21

For the second time in a day,

Regardless of the other party's panic,

The Inquisitor used the ancient and simple method of "resistance,"

To transport the unhealed knife to the bathroom.

This Pill's bathroom was divided into an inner and outer bathroom. Outside was an open-air hot spring,

Inside, there was a modern tiled shower.

Unlike the simple kitchen that came with its own, the game company finally chose the latter between restoring history and convenience and comfort.

This Pill was equipped with a standard shower and toilet.

The shower could accommodate dozens of people at the same time, and each position had a block to ensure a certain degree of privacy. At the same time, a separate dressing area was separated by a wooden wall. It was very thoughtful and considerate.

Cut Long Hasebe wrapped in a bath towel and took the necessary bath products from the shelf next to the dressing area,

Then stood in place, waiting for The Inquisitor to leave.

Although he had just met the other party frankly not long ago, if he chose voluntarily,

Hasebe, who was sober, would never repeat the same mistake.

In his field of vision,

The black-haired young man raised his arm, frowned, and sniffed himself,

Then, under Hasebe's astonished gaze,

He decisively took off his nightgown.

Gray Hair Knife scurried away as if he had been electrocuted, pulling the bath towel tightly,

And rushed to the nearest washing station.

"Don't touch the water." A voice sounded behind him.

Fu Mourning God, who was about to let the water go, was grabbed by the arm,

And dragged out without any resistance.

The Inquisitor, who was bare-chested and wrapped a small bath towel around his waist, stared at him. His pale lips were a beautiful arc, but his eyes were terrifying, "Apply the medicine first.

Before the wound heals, use a towel to wipe it.

Ten minutes later, The Inquisitor, who had finished showering, laid Gray Hair Knife flat on the bench and personally treated his wounds.

The last fierce battle had left many wounds on Fu Mourning God's body.

The slashes across his chest were relatively light and had already formed scabs. The wounds on his abdomen that had originally been festering and inflamed were now slowly dripping with blood after being healed by Dark Fall and the impact of The Inquisitor's spiritual energy.

The gauze that Ji Kai had bandaged at the last minute was all red. At this moment, when it was removed, Hasebe was in so much pain that his entire body was trembling.

Ji Kai pressed on Hasebe's shoulders. He did not seem to be exerting any force, but it felt as if he was pressing down on Hasebe's body, making him struggle on the spot.

"Be good, don't move," The Inquisitor lowered his eyelashes and used his other hand to wipe away the dirt and blood around the wound.

The Inquisitor's movements were light and fast. Soon, he had finished cleaning and rinsing the potion.

Without pausing, he took out a suture needle from the first aid kit.

The Fu Mourning God, who had been tortured to the brink of death by the potion, paled even more when he saw the item that was about to be used on him.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt."

The black-haired young man was amused by the way he looked as if he was facing a great enemy.

He released air from his fingers and turned it into a long thin thread. The other end was attached to the end of the needle.

"Ahhh —"

A scream broke the silence of the night. Yamamochi, who was helping to wash the dishes in the kitchen, trembled. The plate fell to the ground with a crash.

"What happened?"

Gokusen Kanazane hurriedly pushed the door open. The Five Tigers Retreat followed behind Tsurumaru Kuninaga. The group ran to the corridor and looked around.

"It seems to be coming from the bathroom," Snickersnee said.

"It's Hasebe." Tsurumaru Kuninaga was very certain. "Tsk tsk, it sounds terrible.

I understand why The Inquisitor wants him to live outside. "

In the bathroom, a black cloth was tied around the gray-haired Blade's mouth.

Ji Kai stuffed it in and hooked his finger outwards. After confirming that the tightness was suitable, he rubbed Hasebe's messy short gray hair.

"It's the middle of the night. We can't be too disturbing."

Fu Mourning God, who was on the bench, craned his neck back. His limbs were bound and fixed by the young man's invisible air. Only his dug toes showed that he was trying his best to endure.

"However, this is the first time I've heard of it …" The Inquisitor smiled mischievously and winked at the blade. His tone was full of mockery.

"Is Hasebe -kun so afraid of pain?"

Fu Mourning God, whose eyes were red, bit the cloth tightly in self-reproach. He closed his eyes in shame and wished he could crawl into a hole in the ground.

The young man, who was in a good mood, patted his head and continued to stitch up the wound with the needle.

…

The sound of footsteps indicated that someone was walking up the stairs.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro, who was kneeling in front of the Inquisitor's Room, felt his heart tighten. He quickly sat up straight and seized the last moment to tug at his cloak and tidy up his clothes.

The Inquisitor, who was carrying the blade, hummed a tune as he went up to the second floor.

He immediately caught a glimpse of the blond Fu Mourning God who was sitting upright.

"G-good evening, Master."

Yamamochi stammered. After stealing a quick glance at Ji Kai, he respectfully knelt down and bowed, "I-I … Can I … Can I do anything for you?"

Oh, is he here to fulfill his duty as an attendant?

The Inquisitor, whose memories had been awakened by his actions, actually did not quite remember his original intention of making such a decision.

However, looking at the mystical creature whose face had turned red after just a few words, Ji Kai, who was in a hurry to get things done, was still very willing to squeeze out some time to tease him.

"Yamamochi, come in for a moment."

He stepped into the room and put down the Cut Long Hasebe next to the corner of the wall.

There was a soft carpet and a fluffy, wide cushion, which was very suitable for the weak Fu Mourning God to rest without touching his wounds.

After Yamamochi Kokuhiro followed in, The Inquisitor stretched out his long arm and closed the paper door from the inside.

The small space suddenly became so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro knelt in front of the door uneasily. A pair of green eyes looked out anxiously from under his bangs, observing the dark Hasebe.

The gray-haired blade's head was lowered, and his expression could not be seen at all. However, judging from his thin and thin Spiritual Energy, which seemed to be about to disappear and could disappear at any time, he was not in a good state.

When he came back, he and Tarō Tarō had just cleaned the gray-haired blade. Why did he have to wash it again so late at night?

What happened in the bathroom? Why did Hasebe let out such a tragic cry?

What did The Inquisitor do? Why couldn't he hear anything later?

Was it coercion by force?

Or was it acquiescence under the exchange of benefits?

What was the purpose of moving out?

Was it to avoid them, or was it to avoid being discovered?

One question after another, crowded in Yamamochi Kokuhiro's head.

He learned from Gokusen Kanazane about Hasebe's identity as a gift. However, because of his more sensitive intuition, he could not trust The Inquisitor unconditionally like Gokusen Kanazane, the original blade of This Pill. Instead, he was full of doubts.

Danger, danger, and still danger.

From the moment he saw Ji Kai in the Discovery Room, Yamamochi Kokuhiro smelled the smell of blood on the young man.

Behind the mask of a gentle smile, there was a huge monster hibernating.

His instinct was telling him to run away, but his reason was condemning him for retreating. He was the judge of this Motonaru, the one who controlled and used him. Judging his master based on his intuition was an extremely laughable act.

The young man, who had already changed to a humming melody, took out a paper bag of clothes from the wardrobe and threw it to the nervous knife wielder. He walked to the side of the room and said,

He walked to the side room and said, "There are a few basic requirements to be my valet."

Yamamochi Kokuhiro looked at the clothes in his hand and subconsciously glanced at his companion not far away.

"First, I need you to take care of yourself."

The Inquisitor sat down on a chair and faced Fu Mourning God. He gracefully crossed his legs. "I don't want to see anything as tattered and dirty as yours again."

"Second, don't stutter or hesitate."

He raised his head slightly. His cold voice was tinged with sternness. "If you're not sure, you can remain silent."

"Finally …" The Inquisitor cleared his throat and looked at him. He smiled brightly. "Occasionally, I might need you to sleep with me on the bed."

"Wh-what did you say?"

Fu Mourning God, who had been listening silently, raised his head in disbelief. He was so panicked that he looked like he was about to flee the next second.

The black-haired young man got up from the chair and took a few strides to stand in front of him. He reached out and grabbed the wall beside Yamamochi, blocking him in the corner.

He looked down at Yamamochi from above and pulled down his hood without any explanation. Then, he reached out and lifted his chin. He stared into his green eyes and repeated, word by word, "Sleep with me on the bed.

Accompany me on the bed. Sleep with me.

Do you hear me clearly? "

Yamamochi Kokuhiro turned into a statue and froze on the spot. He could not respond at all.

Seeing him like this, The Inquisitor chuckled and released his shackles. He reached out and pinched his face before he straightened up.

"But today, as per the first rule, you should change your clothes and come over here."

"Yes …" The blond man froze on the spot for a few seconds before he left with his clothes in his hands.

"What an interesting child." Ji Kai stretched and returned to the wardrobe. "Don't you think so, Hasebe?"

Fu Mourning God did not respond to his question.

Although The Inquisitor's words were directed at Yamamochi, Hasebe, who had been in the room the entire time, did not feel that it had nothing to do with him.

Cut Long Hasebe felt that he had finally figured out the other party's intentions when he combined the actions of the young man in the bathroom with his hands today.

In this way, the young man did not mind that he had served another master and accepted him, rescued him from the battlefield, treated him for his downfall, provided him with a new residence, and so on. These gratuitous good intentions had a commensurate price.

He no longer had to feel uneasy about things that he should not have, because everything had a price.

He really did not want to taste the heart-wrenching pain again.

The gray-haired man's mouth twitched silently. He wanted to smile, but he failed.

Of course, being needed like this was not what he liked the most, but it might be the most suitable for him.

Since he existed, he needed a reason, no matter what the reason was.

Because no matter what, it was better than having no value.

Although he did not like himself, his heart beating in his chest … was really out of control.

As long as there was a little warmth, even if it was fake, it should be enough.

Thinking of this, Fu Mourning God, who had gathered a little strength, got up and came to the young man who was rummaging through the wardrobe. "Sir The Inquisitor, are you going to bed now?"

"Hmm?"