I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

"Even if the world turns over, even if history changes, Hoizumi remembers it."

Grabbing Kurumi's hand, Wuming pressed his palm to his chest.

"Because... the blood flowing here is my sister's blood."

"Does my sister know?"

"The only thing my sister said wrong was Hozumi's wish."

"Suizumi's wish is not to be full, it is the wish that my mother left to Suizumi."

"Hozumi's wish..."

"Hoozumi's wish is—"

"Please don't leave Hosuke."

Chapter 33 Make fun of little nameless every day, and... goodbye, Vauban

Across Eastern Europe, the Demon King who created countless disasters was defeated in the end.

The figure of the Marquis of Vauban could never again appear on the earth.

But... Kurumi didn't kill him.

It's not that Kuang San has no way to deal with the immortality of the dragon and snake - the resurrection of the Marquis of Vauban is not a resurrection coin after all, and with a snap of his fingers, he can be resurrected on the spot with full blood.

Imprisoned by the chains of Mandos, chopped a few times, injected with the scourge of the Black Plague, he will always wear out to death.

It's not that Kuangsanduo was cruel, and really threw the Marquis of Vauban to find Feino to chat.

Rather...

Looking at Baphomet's inorganic face, he finally put down the gun in his hand.

Rubbing Bafengte's long pale blond hair, and looking at the girl's puzzled appearance, Kurumi always had the illusion that he saw a transvestite.

"Later... Baphomet will understand."

That's your father, even though he made you out of vengeance.

"Praise my kindness." Kurumi looked down at the Marquis of Vauban, who was shrunk to the ground. "Or...hate my cruelty."

Sever the relationship between the Marquis of Vauban and all the powers with "every talisman must break the precepts", tearing apart the power he had obtained from the "circle of usurpation".

The Marquis of Vauban, who turned into a lonely ghost, was dying, but was hanged by Kuang San.

Those undead who had been enslaved by the Marquis of Vauban for eternity because of the "cage of servants of death" looked at him with hatred, and finally saluted Kuangsan and stepped into the underworld.

Kuang San opened the door to the Netherworld, and when he came back, Vauban's lonely soul had disappeared.

When Sacha Dejansdal Vauban woke up again, he froze for a moment.

This is the eighteenth century, the Balkans.

There was a tearing pain in the head, which was the sequelae of the soul that carried part of the memory being cut.

At this moment, Vauban is still the orphan who wandered without a father and a mother, not the notorious God-killing Demon King.

"Hey, stinky brat, if you stand in the middle of the road again, the uncle will run over it directly." The vicious groom whipped the whip on him, and he fled in embarrassment.

Vauban looked at the gray city in front of him.

"By the way... I have to go to the church to line up for relief food." Covering his burning wound, he walked to the church.

If even the senses and memory are blinded together, is the world in front of you really real?

Kurumi looked at Vauban's back, turned and left the world.

This place will be sealed by her, stagnant at the end of the time gap.

Here... no more gods of disobedience will be beheaded by him.

···

Wuming, who has restrained his sword intent, looks like an ordinary little girl, except... it has grown so much.

Even compared to Sakura, who was holding Kurumi's other arm, it was not too much.

The girls are busy shopping in the commercial streets of Kyoto.

A whole row of dazzling snow-white long legs, alluring curves are clearly visible.Even the fisherman was half-dressed, yawning and supported by Liliana.

The long light-brown-haired shrine maiden was standing at the intersection, waiting for the gods... and the demon kings who served in front of her.

The gods of disobedience and two demon kings appeared in Kyoto at the same time, and when the guys from the official history compilation committee heard the news, they almost wanted to buy a plane ticket to escape the country under their feet.

If this group of people fights, the island will sink.

Even after the Bronze Black Cross sent them a letter, the group of old men still looked trembling.

As we all know, the god-killing demon kings are the center of the disaster.No matter which magic club it is, they will try their best to urge their own demon king to harm other people's territory.

Now there is a group! ?

The old men felt that they were about to be scared out of a heart attack.

Standing at the crossroads, Yuri Wanligu was wearing a white top with small sleeves and a crimson pleated skirt, and was tangled in the tie around his waist.