Bayi Yonglin doesn't understand how to be entertained, but she doesn't deny the necessity of entertainment itself.

It's like she doesn't like human beings, but she agrees with the meaning of human existence.

Entertainment is the act of having fun and feeling joy, in other words, entertainment is the act of generating joy by stimulating the mind and emotions.

However, Yonglin, whose life length has exceeded the measurement of the meter, has almost "understood" everything to the point where she does not feel any fluctuations at all.

There is no difference between nostalgia, anger, attachment, lamentation, or love and even bloody death, and the wise man, who has known everything in the world, looks at all strife and changes with tolerance and indifference.

――――It doesn't matter if she's insensitive, her heart has gone through vicissitudes. It's just a constant fact that you don't know how to entertain.

However, this does not mean that her life has been without joy. In fact, she also had very happy moments. The only difference is that compared with ordinary people, Yonglin's cognition can choose very few entertainment methods that make people cry.

For example, she sometimes goes for a walk in the Lost Bamboo Forest. However, it was no fun for Yonglin himself, just a simple move to kill time.

Just like today.

「…………」

Walking in the bamboo forest, Yonglin's heart suddenly had some doubts.

She stretched out her right hand and caught the white crystals floating down from the sky.

The thing that turns into water droplets as soon as it falls into your hand is something called snow.

However, it is already early spring...... Is this sudden snowfall a little out of place? Looking at the water droplets in his hand, Yonglin sensed something unusual.

But she didn't pay much attention to it.

Anyway, walking in the snowy bamboo forest is also quite a charming behavior, although it is not to be elated, but this snow has added some different colors to the already familiar land, and Yonglin will not refuse.

Treading on the soft ground, she kept going. Walking without any purpose, an act made simply for the sake of walking.

Yonglin didn't have any expectations. She was just expecting to kill time by taking a walk -- and she met someone by chance.

"Are you ......?"

A look of surprise flashed through her light gray eyes, and she looked at the girl who appeared in her field of vision, recalling the other party's name.

The girl in green shirt with silver hair with a doll's head and a spirit floating next to her unexpectedly made Yonglin look familiar.

"Soul... Youmu, huh?"

Yonglin's tone was very affirmative, and he was not asking at all. Because she has quite an impression of this young girl...... A girl who always looks to her beloved son for the way of the sword.。 There is no second one except the guy in front of him.

Compared to that apprentice magician, the court master of the Eternal Pavilion can really be described as a model of knowledge and etiquette, so Yonglin's sense of soul demon dreams is not bad.

But...... Seems to be a little different from the impression in your memory? Sensing some subtle change in the half-spirit girl, Yonglin narrowed her slender and elegant eyes slightly.

"Yes. Lord Yonglin."

Seeing Yonglin, Youmeng was not too surprised--it was normal to see the people of the Eternal Pavilion in the Lost Bamboo Forest.

The girl's first reaction was to fold her hands and salute Chong Yonglin with good manners.

The woman in front of her is not only the elderly, but also the mother of Mr. Feili, and she should also abide by etiquette. At least that's how it should be in Youmeng's education.

"You don't have to follow so many etiquettes, just our normal communication. So...... Youmeng, are you here to find Ah Fei?"

Yonglin was very satisfied with the courtesy of the demon dream. However, while asking, she still used a gentle tone to persuade the girl to let go of her tense attitude...... For her, as long as she knows that the other party does respect her from the heart. She wouldn't care too much about the so-called etiquette.

"Yes."

Youmeng nodded kindly and answered Yonglin's question. That being said, she still uses honorifics. However, Yonglin didn't dwell too much on this point.

"That's a pity. He went out with Marisa today. I haven't come back yet."

"Is this—so?"

Hearing the unexpected answer, Youmeng's shoulders suddenly stepped down. Her reaction was so simple and easy to understand that Yonglin couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

However, Yonglin also confirmed that the Soul Demon Dream was indeed different from usual.

-- The clear eyes, which should have been without haze, are now clouded with a layer of doubt.

Anyway, being idle is boring, Yonglin decides to talk to Youmeng for a while.

「…… Speaking of which, I have a question for you. Youmeng, of course, don't answer me if you feel bothered."

"Tell me, as long as I know it, I know everything."

"Don't be so serious, what I want to ask is, you often come to Ah Fei to ask for swordsmanship, why do you work so hard?"

In fact, this is already a pretty serious issue. However, in Yonglin's gentle tone, it was enough to make people forget the tension.

"For what ......?"

But Youmu paused in the face of this question.

"In order to complete the family heirloom swordsmanship, there is still ......."

At the beginning, the volume of the voice was quite normal. But in the end, it was somehow comparable to a whisper, and Yonglin didn't hear it clearly at all.

「……？ What else?"

「…… and the strongest sword."

The half-spirit girl blushed and whispered.

「…… The strongest sword?"

"This, this, this is just my arrogant words! You don't have to worry!"

Caught in shame, Yumu couldn't help but start a strong self-denial, and if she could, her face would turn red to the point that no one would be surprised even if she was steaming hot now.

After all, this is equivalent to announcing to others "I want to be the number one swordsman in the world", although it should be more surprising that Youmeng actually answered this matter honestly, but anyone who sees the girl's hurried appearance will also show a smile without malice.

"No, no, I didn't mean to laugh at me. I'm just a little curious...... What is the strongest sword?"

Yonglin, who said this, really thought in his heart that this was not worth laughing at.

No matter who you are, you have a desire in your heart to be the greatest. It's just that over time, the vast majority of people give up when they realize the limits of their talents - but at least the desire itself should not be ridiculed.

She was just a little curious, what is the strongest sword?

"Hmm...... What's this...... I think it's a swordsmanship that is strong in offense, well-defended, light and swift, and has no other things."

After a moment of silence, Youmeng, who is a swordsman, gave the correct answer in her mind.

"I don't know much about swords...... But do you think this kind of swordsmanship really exists?"

After listening to the description of the demon dream, Yonglin asked rhetorically after thinking for a while.

"Hmm--"

The half-spirit girl fell into a state of being speechless.

Indeed, as Yonglin said. There is no such thing as swordsmanship in the world.

No matter what kind of swordsmanship, there are flaws. It's a given. Because excellent swordsmanship has its own unique style...... However, the so-called style is based on the situation of reinforcing a certain aspect at the expense of a certain character.

If the offense is strong, it will fall into defense, and if it is too fast, it will lack strength. This means that the strongest sword that Youmu said does not exist at all.

"No, it shouldn't exist."

The sword of fantasy is like a mirror.

Youmu, who realized this, also admitted this fact.

"I think so...... But then again, I think the strongest sword still exists. But I also think that the so-called strongest sword is the sword that can achieve the goal."

"Achieved the goal?"

Yonglin's words were like an initiation, reminding the demon dream.

"Yes. The more precise the target, the stronger the sword. In other words, it depends on what you ultimately want to be – what you want to be."

――――In the girl's ears, Yonglin's words were simply like thunder, deafening.

「…………」

The girl fell silent.

The more precise the target, the stronger, so, what is her goal?

As long as you can figure this out...... Then all the problems will be solved.

「…… Thank you very much, Eirim-sama."

The first thing the girl who spoke again was to thank Yonglin solemnly.

"I don't seem to have done anything worthy of such thanks."

Yonglin couldn't help but be a little surprised and said to Youmeng, who bent down to thank her.

"For me, not doing that is not enough to show my gratitude."

"Is that so? Then allow me to take this thanks."

With a gentle smile, Yonglin reached out and helped up Youmeng's body.

"I'm not unhappy to be able to help others."

"You are truly a man of high moral character...... But pardon my faux pas, I have to go now."

I don't know if it's an illusion, compared to Fang Cai, the current demon dream seems to be even more ...... Spirit.

The eyes containing a firm will swept away the previous haze, as if it was a different person. This appearance is consistent with Yonglin's impression.

"Let's go, then. Come back next time you have time, Youmeng."

"Thanks---then, I'm leaving. Lord Yonglin."

Waving goodbye to the sage, the girl's figure disappeared into the distance of the bamboo forest.

Is she back with her master? Or do you want to do something else?

None of this has anything to do with Yonglin. But she wasn't interested in knowing.

-- She will help those in need, but she is not a good person who cares about everything. Make no mistake about this.

After watching the girl's figure disappear into the distance, Yonglin also took a step forward and continued to move forward.

The short interlude in the walk has come to an end, and now it is about to begin.

…… However, if she can meet Ah Fei during her walk, then she will definitely be very happy.

P.S: Finally finished tomorrow and has morning class, go to bed.