In the moonlight, the two figures were constantly intertwined. The chilling light and the scarlet halo collided incessantly, creating a series of dazzling sparks. Bring the most shocking symphony to the silent night sky.

"Zheng!!"

A crisp sound spread throughout the wilderness, waking up the sleeping animals one after another, and in the distance, with the silence of the crisp sound, there were bursts of wolf howls, as if they were alert to the source of the sound.

Under the bright moonlight, the director-general clenched his hands weakly, showing a state of thrust, and stood in place. Behind her, Dilumudo held the yellow rose in his right hand and the red rose in his left hand, pointing directly at the back of the director's heart. As long as Dilumu exerts a little more force, he can take the life of the general director.

After a long time, the begging light that was still shining and chilling fell from the sky and slammed heavily in front of the director-general, and the smooth sword body reflected the director-general's tangled face at this time.

"How is this ...... Possible! ”

Looking at his empty hands, the head secretary couldn't believe that he had been defeated by Dilumudo so easily. Even the beggar Kiyomitsu, who is the second life of the samurai, was also knocked away by the yellow rose in Dilumudo's hands while his hands were clenched.

"Your heart is in turmoil, Miss Okita. You can't even play half of your strength, and the victory in this battle is simply humiliating for me. ”

Retracting the spear in his hand, Dilumu walked past the director without looking back, and said to her in a reproachful tone before leaving:

"You can't even hold the sword in your hand, what qualifications do you have to protect the master, think about it yourself. I don't want the day when the master dies because of your hesitation. ”

Looking at the back of Dilumu, Okita gradually came back to his senses, and walked towards the place where the begging light fell with heavy steps.

"You can't even hold the sword in your hand, how can you protect your master!"

The moment his index finger touched the hilt of his sword, the Director-General hesitated to stop what he was doing, his mind recalling the words that Dilumudo had said to her.

The heavy reproach was like a sharp sword, completely breaking her last mental defense. The General Division of Death was not afraid, and the moment she became a samurai and stepped into the battlefield, she was already mentally prepared for death. As a samurai, all she fears is that she won't be able to fulfill her vows.

However, today, it was not just the begging of Qingguang who was the second life of the samurai. Along with the downed ones, there is also the desire to protect their own master.

"I'm really a half-hanger, a half-hanger, a half-hanger. Am I still not qualified to follow the master to the end this time? ”

The hand touching the hilt of the sword slowly retracted, and the chief secretary slowly knelt down in front of the beggar Qingguang, and asked the reflection on the sword, the tearful self on his face. In the end, the general secretary who lost control of his emotions hugged the manifested Haori and cried loudly.

"When the iron fist of fate hits the vital point, only the wise and brave can show a distinctive temperament. Your opportunity is coming soon, and I don't know what choice you will make this time. ”

At the same time as the Director-General wept bitterly, Shakespeare, who had disappeared from the Director-General under the pretext of observing mankind in a distant treetop, put down the delicate telescope in his hand and muttered in the direction of the Director-General.

The night is still so quiet and beautiful. The moon was obscured by dark clouds at some point, and only a faint light shimmered, and in the hazy moonlight, a carriage drove slowly down the dark plains.

The Director-General didn't know how long he had been crying, or how he had lifted the heavy weapon. But when she returned to her master's side and looked at her slightly smiling face, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace in her heart.

Silently staring at his master's director, a throbbing suddenly appeared in his heart, and then he reached out and wanted to touch Firena's face.

However, just as her hand was about to touch her master's face, she noticed that Xiao Hei, who was lying on Firena's side, was squinting slightly, staring at her with a playful look.

"Ahh

Seeing the director shrink and withdraw his hand, Xiao Hei stared at her and the sleeping Firena with his golden pupils, scanning the two of them back and forth, as if he had found some interesting toy.

"It's none of your business!"

Unable to stand Xiao Hei's enthusiastic eyes, the general secretary simply couldn't see out of mind and was not bothered, and after tidying up the clothes on his body a little, he sat aside and closed his eyes to recuperate.

"What a lonely little bird, just now crying alone in the distance, I want to go up and comfort you. It's a pity you're not a caster, otherwise I might have really made you a target! ”

However, Xiao Hei clearly does not intend to give up on this newfound interesting toy. Gently stepping over Firena's body, Xiao Hei stroked the face of the chief secretary and said with some pity.

"How would you know!"

slapped Xiao Hei's hairy hand on his face, and the head secretary even took out the begging Qingguang and questioned Xiao Hei.

"Ah, he's an archer anyway. Isn't it normal to have better eyesight? Besides, as far as the fierce fight between you and that uncle is concerned, I'm afraid that few heroic spirits won't be able to hear it! ”

Not caring at all about being slapped by the head office, Xiao Hei stretched his waist lazily, returned to Firena's side and lay down, threw a wink at the head office, and said softly:

"If there's something you can't think of, you can have an in-depth discussion with my intimate sister! So, tell me about your troubles. ”

"No, no comment!"

After speaking, the general secretary quietly withdrew from the carriage in the name of comprehending the sword intent. Then one turned over, jumped on the roof of the carriage again, pulled out the begging light, and listened quietly to the sound of the knife in front of him like a beginner.

"Miss Okita, from the information in your eyes, you can see that your eyes are more hesitant than just now, but at the same time they are more confused. Can you tell me why? ”

From underneath the car, Sanson's voice came leisurely, even though he was only a doctor living in the seventeenth century. But he, accustomed to seeing death, even if it was only for a moment, still observed her confusion from the eyes of the director-general.

"Mr. Charles, do you think we can make us stronger in other ways than to make the master rank up for us?"

After two failed attempts to release the Noble Phantasm, the Director-General realized that this otherworld was not as simple as she had imagined. Coupled with the fact that he is not a powerful heroic spirit, the general secretary who is not willing to lag behind is eager to become stronger, eager to be by his master's side all the time, until she doesn't need herself.

However, as a heroic spirit, she has been nailed to the system by her attributes and skills since she was summoned, and she doesn't know much about the otherworldly power system, and she doesn't know how to enhance her power at all.

After listening to the words of the Director-General, all but Shakespeare appeared, and seriously pondered the problems of the Director-General. Summoned as heroes, they already have a never-say-die heart.

"Perhaps, the academy that the master goes to is not only a place for her to study, but also a place for us to seek to be stronger."

Quietly thinking about the question of the general director, Sang Song raised his head, looked at the hazy moonlight, and said softly.