[Seraphim of the End]Ajura Maru Motoki

The sound of grinding echoed in the huge basement, and the young man sat on the bench with focused eyes.Although it is doing rough work like polishing the scabbard, it is pleasing to the eye for some reason.During the polishing process, he touched the polished surface with his fingertips from time to time, his brows were slightly frowned, and sometimes the corners of his lips were slightly raised.In that way, it seems to be completely out of the limitation of time.

Shuerza's calmness made Arthura secretly startled. It has been 30 years since he entered the underground laboratory that day.In the past 30 years, apart from meals and a short rest, Shuerza only forged.Continuous research and continuous modification, the pursuit of absolute perfection.The monthly fresh blood is sent by Arthura, and the rest of the time Arthura has nothing special, just sits in the back and watches quietly, really boring and has Noah as a pastime to relieve fatigue.The days passed were peaceful and stable.

"Sir Shuerza, I think it would be better if this place should be a little wider, I see..." After all, Asera couldn't help breaking the long silence, and his slender fingertips outlined the Gently swipe across the draft, his brows and eyes droop slightly, as if a heart has been cast in his own conception.His train of thought was interrupted, but Shuerza was not annoyed, his eyes moved back and forth following Arthura's fingers, and finally stayed between Arthura's eyebrows and eyes.To be honest, apart from True Ancestor and Noah, that bastard who always loves to find fault with him, Asera was the first person to discuss with Shuerzha. Others are often afraid that their remarks will touch their own backs and choose to remain silent. , When he realized it, he was already alone. Faced with such a situation, he didn't bother to ease the relationship with other blood races. He thought "it's better to be like this" and slowly drifted away in the lonely and empty ocean. sink.But now, like a hallucination, a person is gradually approaching him, blending into his life at an imperceptible speed, Shuerza hooked his lips, "The idea is good, but unfortunately there are some shortcomings , if this place is improved..." The two of them discussed like this, and the terrible silence was unknowingly broken like this.

After some conversation, both of them were hearty, and Arthura sat next to Shuerza on a whim, their clothes almost touched each other, even their skins touched.It wasn't until the end of the conversation that Asera realized that the extremely aggressive aura belonging to Shuerza rushed towards her face, and her cheeks turned red for a moment.Except for Krulu Yasera, it was the first time that she was so close to other people for a long time.Almost immediately, Arthura looked away from Shuerza.

Looking at the boy who suddenly stopped talking, Shuerza used a pen to revise the previous plan according to the results of their discussion.The slender fingers hold the pen holder, allowing the thin nib to slide according to his wishes, and the fonts that fall wherever he goes are gorgeous without losing the atmosphere, and the atmosphere does not conceal the sharpness.The tone was as unpredictable as ever, "You seem to have always called me 'Master Shuerza', don't you consider changing the name? It feels good after listening to it a few times, but it gets boring after too many."

Asera was slightly taken aback, obviously Shuerza's attention was on that piece of paper, but at this moment he had the illusion that Shuerza's gaze was always on him.Use a smile to relieve the pressure in your heart, "Then what do you want me to call you, Master Shuerza?" For some reason, Asera always thinks of some weird names. After all, the blood race is not a restrained race, they are often changeable and charming There are thousands of nicknames, those cute nicknames that make the hairs stand on end just thinking about them are countless.

Unexpectedly, Shuerza pressed his pen against his chin, seemed to really think about it for a moment, then tilted his head childishly, "Probably like Shuerza or something else." Thinking of something, the smile on Shuerza's lips widened, "However, it's okay to call me Father~"

Call Shuerza by his first name?It's not like Arthur has provoked the wrath of the blood clan at this moment. Others only call him "Sir Shuerza". It would be too eye-catching for him to call him by his name. He is not Shuerza, and he is not too powerful. He doesn't want to be this early bird.What's more, this title has crossed the boundaries of honor and inferiority.The difference between the third ancestor and the first ancestor is not just one word.Then we have to...

"My lord father!" A crisp voice that belonged only to young people floated from Arthur's lips.Hearing this sound, Shuerza stopped suddenly, turned his head, and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, even the curvature of his lips was a little far-fetched.The boy in front of him was beyond his expectation again... The address he came up with was obviously just to tease the boy, but he was the one who made things difficult for him in the end!

The lifespan of the blood race is much longer than that of humans, and it is precisely because of this that they have more time and experience to complete one thing seriously.Once again Arthur asked, Father, what can be done in 100 years?Shuerza thought for a while, probably... forge a knife. 100 years, almost exhausted a human life, can only forge a knife.

Just as Shuerza estimated, he made the container for Noah himself, and it has indeed been used for more than a hundred years. Asera doesn't know the exact number, just like people don't count them one by one when they eat. How many rice grains do you eat?It wasn't until seeing that the former heir of the Hiiragi family became the head of the Hiiragi family, with gray hair and wrinkles at the corners of his eyes in the following days, Arthura was startled by the passage of time.

More than 100 years were enough for Shulza to perfect the vessel, which takes the shape of a knife.If it wasn't for Noah's disappearance, Asera really couldn't believe that the leopard-like boy was really stored in it.The hilt of the knife is black, like the longest and thickest night, and there is a little gold at the end of the hilt, just like the stars in the night, brilliant and dazzling.The scabbard is made of the same material as the handle, with simple patterns engraved on it. Although Shuerza is not a sculptor, this does not hinder the atmosphere of his casting of the knife.As a weapon, a weapon that stores and squeezes the power of the ghost, the fine carving is just a by-product, and the meaning of its existence is to kill all the enemies blocking the way in front of it.

Pulling out the blade, Shuerza casually threw the scabbard aside.The outer ring of the blade is also black, like the purest obsidian.The inner circle is red, like narrow eyes from hell, full of hostility.When his fingertips slowly slid across the blade as thin as a cicada's wing, the knife, which was no different from an ordinary weapon, suddenly trembled. It didn't seem like fear, but like some kind of fierce beast that was about to try, carrying evil spirits, and let out a deep roar , as if yearning for the baptism of blood.Shuerza raised his lips slightly, which is very similar to Noah.Then--

It was a sudden stab, the sharp blade pierced directly into the flesh, and the splashed blood splashed on the side of Shuerza's face. The man's smile remained unchanged, and he slowly pulled the knife out of the wound as if admiring a work of art.Without the obstruction of the blockage, the blood flowed out at an accelerated rate, one drop after another, the precious blood of the First Ancestor fell to the ground, but Shuerza himself remained indifferent.

It took several minutes for the blood to stop, which was obviously unreasonable.Shuerza's massive blood loss made the entire almost enclosed space permeated with a blood-sweet smell, and even Arthura couldn't help turning his eyes red.The blood of the first ancestor is fatal to any kindred below its rank.

"Ah, finally——successful." As if he finally confirmed his conjecture, Shuerza breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the knife in his hand that was still dripping with his own blood, with a look of extreme satisfaction, "It can kill The weapon of the blood race."

I don't know if it was Arthura's illusion, but he always felt that the blood entwined on the blade was gradually decreasing as it slid down the blade. The black and red knife, the deep red blood, was really a weird scene.When the last drop of blood disappeared on the surface of the knife, the blade trembled again in Shuerza's palm, like a satiated beast eating the delicious food in the bowl and salivating for the delicious food in the pot.What a greedy guy.

"Noah must be very unwilling, after all, he was played by his father again and again." Perhaps it was because of fun, but Arthura retained this name for Shuerza. "Noah? No." Xiuer raised his eyebrows, and wiped the blood from his palm on a silk handkerchief, "Ghosts imprisoned in ghost weapons have no memories of their lives at all. They only suffer from their own blood." Driven by desire [簟] desire. Only in this way will it be better to deal with people who hold weapons." In general, the so-called ghost weapon is a double-edged sword, which is not completely beneficial to the owner, nor is it completely beneficial to the ghost. Naturally, Erza would not be so kind as to give away a sharp weapon that could seriously injure himself. This was a new game for Shuerza.Is it the owner's awareness that subdues the ghost, and uses the ghost's power to squeeze the value of the ghost, or is the owner bewitched by the ghost and finally taken away by the ghost with the ghost weapon to take the opportunity to rebirth.

"Since that's the case, then Noah who has lost his memory can't be called 'Noah'?"

"Ah, that's right." Shuerza wrapped the blade with the scabbard again regardless of the restlessness of the weapon in his hand, "So, I named it 'Night'." The sky was as dark as a night covered by dark clouds.

Seeing Arthura's half-understanding eyes, Shuerza bent down and rubbed Arthura's soft hair, "I've stayed underground for a long time, let's go to eat together." Unknowingly, already I am used to this child staying by my side, so familiar that I remember this child's breath and every look in his eyes.This feeling is really unexpected novelty.

The author has something to say:

The countdown to the chapter where I become a ghost has started~ This chapter is probably the one where the relationship develops the fastest? *(o╰╯o) I'm so awesome, doesn't the cutie consider hitting me with something? <(￣3￣)>For example, cute little mines or something~