The light of the fire illuminated the dark sky.

The screams of women, the cries of children, and the begging of men intertwined into the beautiful music of the final moment.

The cold and sharp moonlight shone through the high window.

It illuminated people's extremely frightened eyes.

They threatened and tempted, cried and begged, and promised money and power.

So noisy, so annoying.

This was a secret night that belonged to him alone.

Red blood gurgled out.

It was so hearty, sweet, and pleasant.

He raised his head and chuckled. He hadn't been so relaxed in a long time.

Like a fish trapped in a glass bottle, he finally returned to the vast embrace of the mother sea.

He liked that color.

It was indescribably beautiful.

It was this gloomy world.

It was the only thing that could make his blood boil.

He also liked to see the ugliness of those ants before they died. They lost all their face, they were all different, and there was always a new trick.

It was an eye-opener for him.

But where did that loneliness and solitude come from?

Why did he stand outside the door for a long time?

But he couldn't push open the door to see him for the last time?

"Dear brother,

Everyone's life is unique.

Your fate is the same. "

"You don't have to compare yourself with others.

One day,

You'll understand... the answer you've been looking for. "

"Before that,

Promise me,

Enjoy the beauty of life. "

He still remembered the absurdity in his heart when he first heard this argument.

The vague and empty chicken soup.

Insipid and tasteless.

Worthless.

Even the last sentence, "Promise me."

It was just wishful thinking on his part.

The vast and deep blue eyes, like the deep sea, looked at him with a hint of sadness, but the man still tried his best to smile, like the spring breeze blowing on the face, and like the tough open land.

Gentle and reliable.

It was hard to hate.

Hehe.

Big liar.

You've all been deceived by him.

This man was simply a hypocrite.

What I'll always be with you? What don't worry about me? If you didn't keep talking and talking to the point of annoyance, I wouldn't... I wouldn't...

— — I … won't …

The anger in his chest had reached its limit. The young man punched the wall, and the hard support shook a few times. With a dull whimper, it collapsed.

In his blurry consciousness, Ji Kai punched the bed again and again.

Someone leaned over, and his back covered the starlight in the sky.

He patted his back gently and held his arm gently. Little by little, he used his fingers to pry open his clenched fist.

So warm …

I know it's you … Don't go …

The sleeping young man hugged the outstretched arm and slowly loosened his brows.

…

…

…

Ji Kai slept for a full ten hours.

When she regained consciousness, the sunlight was pouring in through the window and her calves were burning hot.

Feeling groggy and sleepy, Ji Kai was very reluctant to get out of bed, but the sun was already setting in the west. Sleeping for the whole day was too damaging to his image!

Most importantly, he was so hungry that he couldn't take it anymore …

A dispirited person with a head full of disheveled hair pushed open the paper door and subconsciously shouted,

"Gokusen …"

"Master," someone answered.

Huh?

Why did Gokusen's voice change?

When did he become so deep and manly?

Ji Kai reluctantly opened his eyes. In his hazy vision, he saw someone curled up into a ball by his feet.

The ball squirmed and squirmed, and finally, it stood up stiffly and slowly from the floor. As if it had been cast by magic, it changed into a brand new appearance.

"… Yamamochi?

Where did your bedsheet go?!

“

Under the sunlight, the young man with short blond hair looked very handsome.

He was wearing a sapphire blue round-neck sweater with a white shirt and bow tie exposed at the collar.

Paired with his light coffee-colored slim-fit trousers and dark brown goatskin shoes, as well as his emerald green eyes, his entire temperament was completely different.

A few seconds later, The Inquisitor realized that it was the clothes she had chosen.

This kind of casual and comfortable style with a slightly scholarly style was indeed very suitable for Yamamochi Kokuhiro.

Her sense of beauty was still as great as ever!

"It really suits you!" Ji Kai praised from the bottom of his heart.

"Is, is that so?"

Yamamochi Kokuhiro's face turned red like a frightened rabbit. Then, he thought of something. Was it a positive emotion after receiving a compliment?

After taking a turn, he suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness and uneasiness.

He suddenly took a step back, and his ears instantly turned red.

？？？

What happened???

Ji Kai's head was filled with black question marks.

As if to answer his question, almost at the same time, his mind began to play the sentence "Occasionally, I may need you to sleep with me in bed."

— — It was a little embarrassing.

Ji Kai facepalmed. This was a completely unrestrained speech. 80% of it was just teasing.

Who asked Yamamochi Kokuhiro to be so worried every time he saw him, as if he was afraid that he would eat him up?

When he was bored, he wanted to tease him. It was just teasing. It wasn't illegal, so it was fine!

That was the logic of his thoughts last night.

But after a good night's sleep, his rationality returned, and there was another layer of logic to his thoughts. He was a rational adult.

A normal adult would not make such a request to his Fu Mourning God so rashly.

If he only wanted to be happy for a moment, it would cause endless trouble.

The Inquisitor's originally erratic footsteps suddenly became heavy.

With dark clouds hanging over his head, he did not want to say a word as he turned into the bathroom next door.

He squeezed out some toothpaste, rinsed his mouth, and filled his mouth with water.

Rinsing cup, rinsing cup … Where was it?

Ji Kai squinted his eyes and bent over to look for it. In the next second, Yamamochi Kokuhiro handed him a cup of water.

The Inquisitor glanced at him and silently took the cup to brush his teeth.

After brushing his teeth, he prepared a wooden basin and a folded towel for washing his face.

After combing his hair, he returned to the bedroom to change his clothes. Yamamochi knelt down and presented a clean set of clothes to him. After putting on his clothes, he turned around and saw that the messy bedding had become smooth and tidy. It was gently fluttering in the air flowing in through the window.

After washing up, Ji Kai brought his valet Yamamochi Kokuhiro to the restaurant on the first floor. On the way, he passed by the room with the view of the pond and happened to see Tsurumaru Kuninaga and the Five Tigers Retreat drinking tea and basking in the sun.

"It's so nice to see you in good health." The white-haired young man squinted his eyes.

Sakura?

Ξ??

Yagi Lagoon?

Badudu?

Yue?

Ai??

Song Qi?

Yi?

Yime?! "

Ten minutes later, Ji Kai looked at the food on the table and could not help but recall the dinner last night.

At that time, the snacks looked normal, but there was a lot of mustard in them. It was really hard to explain.

Of course, lowering the standards could also be considered novel.

However, at this time, The Inquisitor was full of sleep. His appetite was strong, and his tongue had returned to normal.

Therefore, staring at the food in front of him, Ji Kai was making a final struggle. The food looked messy, and he did not know if it was cooked or not, so it should be normal …

The young man took a bite, and then … he obediently put down his chopsticks. "Hahaha, is there any fruit?

I want to eat some fruit. "

"I'm so sorry, I ate all of it!" Tsurumaru Kuninaga replied with a laugh.

"… Where did Candlestick Cutting go?"

"They've gone out of the formation.

Did you forget your orders yesterday? "

Tsurumaru Kuninaga did not mind the commotion and continued to smile. "Both of them look a little tired, but the capable do more work. The Inquisitor, it is their honor to have you trust them. No matter how hard it is, they have to complete it."

Ji Kai finally confirmed that the displeasure in those words was not an illusion.

Once again, it was proven that doing things according to one's intuition and mood would be a mess … The Inquisitor, who had just woken up, facepalmed again.

Ji Kai still remembered the logic behind making such a decision last night. He described it as follows:

Among the Fu Mourning God, Candlestick Cutting and Tarō seemed to be the most powerful. For a newbie who did not even need to think about going out for the first time, the two of them were enough.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro wanted to run away at the slightest provocation, so he did not have to do what he wanted. He should focus on his work as a valet and not go anywhere.

Gokusen Kanazane, his favorite starting blade, thanked him for his hard work over the past few days. A good rest was his personal benefit for his subordinates.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, interesting people, of course, should be kept by his side. The Five Tigers Retreat, the little guy who needed someone to take care of, should wait until he understood the situation before discussing other arrangements …

The Six Vibrations Blade was suitable and made full use of it.

Ah, I'm so smart.

Ji Kai really wanted to punch himself to death at that time.

He sighed without a trace. The real The Inquisitor dared to face a bleak mess head-on.

He casually ate a few mouthfuls of lunch, stood up, and prepared to resign himself to fate and go to the forging room to get more people to replace him.

So that the next time a similar situation happened, he would only ask for a bowl of normal food.

"By the way, where's Gokusen?"

"Mr. Gokusen is in the laundry room.

He said that the weather is good today, so he wants to dry the bedding. "The silver-haired boy interrupted.

"Have all the guests gone back?"

"The super interesting guy left last night.

As for the other one … "Tsurumaru Kuninaga thought for a while." I'm not sure. "

"He didn't say anything nonsense before he left, right?"

Ji Kai suddenly recalled the stubborn look on the other party's face before she left the room. He couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"No." Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled meaningfully.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro lowered his head again, looking like he refused to answer.

No matter how he listened to it, he felt that The Inquisitor's words had a hidden meaning, and the new clothes made him feel really insecure.

"Okay." Maybe he was thinking too much.

Ji Kai no longer hesitated. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the blond bladesman next to him. His refreshing and handsome appearance made people feel refreshed every time they caught a glimpse. "Yamamochi, you look very handsome today."

That's great, the bedsheet was thrown away. The aesthetic obsessive-compulsive patient felt much more comfortable ~

Yamamochi trembled again.

Just as they were talking in the dining room, a golden light flashed in the courtyard of This Pill. Tarō Tarō and Candlestick Tachibana, who had returned from their first mission, walked into the corridor.

"Thank you for your hard work." Ji Kai walked out of the room and asked with concern, "Did it go well?"

"My lord."

Candlestick Tachibana stopped and saluted, then briefly reported, "This time it was a primary battlefield. The number of retrograde troops was not large, and their combat power was not strong."

Tarō Tarō nodded faintly behind him. "How do you feel?"

"I'm fine after sleeping well." Ji Kai replied simply, not wanting to continue the topic.

Candlestick Tachibana yawned and said to Ji Kai, "My lord, please forgive me for taking my leave."

The Inquisitor nodded in agreement, and Lan Fafu walked dejectedly to the bathroom with his katana.

One Vibration, Katana, who had come out with him, stayed where he was and looked at Ji Kai quietly. His eyes were a little numb.

Looking at the dark circles under Katana's eyes, a thought flashed through Ji Kai's mind. Stunned, he said, "Were you the one who watched over me all night?"

As if he didn't feel that this matter was worth making a fuss about, Tarō Tarō glanced at him with a hint of doubt and confusion in his golden eyes. "Yes?"

One Vibration Taitō was the tallest and most muscular in This Pill. Tarō Tarō's facial features were cold and masculine, and his temperament was cold and calm. Even if he didn't say anything, he had a very dignified aura.

Therefore, when this rare and slightly exposed dullness appeared on him, it was especially cute.

The Inquisitor, who took in everything without missing a single detail, felt the emotional and rational battle in his mind again.