Death.

The final destination of all of them.

Merely......

Is it really all? Is the end of it all really death? What is death? Will there be an end to death? What is the end of death?

Don't understand.

What Qingming can understand is that one day, he will also die.

Every moment, we are moving towards death.

"Now, witch, does immortality really exist?"

"It doesn't exist."

"Does immortality exist?"

"It doesn't exist."

"Oh? Why doesn't it exist? ”

"If they exist, where are the immortal, the immortal, or God?"

"Yes."

Qingming looked at the street in the distance, which was gradually quieting down because of the departure of the strange thief Kidd.

It was so lively just now.

I don't know why these people are so after Kidd the Monster Thief, because Kidd the Monster Thief has done what they can't do? Or do these people also want to do something against the rules?

It's obviously doing something that disturbs people's quietness, and there are really a lot of people who support it.

Maybe people are selfish.

Just thinking about being in the limelight, not thinking about the impact or other people's feelings, is like some bad people who like to drive a roaring locomotive outside in the middle of the night.

It's disgusting.

That's not the point, though.

No matter how lively it is, there will still be a time when the song is over, and the excitement will become deserted, just like this bright galaxy, which will one day become bleak.

I won't be able to see any starlight tonight.

Everything will eventually die.

"Ah, there is really no future for the future!"

Qingming straightened up, yawned, stretched, and told a certain truth.

Shaking his head again.

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon, witch, if there is nothing else, I will go first, go back and do something happy."

If you don't do something happy, if you're always gloomy and deep, sooner or later, you'll commit suicide.

Just like that one.

Who's that?

Well, it doesn't matter, just substitute one person, such as Kobayashi-kun.

In short, Qingming left first.

The witch was left alone in the rain, looking into the distance.

……

Manor.

It was about eleven o'clock.

Qingming came back here, the rain was still falling, not heavy, sitting in the hall, I couldn't hear the sound of rain outside.

This makes Qingming feel a bit of a pity.

"Maybe we should make this rain a little heavier so it's more fun."

He thought so.

But it's just a matter of thinking.

Many things, just think about it, there is no need to put it into action, and more things cannot be put into action, people are not as free as they imagined.

There is always some morality, law, and so on that restricts it.

"Master."

The twin maids haven't rested yet.

Qingming didn't plan to let them rest for the time being, so he directly commanded.

"Prepare me something to eat."

Eating is also a kind of enjoyment, and only when you are full can you have extra energy to think about other things.

For example, love, ideals, and the like.

Matter is the foundation of everything, and talking about everything else apart from matter is extremely empty.

"Yes!"

The twin maids answered, and turned to prepare.

Akane has rested.

But Gray Plains Mourning is not yet.

When Qingming was sitting on the sofa, tasting the hot tea she had just brewed, she also walked in through the back door, looking like she was still doing some experiments just now.

glanced at Qingming.

I didn't say anything, and was about to take a bath or rest, but Qingming suddenly spoke.

"Come here."

It's just a sentence, like an order.

It's annoying.

But Gray Yuan Wai could only sigh lightly, obediently walked over, and sat down beside Qingming.

She couldn't resist Qingming.

People can't always get true freedom.

Just like her, although she left the organization, she only ended up going from one cage to another.

A cage that looks larger and feels more comfortable.

"Do what?"

She asked.

Now, she has been able to face Qingming very calmly, no matter what Qingming wants to do, maybe she won't have too many mood swings.

So habit is a terrible thing.

"What to do? I'm going to say do...... Would you do it if you loved? ”

“……”

"Just kidding, I still understand what you can and can't do."

Qingming shook his head.

Although I understand, many times, I just can't help but do it, and I can only say that I can't control myself.

"Come and have a drink with me."

"Tea?"

"You can drink?"

“……”

Ash Yuan did not speak.

I just went and got a cup and poured myself a cup of hot tea to show my attitude.

Qingming did not speak.

It's not that he wants to talk to anyone, he just doesn't want to be alone, so he needs to have someone by his side, whoever it is, no special meaning.

This is a good thing for Gray Plains, at least it won't be done strangely.

……

Morning.

After eating supper and taking a bath, Qingming returned to his room.

Gray Plains has gone to rest.

Nami Shimogasa is cleaning up, and Minaha is bringing hot tea and snacks to Qingming's room.

I saw Qingming who had just finished taking a shower, and his hair was still wet.

So he took a dry towel, walked behind Qingming, who was sitting at the table, and helped him wipe his hair.

Qingming is playing a game.

The so-called "do something happy" is nothing more than that.

What else can I do?

It's just a game to play, but with a lot of benefits, scenes that make people blush, and sounds that make people blush and heartbeat, so that Minaha Shimogasa, who helped him wipe his hair, is flushed.

Qingming seems to have noticed this.

"Minaho."

"Yes."

"Shy?"

"Huh?"

"Yes, after all, I haven't experienced it, and shyness is a matter of course, unlike those old drivers, you are still just an innocent little girl, and you must be looking forward to your own Prince Charming."

"I ...... No. ”

Minaho Shimogasa shook her head.

Maybe there is, but I don't know if I dare not admit it, or I don't want to admit it.

Or maybe not.

Then, perhaps with a bit of rebellious psychology, he directly asked rhetorically.

"Where's the master?"

"Huh?"

"Doesn't the master look forward to his own princess?"

“……”

Expect? Not looking forward to it?

Qingming himself is not very clear, although he has always wanted to deduce that thing, but now he has given up, and he has the idea of everything to follow.

But Minaha asked this, which made him hesitate a little.

"Princess ......"

"Yes, master, aren't you going to find us a hostess?"

"Find a hostess......"

Qingming pauses the game for a while.

Turning his head, he looked at Minaho Shimogasa, who was standing behind him.

Long.

Throw the mouse.,Stand up directly.,Get out of your seat.,When Minaha Shimogasa was wondering.,Suddenly picked her up.,Throw it on the bed.,The whole person pressed straight on.。

Minaho Shimogasa was taken aback.

Without waiting for her to say anything, Qingming, who had his hands on either side, leaned down and looked at her.

"Aren't you going to be your own hostess?"

“…… Yes? ”

Minaha Shimogasa was stunned for a moment, and didn't seem to react.

Qingming was smiling.

"If you want, just nod or respond, and from tomorrow you will be the mistress of the manor, wealth, status, and even power, as long as you want, I can let you have it."

As he said this, his head was already in Minaha Shimogasa's ear, and his voice was low, but it was like a demon's whisper.

"How? Want to either? ”

"I don't want to!"

No hesitation, direct denial.

That's not what she wants.