first thing that comes to mind is to use violence to end one's mistakes straightforwardly.,This straightforward character is really cute.。

Don't you think so?

In short, the battlefield was so of himself, and he was quite proud of his style.

If there is a slight complacency to describe it, it is flawless!

It seems to be a slight exaggeration.

Then it's impeccable!

He was secretly happy to find a suitable adjective for his behavior, and even the corners of his cold mouth were slightly upturned suddenly when he heard a gentle female voice.

Note that the gentleness referred to here is not the childlike gentleness of a middle school who waters the flowers in the class, speaks softly and quietly, and treats undesirable boys like a child.

It's all-encompassing.,Gently shining on the earth like the warm sun of spring.,People can't help but close their eyes and indulge in its embrace.,The gentleness of a mature woman like a big sister.。

The description here may be a bit biased, but I beg your pardon, because the mental state of the battlefield at the time of experiencing this scene and telling it was not a normal state.

To be precise, at the same time as hearing this voice, Battlefield Hara felt her intestines and stomach begin to fall heavily, and as she looked through the source of the sound, the sensation became more and more intense, almost causing her to vomit.

"Keen little guy ......"

With this whisper like an auditory hallucination, Battlefield Hara found that his terrible state just now disappeared like an illusion in an instant, if it weren't for the thorough soaking of the shirt on his back, and even the white coat on the outside had some wet sweat, maybe Battlefield Hara would have thought that everything just now was just his own delusion.

"Hello."

The silky hair, which looked like it had been carefully combed, was not so much pure green as pure green, but short green with a golden glow like the sun, and jewel-like red pupils full of grace and modesty—like the eyes of a human aristocrat looking at some fine breed of beloved horses.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Crab, I'm an exorcist from the Kazami family, the head of the four exorcist families, you can call me Kazami Yuka, well~ I like this name."

With a slight smile and kindness in her bright red pupils, Kazami Yuka said.

ps:Some careful readers probably found out.,The number of words in this book has dropped from more than 300,000 to less than 200,000.,Of course I'm not stupid enough to have a neuropathy and suddenly delete so much of my own book.,Well,There's only one thing that will be so stupid.,That's the starting point.,I've applied for review and don't know when it's going to be restored.,I don't know where this book is banned, so even if I want to change it, I'm overwhelmed by the water.,The worst-case scenario is to go to sf to update.,After all, the environment is a little better., But the number of readers...... Ahem,So far, I've uploaded 50,000 words, got more than 400 clicks, five collections and two likes, I don't know what expressions to make

Secretly, one of the likes is the result of my curiosity

Well, that's the basic situation