"Poof! Poof! Poof! ”

The sound of a violent heartbeat gradually subsided.

Divine consciousness, like a tide, quickly retreated into Kazama Shoyu's body as if it had been hollowed out.

Gasping for breath, the story of the boy still going on in his ears.

"It's just that what I didn't expect is that among the ancient eight clans that once made a covenant with each other, several families who survived like us also reneged on the covenant, trying to remove us from the ancient eight clans, and divide up the huge resources we have accumulated over generations, fortunately, the royal family has always protected us, so they don't dare to do anything too much on the surface."

The voice is long, like nostalgia, and like helplessness, just like Kazama's current mood.

Why?

Why is there such a cruel thing in the world, wearing safety pants or something under a short skirt is simply an unforgivable sin!

In this world, except for the super electromagnetic cannon of a certain science who likes to electrocute a school girl with a single look, who else will wear safety pants under a short skirt!

Kazama Hiroha's eyes were red, and he looked grief-stricken.

When the teenager on the opposite side saw the audience's expression in such a play, he was immediately moved to speed up the progress of the story, so as to enter the climax of the story earlier.

"Until...... In the summer of three years ago, there were some small disputes between the Terrans, Elves, and Demon Clans on the territorial border, and His Majesty personally went to meet with the Demon King and the Elf King in order to mediate, and left the royal city overnight......"

The boy lowered his head slightly, so that his expression could not be seen.

"That night was a nightmare for the family, and countless black-clad and masked murderers broke into our family's territory. Flames burned on the bones, tears mixed with blood flowed in the pouring rain, the sound of mechanical firefights, weapons clashing, and magic bursting, mixed with screams hitting my eardrums. ”

Somehow, Kazama, who was angry just now because of the fact that he was wearing safety pants in his short skirt, suddenly quieted down, and a faint sadness appeared in his heart.

The husband is not guilty, he is guilty, a family that is in decline but still has a lot of resources, the wall is pushed by everyone, it is the common sense of the world, and it should be hated, except for those hungry wolf-like greedy human skin beasts, in fact, there is also its own weakness. In the final analysis, this world, no matter what the laws, is based on absolute power.

Kazama pursed his lips, suddenly closed his eyes, and slowly stretched out his divine consciousness to the hands behind him, where there were soft ribbons that bound his hands tightly.

Trying to control the invisible hand, Kazama's ears were not idle, and he still had a trace of consciousness to listen to the sad story.

Then, I heard the terrible screams of my cousin, who had just turned three years old the other day, hiding alone in the soft puppet that my grandfather had left for me, and finally my cousin stopped screaming, and then I saw someone walk in with a doll-like object and shake it in front of my eyes. He didn't notice me and quickly walked to the door. ”

Kazama let out a long sigh of relief, and the nerves that had been tense suddenly relaxed, and he controlled his divine consciousness more lightly and naturally to fiddle with the ribbon that bound him.

"But ......"

The young man's head lowered slightly, and suddenly raised again, his pupils contracted slightly, as if even now, he could still feel the original fear.

"At the moment when he was about to walk out of the door, a lightning bolt lit up, illuminating the originally dim room, and at that time, I saw that half of his body had been torn off like a doll, and blood and fragments mixed with internal organs kept falling, and I couldn't help but feel like vomiting, and I couldn't help but look at the only half of his face, and there was a voice in my heart that kept pleading."

Kazama's erector hair muscles suddenly contracted unconsciously and suddenly, and his consciousness trembled violently, along with the ribbon that was violently pulled.

"But I still saw that only half of the little face that had been distorted, and the innocent eyes were wide open with fear, as if they were staring straight at me, asking me why I didn't save her, asking why I was still alive."

Suddenly, there was a soft sobbing sound from beside him, and even with his eyes closed, Kazama could feel the sadness that transcended space and time.

"I couldn't answer her, I didn't know how to answer, I could only shout and shout desperately, and the sour and bitter liquid gushed up, and I vomited out, and I was also spit out of my body by my puppet, and I knelt on the ground ugly, and kept vomiting. The man turned around, and he found me, like a corpse. ”

The boy's sobbing stopped, and then chuckled with a crying voice.

He stepped lightly on the floor, half of his doll-like body was thrown out, and the scythe of death appeared before me. Then, disappear. The man quickly stepped back, looking at me unharmed, and at the girl who appeared next to me, no, perhaps I should say, an angel. The angel with the umbrella covered her face, but I knew who she was—our princess, the angel who represented perfection. ”

Kazama Yangyu slowly opened his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him, the other party's eyes were full of tears, looking far away, but there was a happy smile on his face.

Finally, with a long sigh of relief, Kazama struggled lightly with his hands—it seemed, nearing the tipping point of the breakthrough.

The man recognized the angel as well, turned and fled. She didn't chase and then I saw her face and that was the first time I saw that she wasn't smiling. I was taken back by her men, and I was alone, and everyone else was all that night, and disappeared into the rain with the glory that our family had inherited for so many years. ”

The boy's choking stopped, and he just stretched out his hand and wiped his tear-stained face with his sleeve indiscriminately, like a big cat washing his face.

"I vomited the whole time, until there was nothing left, but I still retched, as if I was going to vomit my whole heart, until I saw her again, and was allowed to follow her, all the way to the Garden of Eden."

Kazama listened quietly, making the expression that the most qualified audience should make, but the boy didn't realize that this seemingly super serious listener was quietly brewing a surprise.

"But I understand that I don't have the qualifications at all, I don't know anything, and even the puppet technique that I was barely able to do has been lowered from the original C rank to the E rank, if it weren't for my clever puppet that my grandfather used to use, maybe I wouldn't even have the qualifications to stand by her side."

The boy raised his head, this was the highest time he raised his head after Kazama Yangyu saw the other party, but he didn't look at Kazama Yangyu, in his eyes, there was no sadness, instead, there was a happy smile, shining with tears.

At that moment, Kazama Hiroha also smiled, the same happy smile, the same shining tears.

There was a small sound between his hands, followed by a long-lost sense of freedom.

"Po~"

The voice was so small, so subtle, that it was drowned in the young man's emotional words.

"But she never disliked me, she always treated me very well, just like her own brother, occasionally someone bullied me, she would appear behind me, as if she would always be there."

The boy smiled contentedly and lowered his head again.

Taking advantage of this gap, Kazama quickly and carefully untied the ribbon tied to his feet.

"But the more she did that, the more I felt useless. I've always wanted to protect her, I want to be her guardian knight, but I can't even protect myself, how can I protect her, and besides, there has never been a shortage of people around her to protect her, and my existence is simply dispensable. She has become the whole of my life, and I am not a guest of her life......"

The boy's head was still down, and he paused, then breathed a sigh of relief as if satisfied.

"Thank you for listening to me, in the future, it may be difficult for us to have the opportunity to meet, so let's just think of it as a story."

"Ahhh

Tearing the tape from his lips fiercely, a figure stretched his waist and slowly stood up.

"So, you spent most of the day telling me about the tragic end of your family, just to tell me that you want to chase a girl, and then you don't dare to chase because you don't think you're rich and handsome?"

The boy raised his head suddenly, and he looked like he was stunned, and it was no longer enough to describe the wonderful expression of surprise, sluggishness, stunnedness, and shame.

"You ......"

"What's wrong with me?"

Kazama tilted his head and gently pulled off the ribbon that was still wrapped around his wrist, then shook his foot and shook it off.

"Then again, you treat us like ...... Prisoner, it's still good, after all, it feels good to tie your wrist with a ribbon, but if you change it to hemp rope or even handcuffs, it not only hurts to tighten it, but it's not easy to come out. ”

Kazama straightened up and looked carefully, there should be nothing missing from his body, but instead, there were two more things - a transparent destiny stone that looked like it had been flattened and attached to his left chest, and a dark and delicate bracelet.

"You, how did you get out!"

The boy finally came back to his senses, changed his previous listless appearance, and made a posture as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Me?"

Kazama tilted his head, smiled and stretched out a finger, and then, slowly, gently, tapped it against the glass wall in front of him.

"That's how it came out."

"Boom! Touch! ”

Without warning, the glass wall, which was more than a man high, collapsed and fell to the ground, turning into starlight debris and splashing out.

"You are the ...... mind"

The boy opened his mouth in disbelief and spat out a few words, and then choked, or rather, was drowned.

A, a bigger, crazier, more gorgeous, destructive feast, played out before his eyes.

Dozens of cylindrical glass cylinders, without warning, almost at the same moment, shattered, and fine cracks quickly covered the entire glass wall, and then, with a crisp popping sound, suddenly collapsed.

The lights flickered on and off, as if they were specially prepared for them, and countless pieces of glass smashed to the ground like a waterfall, turning into a burst of falling starlight; The crisp cracking sounds intertwined with each other, rushing, just to play the most gorgeous music in that moment.

"Yes, Mind Master."

The starlight falls, and the movement stops abruptly.

Kazama slowly stepped out of the cylindrical container with only the frame left, raised his head at a forty-five degree elevation angle, and looked at the only exit that shone brightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

"It wasn't, but now it is."