Every action has a meaning, some might say.

Eating to live, drinking water to prevent death, killing to keep yourself alive, no matter how simple or cruel, there is a reason.

All things cannot be justified when they are lost.

What are you fighting for? What do you survive for? What are you crying for? All of this needs to be justified.

If you lose that reason? How should human beings living in this irrational world deal with it?

It's good to create your own reasons.

That's what Natsume thinks.

He doesn't have any reason before doing a lot of things, so as long as he finds a corresponding and understandable reason on the way forward.

You don't need others to give you recognition, you don't need others to encourage you from behind, you can also create reasons and conditions to move forward.

For this, keep struggling.

In this tiresome world; In this unfortunate world.

He knocked on the door.

At the same time, their own reasons were determined.

Can you excuse me?

Natsume, who had changed into clean clothes on the way and wiped all the blood stains, stood in front of the Maki Mansion and knocked on the door with his hand.

The thumping sound was loud in this empty street.

After the third knock on the door, Natsume sensed someone approaching inside.

Click.

The door opened, and it was a servant who looked young, who lifted it to look at Natsume. He looked puzzled.

For this stranger who has never met before. He was vigilant. Always be ready to notify others in the yard.

Seeing that he was being hostile all of a sudden, Natsume coughed with his right hand that clenched his fist near his mouth, took out a business card from his arms and handed it to the other party.

"Ah, it's someone from the Magic Association, but didn't you just leave?"

"There's something important that needs to be told to you right away."

"Boss?"

Ah, it's Lord Dirty Inkstone.

The servant only reacted now, and he immediately opened the door and welcomed Natsume in.

The layout of the interior looks a little empty, and servants can be seen passing by the corridor from time to time. But they all bowed their heads and didn't say a word.

A lifeless atmosphere had taken over the space, and when Natsume, who was following the manservant forward, stopped, he saw the quaint hall at the end of the road.

The servant asked him to wait inside, and Natsume had to sit on a chair and wait.

Natsume began to plan his next move.

If you want to give the things in your arms to Sakura, you need a chance to be alone, and Natsume must find a way to create it.

Although this gift can be handed over later, if you continue to wait, even if Natsume hands it over to Sakura Makiri, she won't be able to tell Maki Yanya.

Because at that time, I'm afraid that Tong Yanye had already died in someone's hands.

The tragic man wants to save the unfortunate girl. This combination is somewhat ironic.

Sitting in the seat, Natsume, who was a little impatient, was picking up the tea brought by the maid at the same time. Slow footsteps sounded behind him.

The thin old man looked at Natsume, and the light in his eye sockets made Natsume a little uncomfortable.

It's a lot more troublesome to deal with the old people than with the young people.

The opponent is much better than himself in terms of combat experience and life experience, and his non-combat behavior is definitely at a disadvantage.

At the same time, Natsume did not want to resort to force.

But once he had to, Natsume didn't think he would lose to this old man.

Origin bullets, the Great Sin Armament, the 'foresight' of the future, Natsume knows everything about the enemy, and that's his advantage.

Bypassing Natsume, Makiri's inkstone retracted his gaze and turned to the teacup.

"Who are you?"

"The people of the Magic Association are also ......"

Natsume said without the slightest timidity looking at the dirty inkstone

"It's your son, a friend of the night."

"Friends?"

Are you kidding the old man?

The face of the laughing Kiriki Dirty Inkstone was full of furrows and wrinkles, and he put away his smile the next moment after tasting the tea.

"I don't know about that guy in the wild goose night? He's going to have friends, don't be kidding, you're his enemy, right? ”

"Isn't your best enemy a friend?"

"Interesting, interesting, I boldly admitted it in front of the old man, then, as a member of the Magic Association and a friend of Yanye, why did you come here?"

"There's a request."

Oh?

The expression of the dirty inkstone immediately changed, as if he had found some terrible prey.

Reflexively feeling dangerous, Natsume's hand leaned into the position of the weapon.

"Tell me about your request."

"I want to meet Sakura Makiri, who has transitioned here."

"It seems that that kid told you about this too, and you are his worst enemy."

"Yes, and at the same time best friends, we drink and play ball together."

"What a stupid thing."

Dirty inkstone interrupted Natsume's words a little funny, got up and pointed to the road inside the room

"Come with me, I'll show you something, and by the way, tell Yanye about her current situation, and let him work hard."

Natsume nodded, got up and followed the Kiriyama inkstone.

As he walked, Natsume, who was observing the terrain, heard the sound of the inkstone coming from the Kiriri.

"For the first three days, I could cry and scream from time to time, but by the fourth day I couldn't even make a sound. I put her in the worm warehouse this morning.,I just wanted to see how long she could stay.,I didn't expect to be ravaged by insects for a long time.,Now there's still gas.,It seems that the material of the Tosaka family is really lovely.,Well~ It's just the beginning.,There's something more interesting behind.。 ”

"Tick worms?"

This sentence made the dirty inkstone in front of him pause slightly, and he carried his hands behind his back to speed up, and Natsume's question was not answered.

Already know so much?

The dirty inkstone squinted in front of him with his old yellow eyes, and his mouth was broken and he was reading something.

Passing through the hall, through the small cloister of the room, to a stone staircase that leads to the basement.

"The kid is down there, but I can't hear the screams now."

The inkstone guided Natsume on, and when he pushed the door open, there was a gasp in the murky air.

The insects kept wriggling in the pool below, and the sticky liquid of the insect body was mixed with the girl's body fluids, and the insects crawled all over the body, and the Kirizakuri Sakura stayed at the edge of the pool.

The purple pupils had lost focus, and they didn't care about the two people who entered the room.

Naked, only the heaving of her chest showed that she was still alive.

"How?"

Dirty inkstone asked Natsume.

"Really."

Is.

Walking up the stairs to the side of the pool, Natsume smiled as she stared at the girl with tears and spit crawling all over her cheeks.

"It's so cute that it makes you want to kill, you say yes, old man." (To be continued......)