Three-day moon in Wang Caili [Comprehensive]

20 years is a long enough time.

Although I had a very pleasant time "over there" and not many troublesome things happened, the trouble is that the 20 years there may have only passed about two days here in Honmaru.

Jinjian also couldn't tell what was wrong and what was wrong, but there was a knot in his heart, and he felt that Sanriyue would not be good if it continued like this.

He was still talking solemnly, and continued to think in his mind.

But he didn't want to, Sanri Yue Zongjin listened to him, and finally answered a sentence unhurriedly: "How is the tea this time?"

Jin Jian: "Hey, hey? Uh... very fragrant! It seems very expensive."

"Of course." Sanri Yuezong rolled his eyes, "This is a gift from the king."

"king……"

Paused for a few seconds.

"King!!! Is it Your Highness Jill!!!"

"Yes~"

"Great! You met His Royal Highness Jill, how is he? Hey, wait, isn't he human..."

No, just use one sentence, Jinjian's attention was completely diverted by Mikazuki Zongjin.

Mikazuki Zongjin told him about his experience this time, making Jinjian completely forget about the topic just now.

Subsequently.

"It's time to start grilling fish—San Riyue! Jin Jian! Don't just sit there, come here."

Mutsu Mori not far away shouted at them.

"Okay, here we go—"

This time, the topic about Wang also stopped.

Sanri Yuezong put down his teacup, slowed Jinjian a few steps, and then stood up.

When standing up, the slanted shadow from under the sleeve covered the slightly shaking tea, making a floating tea seem to be under pressure, and slowly sank.

"Come here~"

He walked towards his companion.

……

What Imaiken said is correct, Mikazuki Zongjin stayed in the first world where he wandered for nearly 20 years.

But it's different from the active search with a clear purpose now - at that time, his memory was completely blank, he didn't even know who he was, and he didn't have any information accumulated from people who knew him.

I don't know why I'm here.

I don't know what to do or where to go.

With his heart almost blank, he met a king named Gilgamesh.

Not long ago, I seemed to feel that every companion living in another world may get a unique story or bond that belongs only to them...

——And this is the story of Mikami Tsukimune.

Happened a long time ago.

*****

"..."

Dao soon realized that the situation he was in was a little strange.

Waking up from the inexplicable and chaotic darkness, he appeared in an extraordinarily grand and bright hall, and suddenly got a master who awakened him.

Immediately afterwards, he was inexplicably touched again, and must hold the other knife that came into sight in his hand.

It’s weird.

He felt that he shouldn't be in this place, except for the dagger that he held in his hand as he wished, nothing could bring him a familiar feeling.

Including the "master" who always sits high.

He has never been here before, and he can't even understand the language spoken by the people here, and he can't communicate. He can only talk to himself, or guess the meaning based on the other person's movements and expressions...

Too much trouble.

Logically speaking, trying to figure it out, try to communicate with strangers, and understand the current situation—including trying to retrieve his memory, are the most important things he should do.

But Dao felt that not only was it troublesome, but he probably didn't need to be so anxious.

After all, the "Master" had a face-to-face meeting with him in public, and after talking for a long time, the communication was fruitless. After they looked at each other, it seemed that he had lost interest in him who had changed from a knife to a "human being". Take care of him.

Specifically, he took away the short knife that gave him a familiar feeling, and before he stood in front of the "master" for a long time, someone came up and led him to an empty room.

The place where we are now is very wide.

The building clusters are close together, although they are not towering, they give people a sense of grandeur and magnificence.

There are many people inside, both men and women, but the man seems to be guarding, while the woman shuttles through the building, doing nothing, just like the woman leading him.

Dao has been observing all the way, but he can't find out what this place should be called from his empty "common sense" reserve.

No way, he basically forgot all his common sense.

It was not until later that he observed the results.It turns out that this place is called the "Imperial Palace", a place where only the king of a country can live. The men who can be seen everywhere in the palace are patrolling guards, and the women are the king's maids.

Following the maid who led him around to the room, Dao immediately concluded that this might mean that he would live here in the future.

The king—his blond-haired, red-eyed owner—wasn't going to take him with him as a weapon, just throw him anywhere and leave him alone.

"I was abandoned?"

Knife meditated alone.

Maybe not.

Because although the master threw him aside and didn't take care of him anymore, a maid came to take care of him from time to time.

The fastest thing Dao discovered was that he seemed to be quite bad at taking care of himself, and his hands-on ability was very poor.After transforming into a human form, he wore this suit layer by layer. At first, he didn't even figure out how to take it off, and he looked extraordinarily clumsy.

In the end, it was the maids who helped him take it off, and they also prepared him new clothes that were easy to put on and take off, which made Tomo very happy.

He is very adaptable to the situation where others help him sort out. He is not uncomfortable at all, but seems to be used to it.

He was happy, and because of the language barrier, he smiled at the women who helped a lot to express his gratitude.

Every time he laughed, the women would see a blush on his pretty face.

They also knew that he couldn't understand the language here, so they could whisper in front of him without any hesitation, holding their faces together and looking at him from time to time while speaking.

Women: "&%￥%#￥￥&..."

Knife: smile, smile.

Just like that, it didn't take long for him to be treated even better as he squatted quietly in the room.

Someone took care of him, someone brought him food, and of course, someone said something he couldn't understand, and boldly reached out to touch him...

In short, except for the "master" who regards him as air, the days after waking up are good everywhere.

If it is an abandoned knife, it must not enjoy such meticulous care, right?

Knife thinks so.

But—if he was really abandoned by his master, and encountered such a major event that can be called a disaster for the sword, he thought about it, but he didn't feel sad in his heart.

If the weapon has an idea, it will naturally have incomparable reliance and trust on the master, and if it is abandoned, it will either be deeply hit and confused, or it will hate the master excessively.

"Well, then I'm probably not a normal knife."

Dao continued to talk to himself, unexpectedly digging out one of his important characteristics in such a relaxed and happy way.

The master ignored him, and he had no psychological burden.

Staying in the residence specially assigned to him, and not going out, Dao put most of his energy on the short knife.

The feeling of familiarity did not gradually fade with the passage of time, although it did not deepen, but Dao, who had lost his memory, believed that it should be his "companion".

In other words, the short sword should also be like him, which can change from a dead blade to a human form.

This is what he thought, and the possibility of judging this guess by intuition is very high, but in practice, the difficulty is much higher than he thought.

For a while, Dao couldn't find a way to wake up his companion.

He himself was awakened by the blood of the "master".

The man's fingertips were pierced by his blade, and the blood containing extremely powerful force soaked into his body, thus awakening his consciousness.

Here, he began to try, and let the short knife cut his finger.

Seemingly human-like blood leaked out. Unexpectedly, the blood failed to silently soak into the blade of the dagger, but slid down the sides of the blade in an unusual manner, and fell straight to the ground.

"How is this going?"

He was a little confused, and after trying several times, the result was the same, so he had to continue thinking.

"Could it be..."

After a long period of silence, he lowered his eyes and looked at the wet blood remaining in front of his feet.

I don't know if he saw it wrong, or if the slight blood stains were mixed with the dust visible to the naked eye, the blood stains seen in the eyes looked slightly dim under the refraction of the light.

It seems that there is really a deep dark light flowing in it.

The plan to awaken the dagger with his own blood has failed many times, and the dagger no longer does useless work.

It's not that he gave up so simply, it's just that he put this matter aside for the time being before finding further clues.

After a leisurely and comfortable day, he started the steps that should have been carried out in the first place.

First of all, when the language is still difficult, he uses his movements to guess and communicate with the women who are already very familiar with him.

—Can you take me out for a walk?

After gestures and strokes, the meaning was finally conveyed.

He didn't have to worry about failure, because, with just a smile, the somehow agitated women led him out of the room with only a moment's hesitation.

Dao stayed in a room that wasn't too narrow or too spacious for so many days, and almost never went out. This time, he finally came out to breathe.

Said to go out for a walk, the maid took him around the inside of the palace, which naturally took a long time, almost half a day.Except for the king's palace, which is located at the highest point, the rest of the places have been transferred.

Yes, the imperial palace is composed of countless building complexes, but only the king's meeting hall and bedroom are at the highest point where everyone can only look up. They are connected by long stone stairs from the bottom to the top, and they are above everything.

They didn't go up, they just took a look from a distance in front of the stone ladder.

Of course Dao remembered that he was led down from the highest point not long ago.

What does the "master"'s palace look like, and some impressions. What does the "master" look like? Well, I took a look at it at the time, and I still have a little impression now, but I can't say how deep it is.

Dao didn't feel guilty at all for forgetting the honor of "Master", but he took this opportunity to think, after so long, should he take the initiative to visit "Master".

The dagger seemed unable to wake him up by itself, the palace seemed unable to get out, and the "master" seemed to ignore him. Such a situation was really bad.

Thinking of this, Dao quickly made a decision.

—Can I go and see the master?

There was no immediate response to this inquiry. After the maids understood what he meant, they looked at each other, expressing that they had to inform the king first.

OK.Dao had no objection, and returned to the peaceful state of squatting in the room before, waiting calmly.

Waiting and waiting, waiting for three or four days in a row, but in the end, there was no response.

It seemed that the "master" really forgot about him and didn't care at all.

knife:"……"

He was not angry, and his emotions didn't fluctuate much. He just lowered his head and thought: "Well."

In this case.

It seems that there is no other way.

Other than continuing to stay in the room and not going out, the only option is——

Or take the initiative to find the "master".

Knife decisively ignores certain presumably important blocking factors.

He really went out and was not stopped by the maids, after all he couldn't understand what they were saying.

In view of the fact that the place is really easy to find, the huge landmark building is just above the head, and even the effort of asking for directions is directly omitted.

The stone ladder that looked as if it went straight to the sky was right under his feet, and he stepped on it, not in a hurry, and walked up step by step.

In the process of climbing, it is inevitable that someone wants to stop him.

However, perhaps it was because the innocent and bewildered expression on his face when he looked up made the blocker dumbfounded, he couldn't help but pause, feeling a little at a loss for a while.

When I was dazed again, the blue-haired young man who looked different from the locals but was still beautiful had already walked up calmly.

The "master" is at the top.

It took a long time for the knife to climb up to the top of the ladder.

The palace supported by neat and tall stone pillars came before the eyes, bringing the unspeakable splendor into the field of vision. Standing here is like stepping on the clouds that ordinary people have no chance to climb.

However, he only glanced at it superficially, and was not attracted by the beauty of the foreign objects, so he walked forward leisurely as he thought.

The gates of the palace were closed.

For some reason, there was no sign of the guard in front of the door.

Quiet.

It was like the silence carefully and deliberately vacated by others, surrounding the entire palace with extra gentleness.

Those who come here unintentionally will probably be affected by the silence that permeates the air, hold their breath more cautiously, and then leave as soon as possible, and don't want to let the sound of their own breathing and footsteps disturb the peace.

but--

"Boom!"

The knife broke the silence without hesitation.

Although the movement range when pushing the door was relatively small and did not make too much noise, in the original quiet environment, no matter how small the sound was, it would suddenly amplify at this moment.

The inward propagation of the sound is especially serious.

--boom.

--boom.

--boom.

Just like this, starting from a point in front of the door, layers spread like invisible waves.

The echo collided with the resplendent palace wall, and together with the widening narrow light that entered into it with the opening of the door, it came to the man sitting recliningly on the innermost golden throne.

"..."

Undoubtedly, Dao also saw that figure that was made even more eye-catching by the light.

Men's blond hair is the most striking.

Just like soft gold, it is a bit brighter than the sunshine falling among the clouds in the early morning.

But such brightness and brilliance are not bright, pure and flawless.

The gloom that offset it came from the red eyes that were slowly opening under the blond hair.

These eyes, which belonged to the king, naturally contained a deep-rooted arrogance and aloofness.

There is also the indifference of treating others equally, the displeasure of being interrupted for a rare nap, and, after seeing who is coming, a glint of darkness flashes through the red.

"Bastard, who allowed you to come and disturb this king without authorization."

Wang opened his eyes and said lightly.

"Sorry to disturb your rest."

The knife stopped at the door said softly.

It is still impossible to communicate normally, but it is a coincidence that what they said still partly overlaps.

He didn't come in in a hurry, and temporarily stood at the door, looking at Wang who was just staring at him coldly.

At this time, he should salute—if he still had common sense about "etiquette" in his memory, he would definitely do so.

But it was because there was none that he stood still.

After the sound of pushing the door, the palace returned to silence again, but the atmosphere was completely different from before.In such a depressing atmosphere, he was the only one who didn't feel anything, looking directly into Wang's scarlet eyes, let alone be afraid.

Him: stare.

Wang: Indifference.

Him: Keep watching.

Wang: You frowned slightly.

He: I still don’t think there’s anything wrong, just stare.

king:"…………"

"come over."

The meaning of this sentence, the knife immediately understood.

Although the man on the throne only uttered these words without any unnecessary movements, he could guess it.

Immediately, he walked over with an unchanging calmness in his steps.

He didn't flinch from the throne, which symbolizes dignity and loftiness, nor did he bend his knees because of the arrogance of the man on the throne—it wasn't just because he lost his memory.

Came, approached, stopped.

At such a close distance, and looking at the man in front of him openly again, Dao remembered that he had only made the decision to come to the "master" before, and didn't even think about what he would say when he came.

Well……

——It doesn’t matter what you say?

After all, you can't understand anything.

So, he took the usual method: he showed at least a somewhat sincere smile to the man in front of him who couldn't tell how serious his expression was.

……

Did the smile work?

Probably worked.

Dao naturally realized it a long time ago. The man who watched him approaching without even changing his posture raised his eyes calmly, his eyes were naked and naked.

The man is also looking at him openly, but this form of looking at him is different from what he just did.Whether it is the mood or the way, it is different.

He was slightly stunned for a moment, savoring in the dark for a long while before he vaguely understood what kind of eyes it was so close at hand.

——Looking at your "things".

It's a bit like he looked at the clothes he took off from himself before. Even if he couldn't tell the value, he could feel that it should be very luxurious.

Of course, only "kind of like".

When a man looks at him, he obliterates and takes for granted the fact that he himself has consciousness and independence.

There is appreciation in the eyes.

"In terms of appearance, it's really good... Well, I didn't expect this king to praise such a mere weapon."

There are more picky eyes.

"It's just that the character is really bad."

Once the word was settled, without the knowledge of the knife itself, the king asserted that he was a weapon with an empty appearance and an unpleasant personality.

"Leaving you alone is the punishment for offending the king, and it can be regarded as tolerance. In the end, do you want to find it again?"

"..."

Inexplicably, even if he still didn't understand what the other party was saying, Dao didn't like the way men looked at him.

A man is his "master", so it doesn't seem to be a problem to look at him as if he were looking at private property.

But he just felt vaguely displeased.

There seemed to be an undercurrent in my heart that began to surge uneasily, and an inexplicable emotion spread in my chest.Just like what he felt when he was ups and downs in the endless darkness before he was awakened—discomfort.

There is a tendency to leak out.

The man was still looking at him and talking lightly.

"—"

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab the silent blue-haired youth.

However, before the man does it.

Knife: "What do you want me to do? Oh, could it be—"

He smiles.

Immediately afterwards, very neatly, she sat on the blond man's lap, taking him directly as her own chair.

Turn it into the original and let me take a look——

The king who originally said so: "..."

Coincidentally.

At the gate of the palace, the guard maid, who would be furious if the king was disturbed and rested, rushed over, and when she raised her eyes, she saw a rather eye-catching scene:

Wang Anran was sitting upright, with an exotic beauty sitting on his lap.

"........."

"I'm sorry! King! I interrupted you! We're leaving now! Please continue!"

"...What are you thinking in your stupid minds, tell me clearly!"