Chapter 134

sin, and, punishment

Adding unnecessary trouble to someone else's work is certainly not something a responsible adult should do.

Dongshu's impression of this masked Russian man she had never met had now plummeted to its lowest point.

She lay weakly on Tsurumaru Kuninaga's back, feeling the increasingly bumpy ride, and patted his shoulder helplessly: "Walk properly, don't jump around, it's uncomfortable."

She didn't hold back, and the clear sound immediately drew the attention of Hasebe, who was standing nearby.

Before the hand that had slapped the other hand could recover from the pain, it was already being lifted up and blew on by the other person.

She was very careful, with heartache in her eyes.

Hasebe frowned: "Why bother, Master? Even if you can't provide transportation, you can just find someone else."

After the sky was restored, the scorching sun that followed had already dampened the young Saniwa's spirits, and now this guy was still causing trouble.

Hasebe saw everything, but since his master hadn't spoken, he could only silently bite his handkerchief inwardly. Now, he'd finally seized this rare opportunity—

"Let me take care of the transportation for my master!"

His eyes shone as he spoke with unwavering conviction and sincerity, and in a fleeting moment, Fuyuki seemed to see the ears twitching nimbly through his brown hair.

...It's just like a loyal little dog, no matter what.

Fuyuki blinked: "Okay, Hasebe will definitely be very composed."

"Hahaha... When it comes to composure, I, the old man, am not to be outdone."

Mikazuki Munechika suddenly appeared, his expression calm and composed.

The most beautiful blade wore a dignified and beautiful hunting robe, which suited him best, making him both handsome and sharp.

The carefully revealed gaze and profile view are enough to allow the young Saniwa to feel the absolute infatuation from her beauty from every angle.

At the same time, Gokoto quickly hugged a tiger cub and came over, saying nervously, "Master... I... I can do it too!"

He looked up at the winter tree, its golden eyes gleaming in the blazing sun, while the four little tigers at his feet responded with soft, meek calls.

Pretending to bare his teeth, Tsurumaru Kuninaga paused before he could gain any sympathy.

Tsk.

The person was still on his back, how could these guys have stolen him?

His expression turned pitiful, and he deliberately dragged out his voice: "Master, I'm sorry~"

But he only lasted three seconds before raising an eyebrow.

"It would be too boring to search in such a plain and uneventful way. Even a job can't be without some surprises."

"Heh." Hasebe forcefully pried open Tsurumaru Kuninaga's head, which was turned at an unbelievable angle. "Master is tired."

Yes, she was tired.

Dongshu agrees with this statement.

But a deep sense of powerlessness rose in her heart again. She looked at the two people facing off, silently lowered her head, and covered her ears: "Go, go."

At times like this, saying anything is useless; these guys are just stubborn to the death.

Whoever carries it, it's still carrying it.

As the surroundings quieted down, Fuyuki lifted her head and rested it on Tsurumaru Kuninaga's shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her eyes were unfocused as she spoke, lost in thought.

The surrounding buildings were rushing past, and the atmosphere of Yokohama had been completely restored. Everything looked as if someone had been there just a moment ago.

And indeed it is, at this moment the city awaits the return of all life.

Before that, Fuyuki must resolve the issue of his disordered abilities.

As the most important power system in this world, if the abilities of important figures lose their original effectiveness, the development of the timeline will inevitably be affected.

Fuyuki imagined what would happen if Dazai Osamu became a purely physical shield... At least he wouldn't be able to commit suicide anymore, and would have to rely on supernatural abilities... Hmm?

She shook her head violently.

No, no, this seems like it would make it easier to die...

She thought about her previous experiences of living in constant fear, terrified that the other person might accidentally die.

It seems that restoration is still necessary. With Dazai Osamu's intellect, the best approach would be to combine him with an ability that grants immunity to supernatural powers.

The problem doesn't lie with Atsushi Nakajima and his group, so the only remaining issue is the Russian they haven't officially met yet.

As Dongshu was thinking, she suddenly reached out and brushed aside the short white hair that was sticking up her face. She shifted her position, but still felt it wasn't enough, so she moved her head to rest on the other shoulder.

That feels good.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga sensed the movement and silently considered the possibility of getting his hair fixed.

"There's a fork in the road ahead."

Mikazuki Zongjin reminded him loudly.

Dongshu snapped out of his daze and looked closely: "Turn right."

Their breaths were getting closer and closer, the air currents brushing against their cheeks, but they didn't slow down.

At the same time, the aura detected after spreading out spiritual energy did not move; the other party remained in place, as if waiting for their arrival.

Dongshu was puzzled.

Whether the source of the chaos of supernatural abilities truly lies with the other person or not, she has to see it for herself.

"Is Master nervous?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga asked her with a smile in his voice.

Dongshu shook his head, then, remembering that the other person couldn't see him, said, "No."

The mission is almost over; she should be happy and excited rather than nervous.

The little stray dog ​​reshaped the world, and the data fluids that invaded the world were completely eliminated. People who did not belong to this world were also sent back to their own world by the world consciousness. Thus, the whole world became completely stable.

Her mission is over, and she can go back and rest for a while.

As one-third of the original body, her soul desperately wanted to return to the original body.

Her purpose in splitting off was to allow her to manage the main body of the citadel while simultaneously focusing her energy on three worlds that needed attention.

Once this world is dealt with, this reshaped entity will not have any major problems in the near future.

If anything goes wrong, she will definitely take back that world consciousness that always pretends to be a cute little paper doll and make it study with Him every day!

Fuyuki thought bitterly.

There are many aspects to current affairs research; I refuse to believe there isn't a book on the development of global consciousness.

...Perhaps one of her colleagues possesses a sense of global consciousness.

The more I think about it, the more wonderful my vacation time seems.

Fuyuki rubbed his eyes, and the whistling wind in his ears stopped; they had arrived at their destination.

The neat building doors were wide open, the interior was gloomy, and it was impossible to see what was inside from the outside.

Without hesitation, Dongshu got off the tree and went straight inside.

However, once inside, the scene before her instantly relaxed her tense nerves. Her lips parted for a long time before she managed to utter a sound:

"……How are you?"

"I'm fine." Fyodor smiled, and indeed, as he had been seen at first glance, he looked extremely sickly.

He stood upright against the wall, but his entire body was covered in red strips.

Fyodor was dressed in white, and the stripes looked like bright red blood spilled on a blood-soaked ground.

Extremely beautiful.

After he finished speaking, the open door slammed shut, leaving only the faint red glow emanating from the red stripes inside the gloomy, dark building.

At the same time, the sound of swords being drawn rang out around Fuyuki, and the atmosphere became tense.

"...It doesn't seem as safe as it appears on the surface."

She stood still, not rushing forward, and asked calmly, "Were you trapped here... or did you choose to stay here?"

The spiritual energy silently approached the red, strip-shaped object, trying to find out what it was, but strangely discovered that the aura emanating from it was exactly the same as that of the man.

In other words, this is part of him.

Have I trapped myself?

But judging from his expression, he showed no sign of panic. Did he do it himself?

Fuyuki didn't know the answer.

“Yes, we have everything.” Fyodor’s candor was unlike that of someone from a scriptwriting team. “I really need help.”

"Lucky lady who has come here."

He smiled and winked, his face becoming extremely charming.

"I don't know if you can help me leave here. These things are really bothering me. I can't do anything like this, which is such a pity."

He appeared extremely sincere, and the smile on his face did not fade.

Fuyuki: "..."

But she always had a feeling that she had been tricked.

"Master, should we deal with him?" Surprisingly, it was Goko-tsu who asked this question.

Fuyuki gently patted her head, completely suppressing the red glint in the little dagger's eyes.

"No, you can't take it back."

This guy can't die. Only when I got closer did I realize that he was supposed to be a villain, but he was actually a child chosen by the world?

That little stray dog ​​is just too loving.

Although my favorite character is the little tiger at Nakajima Atsushi who knows nothing, this affection is much more scattered compared to other worlds.

Just like her mother… A gentle touch floated into Fuyuki’s mind, a presence that poured all its love into her and Dresden.

Before she learned about the stray dog, in her mind, that was what the world consciousness should look like.

However, for a world consciousness that is like a child who has just been born, it is not possible to demand mature experience from it. Therefore, it is not surprising that it does whatever it wants, even if it divides its love into 1,008 parts and distributes them all.

"Don't you want to kill me?" Fyodor's voice was calm. "To you, I am like a sin that has existed for thousands of years. It is most appropriate to get rid of me on the spot."

"Even if you are guilty, it has nothing to do with me." This is not within her job scope.

Fuyuki reached out her hand, and Gokotai placed his true form in her palm.

Holding the dagger, she approached Fyodor, who was bound in red, step by step.

They were so close that the air around them was filled with spiritual energy.

Dongshu looked up and met his gaze, staring at his face for a long time before saying, "You are very good-looking."

Fyodor was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Really?"

To be suddenly complimented on one's looks by a child, especially in this kind of situation...

It was unexpected.

"Um."

After Fuyuki finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed the red stripes with one hand, while his other hand gripped the short knife tightly.

She was completely focused, and her spiritual energy followed her commands, coiling and rising upwards.

Only when you get this close can you see the black streaks mixed in with the naked eye.

Not purely...

She squinted.

This is not purely sin and evil.

Rather, it is about sin and punishment.

[Author's Note]

Someone trying to soothe a child: (laughs)

Fuyuki, who's become immune to good looks after seeing so many grotesque characters every day: ?