Time passes, and the search continues.

Natsume, who had never rested, came to the roof of a private house, and the view widened to make it easier to find.

Looking at the sky, it was almost dark, signaling that night was coming.

The number of passers-by who used to do ascetic deeds under the scorching sun has suddenly increased, and they have come out to enjoy the excitement and prosperity of the night.

No longer looking at the pedestrians on the road, Natsume was left alone to reflect on what had happened before.

Not long ago, he contacted Maiya Kuyu, and she said that she was ready to go, so she should be on her way out of Fuyuki City now.

If only everything could go well.

Thinking prayerfully in his heart, Natsume received a call from Maiya Kuyu.

Pressing the answer button, Maiya Kuyu's voice immediately sounded.

"Attacked!"

"What's going on?"

The sound was staccato and staccato, and it was only after the sound of a violent impact that Maiya Kuyu responded to the question here.

"Stopped on the road, yes, it's Rider."

Sting!

The harsh sound of metal grinding suddenly appeared, and Natsume's eardrums were impacted, and he fell into a brief tinnitus.

Attacked by Rider?

If that Rider was a Berserker imitation, then why did you know they were leaving?

Or has it been discovered a long time ago?

As the current administrator of the Templar Church, Yan Feng Qili should be able to monitor the streets through the church to prevent any contestants from escaping with their spirits.

In other words, Jian Tong Yanye has now joined forces with Yan Feng Qili, and in that way, he has obtained the ability to use the spell at will.

Sure enough, the world is correcting its changing future.

Then, Natsume dialed Maiya Kuyu after the call. However, there was no answer for a long time, and it seemed that it was in trouble.

It's too late to rush over now, only hope that Saber can protect those three people, after all, out of the four, only Saber has the strongest combat effectiveness.

Putting the phone back in his arms, Natsume, who was not very reassured, had no choice but to go to that place and wait for the night of the wild goose.

Jumping off the roof, bending and buffering, he immediately ran towards the Templar Church in Fuyuki City.

Try to take shortcuts along the way, and finally after bypassing a two-story building, you will come to a sidewalk.

Street trees are planted nearby. A street lamp was placed every few meters on both sides, which extended to the front of the church.

Natsume walked into the grass beside him, and as he watched, he noticed that there was not a single pedestrian on the road.

After all, the night Mass is strange.

Hiding in the grass, under your feet is a path that has been trodden by other pedestrians, and leads to the exit in a zigzag way.

Keep your head up. The moon overhead was gradually obscured by black clouds, and the sky began to gather dark clouds as if it had been sprinkled with ink.

Footsteps rang out. Natsume slowed down. In the shadow of the moonlight and the streetlights, a man with a somewhat crooked step was walking from the other end of the road towards the church.

Wearing a hat, he took it off on the way, white hair and gray-white left eye, no doubt it was the night of the wild goose.

Natsume also crept in the darkness, and finally stopped by a tree.

There was no grass ahead. If you can't stop yourself, you'll be exposed if you keep going.

His original intention was to come to find Kiriri, yes, but now Natsume doesn't intend to interfere with his story and won't spoil his next misfortune.

Eyes were always on him. Walking to the church, I pushed the door open.

The creaking sound accompanied the opening of the door, and directly in front, in the first row of the church, sat a figure in a red suit.

Hum.

Natsume heard a snort, and the expression on his face should have become atmospheric and hideous.

The unfortunate stage play is about to begin, and the only audience is Natsume.

There is no soundtrack, just each other's heartbeats and the background of language construction.

Seeing the night of the wild goose moving forward, he gritted his teeth on the way, and walked forward quickly and came to the front of that person.

Then, face Natsume's side.

With wide eyes, the night of the wild goose did not understand the situation in front of him.

It's dead.

The blood stains on the clothes, the chest that did not rise and fall, the sound of breathing that disappeared, all this indicated that the man in front of him was dead.

Opening her mouth wide in disbelief, she took a step back.

What's going on? Shouldn't you be killed yourself?!

What is it about being here now as a deceased? Yes?! Huh?!

Sweat oozed from her forehead, and her hideous expression added some shock and fear.

It shouldn't be like this!

That's it! Something must be wrong!

At this time, Makiri, Yanya and Natsume saw the figure standing at the door together.

"Wild goose night?"

"No, no, it's not me!"

Silent, Aoi Tosaka, who came here, covered her mouth with her hands, tears and hatred in her eyes.

"Why?"

"No, it's not, I didn't do it, I ...... too"

Natsume listened to their conversation, and the emotions attached to the words seemed to float into the air.

"Aren't that enough? Took Sakura and killed Shi Chen in front of me, what the hell do you want?! ”

"That's not right! ………… And it's all this man's fault! It's all his fault! If only he hadn't! Sister Aoi and Sakura can live happily, they can, they can be happy! That's what I want! You're all supposed to be happy, aren't you?! ”

"I'm talking about this again, Yanye, you don't understand it at all."

"It's all wrong! Tell me about it! It was wrong from the beginning, all, everything, as long as everything can be fine without him, we can all ......"

"You don't ............!"

Thunder and lightning sounded, and with the instantaneous light as the background, Aoi stood in the doorway and glared at the wild goose.

There was another thunderclap, and raindrops fell from the sky.

Along with the raindrops, there are also words that come out of Aoi's mouth.

"You're rooted! No one has ever loved! Why can you say those words? You don't fall in love with someone else........."

Rain and thunder drowned out Aoi's voice, but Goya could hear it clearly, and Natsume knew what it was.

The downpour began to fall.

The raindrops that hit everywhere produced a ticking sound that formed a sonata that echoed in the night.

In the church, the people who looked at Aoi in fear lowered their hands, and their bodies were spasmed.

He sprang into action and threw himself forward.

In the night rain, there, a man turned into a demon......

This unfortunate stage play is about to end in front of Natsume's eyes. (To be continued......)