In the silence, Colt froze.

He stared blankly at the sword in front of him, as if stunned, his lips pursed, and he couldn't speak.

Soon, in his chaotic eyes, the ruthlessness reignited like a flame.

He gritted his teeth, reached out and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, and drew his sword!

Few people know that, apart from music theory, his martial arts are unrivaled in the Rock Iron Academy. Even the black musician was in a hurry to give the head in his hands.

"You'll regret it, Ye Qingxuan. ”

His eyes were blood-red: "Definitely!"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him and didn't speak, just let Colt bow down, and the blade of the sword was aimed at his throat, killing him.

But in the next moment, Colt's face changed.

His body shook violently, the hilt of his sword fell to the ground, all his strength was drained, and he couldn't move!

Colt looked at Ye Qingxuan blankly, not knowing why, until he found the hint planted on the hilt of the sword, he suddenly realized and roared madly:

"Ye Qingxuan!!"

"Teasing you, you take it seriously. ”

Ye Qingxuan shook his head slowly, stepped forward, and pulled his hair. In desperation, Colt tried to crawl back, but his hair was pulled up, and he was pulled towards the gates of the Holy City.

One step, one step.

It's like being dragged to Hades.

He scratched the ground with frantic force, scratching blood marks on the ground with both hands, and cracking his nails, but his body was still dragged into the city gate inch by inch.

It was only at this time that Ye Qingxuan stopped and let go of his hand.

"I have obeyed the promise and brought you back to the Holy City. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked down at Colt and said softly: "Then, what happens next has nothing to do with the agreement." ”

He reached out and took a slender silver nail from the bag at the back of his waist.

The silver spikes reflected the glow of the scorching sun, stinging Colt's eyes.

He reached out, grabbed Colt's wrist, and gestured.

In a trance, Colt understood what he was trying to do, and roared sharply:

"Ye Qingxuan, you dare!"

In the next moment, the roar turned into a scream.

The silver nail pierced through the palm of his hand and nailed him to the city gate, and he screamed and struggled, but he was powerless to resist.

The sharp pain that pierced the bone marrow made him convulse, and it also lifted his spirits, and he struggled to make a sound:

"Ye Qingxuan, you won! I admit defeat, let's stop here, I beg you. ”

He gave up all his dignity, ignoring the stunned gaze of the people in the distance, and wanted to kneel down in front of Ye Qingxuan: "What can you gain by killing me? Think about it, Ye Qingxuan! You don't deserve to pay such a big sacrifice for a villain like me, right?"

You have so much more meaningful things to do!

You've proven what you're capable of, haven't ......you? I can give you the papal canonization!

Ye Qingxuan's movements paused, looking down at him.

Seeing Ye Qingxuan's reaction, his eyes lit up, and he was ecstatic: "Lighthouse! There is also a lighthouse! I can give you the authority of the lighthouse! Among them is the deep music theory of the Secret Keeper School, all the secrets! Think about it, how many generations of musicians are the wisdom! How many people dream of the treasure! Don't you want to know?"

He stepped forward on his knees, and despite the laceration of the wound in his palm, he bowed his head, wanting to kiss his boots, and looked up with supplication:

"There is also a way to advance to the realm of omniscience, and even the secret of creating legends and advanced scepters! These are all yours, Ye Qingxuan, as long as you nod!"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him with an indifferent expression. It's like watching a crappy clown, what a delightful show, but he can't laugh.

Seeing the coldness in Ye Qingxuan's expression, Colt's heart sank to the bottom, and he pleaded in a trembling voice:

"Stop! Ye Qingxuan! I beg you, okay?

Even if it were the end of the day, no one would say anything to you!

You haven't done enough for that inexplicable little girl, and if you stop now, all the praise will be yours, and I, a despicable little man, will live in the gloom for the rest of my life, bringing out your light and greatness.

I can swear to Dayuan that I will be loyal to you for the rest of my life. Aren't you a forbidden musician? We can sign a contract! I still have in my hand the music of judgment that the Congregation of the Faith has kept secret since the time of the Inquisition! and...... Ah!!!h

His other hand was lifted, pierced, and nailed to the city gate.

Colt convulsed in pain, like a fish falling into a salt urn, crying bitterly, screaming frantically: "Are you crazy! Ye Qingxuan, weren't you raised by a priest!"

God loves the world, you are a good man, why should you be clinging and hateful? Everything I say is true, there is absolutely no lie......"

"I know. ”

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and interrupted him: "What you said is true, I can hear it." But it has nothing to do with you dying. ”

Colt was stunned.

Ye Qingxuan reached out and lifted his hair, pulled him off the ground, and lifted him to the level of himself despite the painful screams of pain when his wound was torn.

"I owe a thank you, Mr. Colt. ”

He stared into Colt's eyes and said word by word: "You have fully made me realize my weakness, my incompetence, my innocence.

You do a better job than anyone else, impeccable.

Therefore...... You must die. ”

There seemed to be a pouring rain in those dark pupils, reflecting the scene of hell, and Colt stared blankly into his eyes, trembling with fear, his lips pursed.

In a trance, he finally saw where he belonged, the road to hell.

So he laughed, maniacally, with a twisted smile.

"Then enjoy, your fruit of revenge. ”

He whispered in Ye Qingxuan's ear and giggled: "It's a pity, no matter what you do, that little girl is already dead and can't come back...... Hahahahaha!

I should have understood that you were a, a freak, a deformity, and an unreasonable child from the start. Go crazy, poor worm!"

He opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of blood-colored saliva, but he couldn't spit it out, hanging from the corner of his mouth, so ugly.

"It's ugly, Colt, it's ugly. ”

Ye Qingxuan's expression was still indifferent, as if he hadn't heard anything, but he just reached out and took out a handkerchief from his arms and helped him wipe away the blood-colored saliva, his movements were so gentle.

But Colt felt that something terrible was touching him, and he wanted to cry in fear.

"You're a hero, Colt, and you're going to be fearless until you die. ”

Ye Qingxuan said lightly: "Seeing you like this, those dead priests of the Faith and Doctrine Department will also be sad, right? Besides, only now do you want to die quickly...... It's too late. ”

Colt froze and couldn't move, only to feel the biting coldness spread from his limbs.

In the distance, the sound of iron armor could be heard, it was the Knights Templar finally being dispatched, and the iron whale roared out of the sky.

"Don't worry. ”

Ye Qingxuan opened a small iron box, revealing a cold glass needle tube and metal needle, as well as a small bottle filled with ice-blue liquid.

He skillfully assembled the syringe and pumped the ice-blue liquid into the needle and aimed it at Colt's carotid artery, the tip of which was cold as hell.

In that moment, he heard a hoarse murmur from Hades.

"--Before you die, you have to pay for what you have done!"

At the same time, the Ministry of the Faith.

"Ye Qingxuan!!"

The archbishop on the hospital bed choked violently and roared hoarsely: "Is Anglo crazy?!"

Someone walked into the room quickly, his face pale: "Archbishop, Anglo sent an urgent report half an hour ago, Ye Qingxuan announced that he had given up the holding of the sword in the stone, and after that, he had nothing to do with Anglo. ”

"Where's the Silence Mechanism?!"

He stared at the surveillance in the ether orb and roared, "Six masters of the Ministry of Faith and Doctrine are dead!Why didn't the Nibelungen react or report anything?Why didn't the garrison of the Holy City dispatch!"

"Silent Mechanism...... No response. ”

The subordinate looked embarrassed: "The Nibelungen and the garrison corps also did not react, I don't know why. ”

The archbishop suddenly pulled his subordinates over, breathed with the stench of medicine, and his green eyes widened like ghost fire: "Then go to the Pope's Hall!"

He let go of his hand suddenly, choked violently, and spat out scarlet blood from his mouth: "Immediately mobilize the alarm of the Holy City, immediately!"

"My lord, without an order signed by the Pope's Chamber, we ......"

"I say immediately!"

The archbishop roared: "Don't you understand that there is a hurry to obey the power?! If Colt dies outside the gates of the Holy City, the Congregation of the Faith will forever be a laughing stock!"

On the hospital bed where the order was issued, the archbishop's expression was still gloomy, and soon, he made up his mind and made a hoarse voice: "Someone, change my clothes." ”

The subordinate wanted to say something, but when he saw those eyes, he wisely shut up and did not speak.

The servant wiped his body with a hot towel, and the medicine delivery pipes were pulled out one by one, and he gradually weakened, but the aura emanating from his body became more and more fierce.

In the end, the servants dressed him in blood-red robes, trimmed with lapis and gold, majestic and solemn.

Outside the door, the Hammer of the Witches was assembled, and the priests possessed themselves and fell to their knees.

"Archbishop Michelle, how should we behave?"

"Since Ye Qingxuan killed Colt, then we will let him pay for it with blood!"

The old man said in a cold voice, clenching his ivory cane: "Let them continue to be silent in the Pope's Hall, anyway, our crown will definitely continue to sit on his throne and act as an ornament."

Silent Mechanism...... They've been hoping that someone will sweep us old and immortal things out of the garbage, right?

However, I hope you will remember that the Congregation of the Faith will never fall, and Will's death will never be meaningless!

Even if I pay the price for what I have done today, or even die, the fateful 'Eastern Crusade' must not be put to an end because of this!

All the witches' hammers drew their swords, pressed them close to the center of their eyebrows, saluted with their swords, and responded in a solemn voice:

"-- Swear to destroy the evil spirits!"

"Good. ”

Michelle bowed his head with satisfaction: "Come with me, let those people see the backbone of the Ministry of Faith and Reason!"

He pushed the door open.

Outside the door, the messenger rushed to him, gasping and kneeling in front of him: "My lord, Ye Qingxuan has stopped! He didn't kill Lord Colt!"

Michelle was stunned, her face turned red, and the determination she had just made turned into an iron smell for some reason, almost coughing out of her lungs.

"What's going on?"

He gritted his teeth: "He was stopped?"

"Not really!"

The messenger stammered, "After he had taken Master Colt hostage, he stayed at the gates and did not leave...... He—He even deliberately set off the alarm in the Holy City!

Now that the lords of all sides have rushed there, and the envoys of the nations have been alarmed, they are now ......"

"Let's go!"

Without waiting for him to finish, Michelle instinctively sensed a thick sense of wrongness, and he propped up his crutches and walked briskly in the direction of the city gate.

By the time his carriage felt it, it was too late.

Even if the civilians had been isolated, it was still crowded, and even with the escort of the guards, the carriage had to drive into the quarantine area with great difficulty.

When he stepped out of the carriage, he saw the people around him who were covered by heavy soldiers, and his heart became colder and colder.

Just by glancing at the colors and ornaments of the robes, one can discern the people who come from an unknown number of departments—the Papal Chamber, the House of the Holy Pardons, the Court of the Holy Theory, the Trinity College, the Congregation of the Sacraments, the Congregation of the Evangelies, the Congregation of the Congregation, the Temple of the Holy Spirit......

Even the musicians from the embassies of various countries arrived.

And in the midst of the heavy surrounding, under the city gate, Ye Qingxuan leaned obliquely on the city wall, as if he was basking in the sun.

In his hands, the pipe was already half smoked.

The ethereal smoke spread all around, faintly faint, as if there was a ghostly procession. In the smoke, Colt was nailed to the city gates, his head bowed sluggishly, saliva running from the corners of his mouth.

No matter how much people outside shouted, he never responded.

The commander on the scene is an unlucky ghost who was pushed out by the unknown department to carry the pot, and there is no way to encounter this kind of thing, on the one hand, Anglo's upstart, and on the other hand, the hero who has become famous...... Although neither side has died until now, he himself is full of suicidal impulses.

When he heard that Michelle was coming, he rushed all the way and saluted: "My lord, the prisoner has kidnapped Mr. Colt, the priest of your ministry, and he is still resisting the arrest of the Holy City. ”

He paused and whispered, "Look, do you want us to organize a team to raid in, protect Lord Colt first, and then ......"

"No need!"

Michelle's voice was hoarse, and the palm of the crutch collapsed: "Kill on the spot!"

Don't worry about Colt, the Ministry of Faith will never bow to the criminal, no matter what price the other party offers, I will not agree!"

The commander was stunned, his expression was embarrassed, and he wanted to die: "Are you serious?"

In the oblique moment, a deep voice came.

"Since the prisoner is so risky and hostage-taking, let's see what he wants to do. The man dressed as a musician interjected: "Any priest is a precious asset of the Holy City and cannot be sacrificed lightly. ”

The commander looked at him stunned: "You are?"

"Silent Mechanism. ”

The musician said lightly: "Killing at every turn is really hurtful to the heavens." If it really doesn't work, even though it is a basket stabbed by the Ministry of Faith and Reason, our silent agency is also willing to act. ”

Michelle turned her head abruptly and glared at him, her eyes cracking.

At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded from under the city gate.

"Looks like everyone is almost here, right?"

Ye Qingxuan took off the pipe at the corner of his mouth and made a sound: "I'm sorry, I caused such a big disaster and caused a lot of trouble to all of you." ”

He was apologizing, but his voice was unapologetic.

The hoarse voice resounded in everyone's ears with the blessing of the music.

Outside the isolated area in the distance, the crowd of people who watched the excitement was passing on the news whether it was true or false, and they were hustle, and when they heard Ye Qingxuan's voice at this moment, they crowded to the front one by one, looking forward to it.

The reporters who rushed to the scene worked hard one by one, tore off the note and handed it to the assistant, who ran back and forth to the news agency to report the situation, sweating profusely and prostrating from exhaustion.

But Ye Qingxuan's voice did not pause, slowly and calmly, resounding in their ears word by word, so that they didn't have time to record.

"As you know, I am Ye Qingxuan, one of the participants in the Romulus War, a stateless musician.

He was also a suspect in orchestrating multiple attacks against Mr. Colt...... No, the offender. This is a sin I have committed, and I confess and am willing to take responsibility for it. ”

Under the city gate, Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and raised his voice: "I came here today, I don't intend to attack the Holy City, and I don't want to interfere with your peaceful life, it's just ...... There are just a few questions I would like to ask Mr. Colt in public.

Right now, right here. ”

He threw several shiny silver coins, which fell from his fingertips and tumbled in all directions. There is a movement applied on it, and it is shining.

It was an introductory movement to the School of Revelation that all musicians had learned, and the effect was very simple......

Detect lies.

Seeing this, Michelle finally understood what he wanted to do, and roared angrily: "Ye Qingxuan! You will pay for everything you have done!"

Someone! What are you waiting for! Take down this damned sinner!"

But the musician of the silent mechanism stopped him, blocked in front of him, and even faintly exuded music theory fluctuations. He stared into Michelle's turquoise eyes and asked softly:

"Why don't you listen to what he has to say? To be honest, I'm curious ......."

Under the city gate, Ye Qingxuan seemed to be aware of his roar, but just shook his head and smiled, but did not respond.

He just turned around, looked up, and stared at Colt who had been nailed to the city gate.

In the muddy, Colt seemed to be swallowed up by the dark rain, shivering, muttering something vague, and constantly struggling, as if dodging the palms of those hands from hell.

He has already lost his soul under the illusion potion, and he has no resistance.

"Your name. ”

Ye Qingxuan said coldly: "Tell everyone who you are." ”

"Colt. ”

At the city gate, Colt stared at him blankly: "Colt Durand." I...... I am a hero, I am a saint of the future, I am ......"

Ye Qingxuan interrupted him and asked in a solemn voice: "Colt, in Auschwitz, why did you join the Black Music Master?

"It's not. ”

Colt's answer caused an uproar in the crowd, and exclamations were everywhere.

Since the end of the Romulus War, Colt's exploits have spread throughout the country under the vigorous promotion of the Congregation of the Faith. But now, the deeds that everyone is familiar with have been overturned by the parties themselves!

"Then why?" Ye Qingxuan looked at him coldly.

"I thought it was over...... Everyone is going to die, the black musician is too strong, and there is even the head of the Demise Praise who personally took action. ”

Colt replied sluggishly: "If I don't become a black musician, my life will not be guaranteed." ”

Ye Qingxuan bowed his head and asked again: "Then why did you betray the black musician later?"

"I felt the 'lighthouse'. ”

He muttered to himself, his voice ringing in everyone's ears: "It tells me that the Knights Templar are coming, and that if I don't draw a line with them, it will be too late......"

"He's lying!"

"Ye Qingxuan, what the hell are you doing!"

Michelle was furious, her eyes glowing with a blazing glow. The magnificent music was brewing in the old and withered shell, and he wanted to shoot with all his might.

But behind him, a palm pressed against his shoulder.

He looked back in astonishment and saw the old priest, and the middle-aged man beside him who seemed to be from the East.

"Michelle, let him ask. ”

The old priest said lightly, "I want to hear it." ”

At that moment, as if all her strength had been drained, Michelle's body trembled.

In the end, he bowed his head tamely:

"Yes. ”

And just under the city gate, the young man's unhurried voice sounded, incomparably stable, and incomparably cold.

"So, Colt. ”

He asked, "When you were an observer of the Knights Templar, was the situation really so bad?"

Colt was silent.

It was as if he instinctively felt that something was wrong, resisting Ye Qingxuan's question, his lips opened and closed, but he stammered and couldn't speak.

The crowd listened in silence, each pair of pupils looking at each other to see the astonishment and horror in the other's eyes.

They were so frightened by the horrific answer they had to think of that question that they didn't dare to listen, but they couldn't wait for an answer.

"Answer me, Colt!"

Ye Qingxuan stepped forward and roared in his ear: "Is the battle really about to get out of control?

The roar was like thunder, tearing the eardrums and echoing in the soul, and the thunder and stirring tore apart all resistance.

"It's not!"

Colt screamed, and the truth seemed to come alive, crawling out of his throat like a snake, stretching out of the air, revealing its ugly true face.

"It's ...... me"

He muttered confusedly, "I tampered with the observations, yes, it was me...... What a great opportunity, not to be missed, not to be missed...... If you miss it, you won't have it!

That old thing, I'd rather entrust the lighthouse to someone else than give it to me! I've spent so many years trying to please him, but I'm not wrong!

Even if the Rock Iron Academy doesn't want to give it to me, it belongs to me!"

"Just because...... This?"

Ye Qingxuan looked at him with pity, as if looking at a joke: "You deceived the Papal Hall and forced the Knights Templar to open the gates of heaven?

"I want to be a hero! The only person who can be a hero is me! It must be me!"

Colt muttered frantically, his eyes confused: "It's not me who is wrong, it's ...... It's wrong...... That's right, it's that bastard who's wrong! He's in my way, and he's going to die...... He's dead...... Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

He laughed hollowly, immersed in his own sweet dreams, leaving his saliva like a wild dog secreting greed in his sleep.

The face is abominable.

"One last question. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked at him, he was silent for a while, his lips opened and closed several times, and in the end, he squeezed out a hoarse voice: "Why did you kill Elsa?"

"Elsa?" Colt asked, "Who's that?"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan was silent, angry and ...... Trembling!

"Isn't it...... That little girl?"

Colt looked at him blankly, and his expression became confused: "She's going to die anyway, why should I leave the credit to others?"

This is excellent political capital, only a fool will let it go, right?

If I let her die a happy death, she'll thank me, right? If it falls into someone else's hands, it will ......."

"Enough. ”

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and closed his eyes sadly: "Enough, Colt, shut up, I'...... I don't want to listen anymore. ”

In the dead silence, everyone stared in silence, and even the sound of gasps was inaudible, only the intricate words of Colt's mouth, and empty gasps and laughter.

In the silence, Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked at everyone, his eyes sad and complicated.

"You guys, do you see?"

He raised his hand, pointed at Colt's empty smile, and said in a hoarse voice: "This is the hero you admire, this is the idol you worship......"

He roared angrily, "You guys, do you see?!"

"This is your set of dogs, mothers, and raised dogs, mothers, and the creed of 'the law of the jungle' and the world created by using 'consequentialism' and the so-called 'focusing on the overall situation'!"

There was silence, no one responded.

"In this hellish world, just trying to follow the rules and be a good person is seen as stupid, as a joke, as a weakness.

I gave so much and endured so much, but in the end, I was treated as a victim and buried at the feet of such a 'hero'!"

Ye Qingxuan roared angrily and asked, "Doesn't anyone think it shouldn't be like this?"

In the crowd, a riot arose, and a low noise rang out.

Only now, they finally understood what this man who seemed to be crazy was standing in front of them, and what he wanted to do. So, the expression is complicated.

That's why the eyes became fearful and compassionate.

"That's right, that's ......"

Ye Qingxuan looked at those numb eyes and showed a bitter smile: "You have endured all this, but no one dares to stand up and say that such a world is not good!"

He paused, and with all his strength, roared at the silent ones:

"Well, let me tell you that it's wrong!"

He said, "That's not right!"

At that moment, he raised his palm, the moonlight turned into a sword, and the cold and terrible edge was held in his hand, and it was placed on Colt's neck.

The moonlight stung his eyes and illuminated his muddy soul.

Colt woke up from his sweet dream, and he stared blankly at the strange man in front of him. And so, the dark rain seemed to fall from a nightmare into reality, announcing that judgment was coming.

"I'm ...... Going to die?"

He murmured softly, and great fear rose from his heart, dominating reason, and making him tremble and speechless.

"Ye Qingxuan, don't !!"

A familiar voice came to mind, it was the wolf flute, he finally arrived, struggled forward, wanted to pass through the layers of guards, and yelled at Ye Qingxuan:

"Drop your sword! Don't kill him, or you'll ......"

Ye Qingxuan turned a deaf ear.

Just staring at Colt and looking at his pale face:

"Pray. ”

“...... Pray?"

Colt's lips twitched, and his eyes pleaded.

"You should pray. But prayer will not be useful. ”

Ye Qingxuan looked down at his eyes, and his eyes became cold, like iron.

All retribution is due. ”

The cold moonlight flickered away.

Silently, Colt's head rolled off his shoulders, and the pleading in his eyes disappeared into the moonlight before he could dissipate.

There was no sparkle in the empty eyes.

He's dead.

Blood gushed out and landed on Ye Qingxuan's face, coating the iron light in his eyes with a layer of red.

In the midst of the chaotic screams and angry roars, he turned his head and stared at the stunned and furious faces, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to laugh.

He reached out and wiped the blood from his face:

"Original...... Blood smells like this. ”

In the sky, a huge bell rang.

In the twilight of the sunset, in the vast steel city, the bell echoes, perhaps announcing the sunset, or announcing the arrival of night.

In the midst of the chaos, Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and looked up at the sunset.

He allowed the soldiers to pounce, crushed himself to the ground, put layers of shackles on himself, escorted him, and pushed him into the prison cart.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the crowd, he saw the long-lost orientalist.

Mr. Hu noticed his gaze, and his eyes became complicated and compassionate: "Why not ...... like this"

As if hearing his voice, Ye Qingxuan laughed.

For some reason, he remembered what Mr. Hu had asked him.

"Ye Qingxuan, if one day, you find that the world is different from what you think, what will you do?"

Yes, Ye Qingxuan.

What should you do if one day you find that the world is different from what you imagined?

The world is not as beautiful as you think.

It's cruel, it's scary, it's cold, and it's impersonal.

Kindness and gentleness are only occasional ornate embellishments, and elsewhere, it's pitch black. Most of the time, righteousness and righteousness are just a beautiful illusion.

What you are told in fairy tales is actually a lie.

How do you deal with it?

"It's very simple, Mr. Hu. ”

He replied softly, "Just make the world the way I think it is." ”

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes.

At that moment, everyone heard hallucinatory sounds.

Like the chanting of the dragon in the sea and the swallow language of the curtain, it is a piano sound that seems to be real and illusory...... In front of the sound of the piano, the obstacle of knowledge was quietly shattered.

So, a round of cold moonlight that had been waiting for a long time rose from the mouth of the heart.

It was his heart, and the Philosopher's Stone that combined with Xiao Yuan had transformed into some kind of magnificent crystallization at this moment.

It pulses, stirring in the sea of ether in a delicate and distant wave.

In that instant, it pierced through the layers of the Aetheric Sea, and under the guidance of the ladder, it became one with the ethereal source.

And just as everyone was staring, it rose into the sky, glowing with brilliance, blending into the quiet and cold moon, and no longer distinguishing from each other.

The moonlight shone all over, sprinkling clear light, illuminating Ye Qingxuan's white hair and pupils.

I send my heart and the bright moon.

I will be sad about this, and send it to the bright moon.

Even if the world is dark, there is always moonlight in the dark.

Moonlight ...... -

I'm sorry.,It was expected to be divided into three chapters.,So there's a (above) in the name of the previous chapter.,But after thinking about it for a long time, it's really not suitable for chapters.,So I made a fuss......

This bento was finally sent out, an eight-thousand-word chapter, at the end of the month, asking for a monthly ticket.

and, we are now making an important choice in our lives...... Leave of absence tomorrow ORZ (To be continued.) )