"Then, Mr. Sanchū, who was covered in blood and exhausted, disappeared.

When I submitted the report of more than ten pages to my superior … "

The door was pulled open with a whoosh.

"… Main Hall?"

A woman dressed in a gorgeous kimono with heavy makeup gently put down the shamisen in her hand, made a gesture to keep quiet, and reminded him in a low voice, "My lord is asleep."

She knelt in front of Junka Hoshino and tucked her in.

"Sanchū -sama." The woman frowned. "I have something to say to you."

It was late at night, but Kabukicho, located in the southern corner of Jingdong, was still brightly lit.

Toasts were exchanged, and people were indulging in a life of luxury. Eight streets and nine roads, and red and green wine were everywhere.

As the only place of pure entertainment in Jingdong, humans, monsters, and ghosts were mixed in every corner here. The owner of the izakaya might be a fox with two tails, and the woman who played for you in front of the banquet might have pale skin and transparent body …

Similarly, in this small place, as long as your behavior was not out of line, the secret surveillance personnel would turn a blind eye and bypass you.

The woman gently closed the door and poured tea for him.

"Two days ago, it was Tsuru Maru -sama who came to accompany Hoshino -sama."

Sanchū Sōjin nodded slightly.

When he was not smiling, he was like a lonely moon hanging in the sky, making people feel intimidated.

The woman did not care about his attitude and just smiled gently.

"When my lord came two days ago, he just buried himself in drinking." She said, "When he came today, he gave me a shock.

His hair was scattered, and his eyes were red. He cried when he saw me, and when he was done crying, he began to laugh.

After that, he muttered to himself intermittently. I only vaguely heard the words' I'm sorry ',' I should be taught a lesson ',' I can still be saved '… In the end, he fell asleep on the bed. "

"Sorry to trouble you."

San Riyue sipped a mouthful of hot tea and said with a relaxed expression, "After that incident, although the Main Palace Mistress acted the same as usual in front of us, we all knew that she was depressed because she couldn't save a single person."

"Oh, are you talking about This Pill A31?"

The woman revealed a surprised expression. "I've also heard that Dark Sword and the God's Inquisitor died together, right?

After this incident, the Government of the Hour carried out a statistical analysis of the situation of This Pill. Yesterday, they issued a notice to summon the Divine Inquisitors to the Capital for inspection … We were very surprised. "

"Could it be …" The woman's eyes flickered. "Is there some inside story?"

"Curiosity killed the cat."

Mikazuki Munechika warned with a tone that was neither light nor heavy.

"My apologies.

I mean you no harm. "

The woman lowered her head to make tea, revealing her fair and beautiful neck. "What I mean is that my lord should have already passed the stage of being affected by the mission … Lord Sanchū, I watched this child grow up, and I'm very worried about her situation."

"It will end." Sanchū stood up. "It's getting late. I'll take her back."

The woman bowed respectfully and said, "Please be careful."

…

…

So comfortable.

Junka Hoshino thought in a daze.

A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose, like the combination of vetiver grass and cedar, calm and peaceful.

"Is it Sanchū?" she murmured.

"It's me." Fu Mourning God's voice sounded distant and ethereal to her. It didn't sound like a real person.

Junka couldn't help but bury her head in his neck and rub it.

"The three suns and moons understand, right?"

She was like a child eager to explain herself. She said in a very low voice, "I'm not sad or angry.

Sadness and anger are the nutrients of incompetence.

I'm just … "

Sanchū Sōjin didn't say a word.

"If only I had made the request to the government earlier. If only I had thought more about it when I was dealing with the Dark Descent Pill."

The tragedy between the Divine Inquisitors and Fu Mourning God wasn't just caused by the evil of human nature. The system set by the Government of the Hour had a huge flaw in the starting point and the specific implementation process. "

"And I didn't discover it in time."

Her fingertips trembled slightly.

"I was the one who brought you to this world …"

"Master, it's okay."

Sanchū Sōjin changed to a more intimate form of address. His attitude was still gentle, but he didn't stop moving forward. "'The strength of man exists to extend a helping hand to those struggling in the abyss of misery.' Isn't this what you've always believed in?"

"But I …"

"You're very good."

He said, "Only half of the people can discover the flaw. Among the half, only a small number of people are willing to do their best to make up for the flaw. Among this small number of people, the number of people who can succeed can be counted on one hand.

Do you understand what I mean? "

"… Yes."

"… Thank you. I'll work harder."

It was a very serious moment, but after saying this sentence, for some reason, Junka Hoshino's consciousness became muddled again.

Because of this, she missed the last sentence of the Fu Mourning God on this journey.

Perhaps it was the only time he, Sanchū Sōjin, revealed his true feelings.

…

[My greatest wish is that you can be safe and happy.]

Sanchū Sōjin, who was born in the Heian era, experienced countless storms, and was always described as "astonishingly high in divinity" by the government commissioners and Divine Inquisitors, seemed to be possessed by something. He actually said such gentle words.

Junka Hoshino fell into a mysterious realm.

Her eyelids seemed to be glued together. She couldn't "see", but she could feel that she was placed on the soft bedding. She could hear the shouts of the daggers, and the voice of One Period One Rise who pretended to be strict as he chased her brother back to his room. She knew that Tsuru Maru leaned over and touched her forehead. Hasegawa brought her water, and Kendo hurriedly boiled medicine for her.

"Am I sick?" Junka only realized it after a while.

"Yes." Tsuru Maru's voice sounded in her ears, "So, please rest well."

She didn't know why, but she fell into a deep sleep after Tsuru Maru's voice fell.

"The Admiral is too tired."

Kendo Shiro answered his brother's question in full detail, "Last night and last night, the light in the Admiral's room didn't go out until dawn.

The Admiral didn't go out during the day. He was still writing in his room.

Today, he went out early again and stayed in the government office for a day.

He doesn't have a regular schedule, and the work intensity is high. Plus, he's under too much mental pressure. If he suddenly relaxes, his body may feel uncomfortable … just like now. "

One Period One Rise couldn't help but frown, "You stayed in This Pill for the past two days. Didn't you persuade the Temple Master?"

Kendo Shiro sighed helplessly and said, "Brother One Rise, you know the Admiral's personality."

Although he would listen to other people's opinions, he would be very stubborn about what he wanted to do.

"That's …"

"After we failed to persuade him the first time, Tsurumaru Hall wanted to do it again, but he was stopped by Sanri Yue Temple.

Therefore, the two of them almost fought outside the Templar Temple. "

One Period One Rise facepalmed.

"Anyway, I'll take good care of the Admiral. Brother One Rise, go back and rest."

Kendo Shiro took the towel off Junka Hoshino's forehead. After rubbing it a few times in the basin, he soaked it again and put it back on her burning forehead.

One Period One Rise looked at his mature and reliable younger brother with a gentle and gratified expression.

He said, "I'm counting on you, Kendo."

Then, he turned to Junka Hoshino, whose cheeks were red, and bowed, "… You must get better as soon as possible. Temple Master."

After One Period One Rise left, another Fu Mourning God opened the door and walked in.

"Yo, Hasegawa."

Because they were more familiar with each other, Kendo's attitude when greeting him was much more natural than when greeting other people. "Please help me change the basin of water. Also, bring the medicine I put on the table."

"Okay."

After Hasegawa agreed, he didn't immediately go out. Instead, he carefully tucked Junxia Hoshino in and used a towel to wipe off the fine beads of sweat on the tip of her nose.

"I shouldn't have gone on an expedition. Otherwise, I wouldn't have …"

"It was the Admiral who arranged for you to go." Kendo said.

Hasegawa was silent.

Seeing this, Kendo Shiro could only say, "I'll give you a chance to atone for your mistakes … Please stay here and take good care of the Admiral. I'll go change the water and get the medicine."

Hasegawa hesitated for two seconds, then agreed.

"I'm sorry, Kendo." He had an apologetic expression.

"It's okay. I understand."

Kendo rubbed his slightly numb legs, raised the basin, and said, "Then I'll come over later … Also, it's very late. For the sake of the Admiral's rest, please don't let anyone else enter her room."

"Okay."

Junka, who was cared for by many people, was currently in a wonderful dream.

She was in a small and secluded courtyard.

At this time, the season was about late autumn. The red leaves in the courtyard fell on the withered flowers and plants on the ground.

White frost descended, forming a courtyard that seemed to be covered with a thin layer of snow.

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"Where is this?"

Junka Hoshino hesitated, not knowing whether to go to the residence or not.

At this time, she heard a gentle voice:

[Ji Jun, Lord Qing Ming invites you to come in.]

Where's the voice?

She looked around for the speaker.

[Ji Jun, if you want to find me, I'm at your feet.]

"At my feet?

There's only Silver Flower at my feet … "Junka stopped, as if she finally reacted. She asked with a little surprise," Are you Silver Flower? "

[Ji Jun's appearance is a bit like Boya's three.]

The woman whose original appearance was Silver Flower smiled: [Okay, please go in.]

As if she was being led, Chun Xia unconsciously took a step forward.

At the bottom of the stairs, another woman looked at her with a smile.

"— Please follow me."

She followed the woman in confusion, passing through layers of fluttering curtains and arriving in front of the sun-drenched corridor.

A man in white hunting clothes was drinking wine, and his every movement was full of elegance.

"Oh, you're here," the man said lazily, pointing casually. "Please sit."

Junka followed the direction he pointed and sat down respectfully.

She tilted her head and looked at the man for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Qing Ming Duke?"

The man's lips curled into a smile as he poured her a glass of wine.

"The moon hangs in the sky, shining clear light in all directions.

Although the clouds cover it temporarily, they will never extinguish the clear light. "

…

Was he encouraging her?