"My lord … You … Are you leaving now?"

In front of a Japanese-style courtyard with beautiful buildings and a large area, there was even a small bridge with flowing water. A young man with a small braid, red nail polish, and a small black mole at the corner of his lips looked at his lord who was about to leave with a packed bag in his hand … Or rather, his soon-to-be former lord, and his expression was a little sad and lonely.

"Ah, yes, because when I signed the contract with the Government of the Hour, we agreed that the term of office would be five years. Now the time is up, and my family has found me a very good partner. I like her very much, and I plan to marry her after I go back. Although this may make you a little unhappy, after I get married, my focus will definitely be on my wife. If I have children in the future, I won't be able to take your feelings into consideration.

So I thought about it carefully. Instead of the relationship between us becoming stiff because I can't give you the same attention as before, it's better to part on good terms now and find someone with good character and spiritual power to take over. "

"But my lord …"

"No buts!

California … I know you can't bear to part with me, but all good things must come to an end. So what if I continue to be your God's Inquisitor?

After all, I'm just an ordinary human. Even if my spiritual power is strong, there will be a day when I die of old age. When that time comes, we will still have to separate.

And the separation and pain brought by death are far more intense than your reluctance now, so … That's it, California. "

"But …"

Although he knew that God's Inquisitor was right, as Motokamaru's first Katana, he had spent the longest time with God's Inquisitor. He was also the Katana that Motokamaru liked and relied on God's Inquisitor the most. He was reluctant to let God's Inquisitor leave just like that. He wanted to say something, but he was interrupted by Mamoru Yamato, who couldn't stand it anymore.

"That's enough, Qing Guang. My lord is right. Whether it's for us or for my lord, this is the best choice."

Yamato Mamoru had been in Honmaru for as long as California because it was easy to obtain swords and swords. Yamato Mamoru had a good impression of this optimistic and cheerful Divine Inquisitor with powerful Spiritual Energy. However, compared to California who liked to act coquettishly and clingy, Yamato Mamoru was much calmer.

"My lord, this should be the last time I call you that.

Perhaps it's a little presumptuous, but my lord … Have you considered what will happen to us after you leave like this?

Although Motomaru was only missing the Ba-shaped Bisuit and Kadou-zhangkō from the list of real swords released by the Current Era government, and everyone's training speed was quite high, the other Divine Inquisitors would still prefer a brand new Motomaru that hadn't been touched by anyone else, right?

And know a person's face but not his heart. Although the Government of the Hour's Inquisition is quite strict, occasionally, there are Modenaru of the Inquisitor's Inquisition. To put it bluntly … My lord, can you guarantee that your successor won't do such a thing? "

"I was wondering what it was. So it's this …"

The Inquisitor was startled by Mamoru Yamato's sudden extremely serious expression. He thought that he had made a serious mistake and unconsciously put on a serious look. After hearing Mamoru Yamato's worries, he knew that he didn't cause any trouble. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He smiled and explained to Mamoru Yamato, as well as the other Fu Mourning Gods who agreed after hearing his question.

"You don't have to worry about these two problems. I can assure you that the problems you are worried about will never happen because the God's Inquisitor who is about to take over is my distant cousin. Although he is a distant relative, he lived in my house for a long time because his parents passed away in a traffic accident when he was very young, so I know him quite well. Although he is a little taciturn, he has a good personality. At least, he will never do things like breaking swords and abuse swords that you are worried about. Besides, I have asked him for his opinion before, and he has no objections or dissatisfaction about taking over the Honmaru, so you don't have to worry about it.

It's just that … "

"It's just that what?"

After hearing the God Inquisitor's explanation, the Sakakami Fu who were worried about Mamoru Yamato finally heaved a sigh of relief. But soon, because of the God Inquisitor's strange expression, the Sakakami Fu who had just calmed down became anxious again. They couldn't help but hold their breaths and ask anxiously.

"Actually, it's nothing much. It's just that he has a rather special ability … It's not a very scary ability, and it won't cause any harm to others or you guys. But … sigh, I can't explain it clearly like this. Anyway, when he's done packing up and taking over the school, you'll know that it's a very interesting ability."

Looking at the confused expressions of the Fu Mourning Gods, the Inquisitor wanted to explain more. But when he thought about his cousin's strange ability, he really wanted to know what kind of expression the Fu Mourning Gods would have when they saw it with their own eyes. Then, he looked at Tsurumaru who was scratching his head and thought about how the troublemaker crane's prank had messed up Modenaru, and even the Inquisitor himself had the unfortunate experience of being 'tricked'. For a moment, the Inquisitor's heart was filled with hatred, and he swallowed the explanation that was about to come out of his mouth.

"Eh … Why is it like this …"

"It doesn't matter. He'll be here in a few days, and you'll know when he's here. What difference does it make if it's earlier or later?

Alright, alright, let's not talk about it anymore. It's getting late and I should be leaving. My family is still waiting for me to return. Everyone … Goodbye, take care … "

"Take care …"

Although he was just as reluctant to part with them as he was in California, and he still had a lot to say to them, because there were still many things waiting for him in the modern world, the Inquisitor, Jing Jiyao, had to say goodbye to the Fu Mourning Gods who had been with him for five years. They were almost like friends to him now, and he embarked on his journey back home.

"He's leaving …"

"Okay, Qing Guang, stop looking. Didn't they say that the new Inquisitor would be here in a few days?

Let's hurry back and tidy up Tenshou Pavilion and Honmaru. After all, they're cousins and have similar styles. The new God's Inquisitor should be different from the Lord … the previous Lord, right? "

Seeing that the others had returned to Honmaru one after another, California was still standing at the door of Honmaru, looking at Jing Jiyao in a daze. Mamoru Yamato sighed helplessly and patted California's shoulder, intending to use the new master to attract California's attention. As it turned out, even though they had never met the Inquisitor, for the Starter Knife and the Chef, everything related to the Inquisitor was still very "lethal."

"That's right. Then, Yamato, let's go."

On the other hand, while the Fu Mourning Gods in Honmaru were busy welcoming the new Inquisitor, Jing Jiyao finally arrived in the modern world through the dimensional portal of the Government of the Hour.

"Ah! Yuki!

Why are you here?

Are you here to pick up your big brother?

I'm so touched. My Yuki is an adult now. She knows how to care about Ah Ni. I'm so touched! "

"That's enough. Stop pretending to cry. You're super disgusting. Let's go. Aunt and Uncle are waiting for you at home."

Masayuki Minamoto was speechless as he looked at his cousin who dropped the luggage in his hand and rushed over to hang on to him. He suddenly began to regret that he was too soft-hearted and accepted the task of greeting his equally unreliable cousin after being asked by his wicked aunt.

He said that he could communicate with his cousin as soon as possible about the situation of Honmaru that he was about to take over. In fact, he just wanted him to bear this unreliable guy's excessive enthusiasm. He shouldn't have been soft-hearted back then.

"Eh … Yuki, what's with that expression? I feel like you're thinking something very rude. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Aren't you happy?"

"With all due respect, cousin, when you said long time, did you mean half a month?"

Looking at Jing Ji who deliberately put on a sad expression in front of him, Masayuki Minamoto only felt a headache. Although this wasn't the first time, Masayuki Minamoto still couldn't understand Jing Ji's strange brain circuit. Is it really that interesting to see other people's expressions change?

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Let's go back. I'm starving. When we go back, I can explain Honmaru's affairs to you."

Seeing Masayuki Minamoto's face getting worse and worse, Jing Ji was very sensible and stopped while he was ahead. He took the opportunity to change the topic. If he really angered his cousin, he would really suffer.

"Well, after all, I have to sign a five-year employment contract like you. It's time to get to know the personalities of my future companions, so I don't do anything that makes both of us unhappy."

Taking some of the luggage that Jing Ji handed over, Masayuki Minamoto didn't want to waste time with his cousin who always liked to make trouble. The two chatted as they walked, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious. Time flew when they were doing business, and the two soon arrived at Jing Ji's house.

"So, as long as they don't do stupid things like the idiots I heard at the God Inquisitor conference, their personalities are actually quite easy to talk about, especially those with short swords!

Oh my god, you don't know how cute they are!

How could any idiot not like them?

They're like living angels! "

Even Jing Ji, who didn't forget to talk about Honmaru with Masayuki Minamoto during the meal, became agitated and couldn't help but dance, trying to convey his strong dissatisfaction with the garbage God Inquisitors.

"Well, okay, the short swords are angels, and the ones who abuse them are all garbage. Can you calm down now?"

Silently looking at his dumb cousin, Masayuki Minamoto nodded helplessly and perfunctorily responded.

How could he not know whether the short swords were cute or not? After all, he had the ability to trick his father. As the guardians of the swords, the swords looked at their younger brothers, nephews, and nephews with a much thicker filter than Jing Ji, the dumb lord.

Seeing Masayuki Minamoto's speechless expression, Jing Ji, who remembered the reason why he let him replace him, realized that he seemed to be acting dumb in front of his cousin again. He couldn't help but scratch his messy hair with an embarrassed smile and obediently lowered his head to eat.