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He couldn't continue anymore.

In his field of vision, the Tracing Army was fighting fiercely with his comrades.

Dark clouds layered over each other, covering all the light between heaven and earth. The torrential rain brought down streams of blood …

His palm that was holding the hilt was sticky and slippery. His heart was beating violently, beating heavily on his chest. It was like some kind of hair-raising countdown, hanging on his lifeline.

The cold rain hit his unconsciously opened lips. In an instant, the bone-piercing chill invaded all his senses.

He heard himself gasping for breath. It was heavy, hurried, and panicked. He wanted to move his body, but it was as if there was a heavy mountain pressing down on him. He exhausted all his strength, but it was futile. He wanted to shout to warn his colleagues of the enemy's sneak attack, but it was as if his tongue had been pulled out. He couldn't make a single sound.

In the end, in front of him, his comrades who had gone through fire and water with him fell one by one.

The ancient warrior, who was wearing armor and covered in a dark aura, walked towards him step by step.

Time slowed down, so slow that he could carefully distinguish the aura of death.

He thought that he wouldn't be afraid. He thought that when the time came, he would be indifferent to his own death.

But the reality was the opposite of what he thought.

There was only fear.

When the blue evil light swept over, he couldn't even lift his sword, let alone condense the final attack to stab into Jianfei's body.

The only thing he could do was to close his eyes and force himself to calmly accept the end that belonged to him.

— Is this the end …!

Starting over again, I'm still so useless.

No wonder that man would casually give me to a guy who can't even be considered an upright minister …

…

Cut Long Hasebe suddenly opened his eyes.

In this early spring afternoon, the uninvited nightmare once again reminded him of the past that he must never forget with the cold sweat that slid down his face.

He stared at the ceiling for a long time, waiting for his breathing to stabilize.

The gray-haired Fu Mourning God got up and pulled open the paper door of the room.

The air flowed, and the shortness of breath seemed to be relieved.

Outside the paper door, birds chirped on the branches, and the spring light dyed a gorgeous scene.

The whole courtyard was green and full of spring.

But this wasn't his room.

No, this wasn't his This Pill.

Hasebe sat down in the corridor, feeling lost.

He did not know why he was here, nor did he know why he was still alive!

Xiao Chen clearly did not want to recall anything. However, the scene that happened not long ago seemed to be permanently engraved in his saber. Every time he was distracted, it would automatically replay itself.

That was the first time he had participated in a battle after being left idle by the Inquisitor for a long time.

The other swords in the team were all better, rarer, and more skilled than him. Of course, they were also more trusted and loved by The Inquisitor.

Compared to them, his only advantage was that he had been in This Pill for a longer time.

Strictly speaking, however, the fact that he had arrived earlier proved that he was replaceable and unimportant.

He needed to prove to The Inquisitor that although he was neither rare nor outstanding, he was still reliable.

When the other swords were injured and could not participate in the battle, he would do his best to complete the task given by his lord. He would not let his lord down.

In the end, this promise that he had never spoken, but had always convinced himself and hinted at, supported him through the difficult time in This Pill when even the fourth troop could not participate in the battle. However, it was shattered in front of the opportunity he had been looking forward to.

Among the five swords and four swords, only he and one of the five swords in the world, Mikazuki Munechika, were left.

When he returned to This Pill with wounds all over his body, the other swords and sabers looked at him suspiciously. The Inquisitor's gaze was complicated.

He knew what they wanted to ask, and he was prepared to answer. However, no one talked to him about this matter.

The Inquisitor spent a lot of resources to treat Mikazuki's injuries.

The other swords and sabers were also concerned about Mikazuki's condition.

However, he was completely forgotten.

It seemed that when he left the battle, he was also on the battlefield with the other swords and sabers.

After waiting for a long time, The Inquisitor finally summoned him to his room.

He had a chance, a chance to clear his name.

He knelt there with great respect, waiting for The Inquisitor's arrival.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

I'm sorry I couldn't save them.

I'm sorry I'm not strong enough.

I won't plead with you to leave the battle again.

I won't secretly envy the other swords and sabers.

This time, you can let me wait as long as you want, as long as you come back to me.

However, The Inquisitor did not look at him from beginning to end. He did not even call out his name.

He only spoke in a cold, distant, and formulaic tone.

— — You must be very clear about the situation in Honmaru during this period of time.

I know that it was not your fault that we left the battle.

However, the other swords and sabers did not think so.

— — Everyone's performance has been terrible recently.

I think we need some new blood to change the current atmosphere.

— — Hasebe, do you understand what I mean?

The skeleton that had been supporting his world had collapsed.

Hasebe stared blankly at The Inquisitor's back. After a long time, he forced himself to answer.

— — As you wish.

The memory came to an abrupt end.

After that, he would be in this Shinmotomaru.

He was immersed in the memory of the past and once again made an unforgivable mistake. He actually pulled out his saber at The Inquisitor, whom he met for the first time.

This crime of offending his superior made him so frightened that he did not know what to do. In the end, he could only plead for mercy mechanically.

He knelt down, lowered his head, and pleaded with all his heart.

He did not know when it started, but he only knew how to say and do these things.

His new God's Inquisitor was not old, and his handsome face looked a little careless. He was completely different from the previous God's Inquisitor.

He said it was okay, but his eyes did not move.

The alienation and coldness that were engraved in his bones could not be concealed no matter how many smiles he had.

He did not even want to touch him.

Come to think of it, an abandoned defective product with no merits or achievements, what right did he have to ask The Inquisitor to spend money on him?

Thinking of this, Hasegawa lowered his head and pulled the stiff corners of his mouth, revealing a trace of a bitter smile.

He was clearly under the sun, but he only felt a chill.

"— — Hasebe ~ It's lunchtime ~"

Someone called his name not far away, and Hasegawa was awakened from his contemplation.

He slowly stood up and followed the new route to the dining room.

Gokusen Kanazane had already set lunch.

Hasebe felt a little ashamed.

As the initial saber of The Inquisitor of This Pill, Gokusen was too gentle and friendly.

He was just a guest who was borrowing this place, but he still received such careful and considerate care.

Hasebe could feel his kindness, but he did not want to have too much contact with him.

He did not ask anything and did not say anything, but his eyes were not naive under ignorance, but showed a kind of wisdom that saw through the world.

It was somewhat similar to his new The Inquisitor.

He did not like the feeling of being seen through and being vaguely pitied …

Hasebe sat down in silence and ate in silence.

Gokusen Kanazane talked about the process of forging The Inquisitor's saber and looked forward to his first mission in the near future.

Cut Long Hasebe was not listening, but his nerves had formed an instinctive reaction to the word "mission".

He abruptly stopped his action of picking up food and subconsciously repeated, "Leave the formation?"

"Yes." Gokusen Kanazane glanced at him strangely. "This Pill does not have much money left.

Although I told The Inquisitor not to worry, it seems to be of no use. "

"So …" The purple-haired Fu Mourning God clenched his fist, his clear blue-green eyes full of excitement. "For our first mission, we have to win beautifully!

Use solid force to build The Inquisitor's confidence! "

"…" Cut Long Hasebe lowered his eyes and forcefully crushed the spark that ignited in his heart.

Hasebe, don't expect anything!

As long as you expect something, you will be disappointed!

And he did not want to experience that kind of disappointment again.

*

Lunch passed in the same atmosphere as breakfast.

Gokusen Kanazane tried to talk to Cut Long Hasebe many times, but no matter what the topic was, Cut Long Hasebe looked uninterested.

This was Cut Long Hasebe!

Cut Long Hasebe, who always liked to take on everything and was super responsible for any work related to This Pill, what exactly did he go through to become like this?

"What a headache …" Gokusen couldn't help but sigh as he carried the bowls and plates back to the kitchen.

Thinking of Hasebe, Gokusen remembered that The Inquisitor had not come downstairs since he went back to his room to sleep after forging the knife.

Should he go and take a look …

Gokusen finished cleaning the kitchen and stood in the corridor thinking.

"Did I miss lunch?!"

Suddenly, a figure walked slowly from the courtyard in front of Gokusen. Slightly curly short black hair and beautiful black eyes of the same color. It was the person he was just talking about.

The Inquisitor was no longer wearing hunting clothes. Instead, he was wearing a light gray round-neck sweater and khaki casual pants. He looked even younger.

"Ah ah, my lord, are you hungry?"

Fu Mourning God came back to his senses and confirmed with the other party.

Ji Kai nodded without hesitation. "What are the dishes for lunch?!"

"Seafood risotto, teriyaki green sweet fish, enoki mushroom miso soup, stewed pumpkin."

"… …"

Ji Kai followed Gokusen into the kitchen with a satisfied look on his face. Together with Fu Mourning God, he brought his lunch to the dining room.

"I'm going to dig in!"

The Inquisitor put his hands together and began to eat like a hurricane. After a while, it was as if a typhoon had passed through, sweeping up all the food on the wooden table.

For a chef, what could be better than such direct feedback?

After a few meals, this had already become the most enjoyable daily scene for him to perform surgeries after washing and drying clothes.

"Oh right, Gokusen."

After Ji Kai solved his primary survival needs, he thought of something else. "I just checked the mailbox outside the door and found these."

He took out a stack of letters from his pocket and handed them all to him without any hesitation.

Gokusen Kanazane opened the letters one by one and read them carefully for a while. Then, he returned the letters to The Inquisitor.

"My lord, these are the assets that you have not received in the past two days."