I had to save the world to support my family

After handing over the potion to Hasebe, the meaning of this time shift was finally completed.

In view of the fact that the past self would jump directly from Chaldea to the early morning of tomorrow, and then leave in the morning, Novia, who did not plan to meet another self, rubbed the back of her right hand, and had already made up her mind.

[It happens that I can't show up at Honmaru tomorrow morning.Well, let's do it again. 】

【Σ(дlll) time and space jump? !But you have gone back once, huh?Moreover, it is also troublesome to always have placement errors like this 〒▽〒】

[Time error... I'm carrying the converter issued by the current affairs close to me, you should study it more, you can't give up eating because of choking. 】

【So why are you so persistent QAQ】

【…】

What to say?

"I'm a little worried", it's not such a flimsy thing; "I suspect that last time's efforts were just a drop in the bucket, even if I got the information, the balance of power is still too disparate", it seems sad to say that, it seems that her attempt has nothing significance.

Novia shrank in her room, pursing her lips with complicated emotions.

[If I don't see the result with my own eyes, I will never feel at ease. 】

Closing earplugs and listening to mantras is not suitable for use in quiet nights, so she can only be careful to watch the candlestick next door, and her movements are lighter than a feather falling on the ground.After drawing the familiar magic circle for more than half an hour, she rubbed her sore waist to put away the brush and solution, and stood on tiptoe in the center of the circle.

The ending I'm fighting for... please, it must be successful.

The magical blue light flashed away, distorting the girl's slender figure.

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"By the way, should we go out?"

Except for Sanriyue Zongjin who was always motionless as a mountain, the rest of the swords rarely gathered in one place, sitting or standing in the backyard, with short knives chasing and frolicking beside them.

The one in question is the press-cut long valley part leaning against the post.Looking at the younger brothers not far away, Yizhen showed a gentle smile: "That's not bad. There are only a few of us in Honmaru now, so it's too empty."

Knowing that he meant to go to the battlefield to find some swords to bring back, the candlestick on the porch snorted softly.

"My lord has no intention of forging knives at all, and I don't know if I don't want to add new people. But if I say that I'm going to attack handsomely, I won't lose to anyone!"

"Hey hey, don't be so nervous," the blue short-haired Taidao reconciled the atmosphere in a good voice, and rubbed the long-unused sword with his right hand, "But I won't hand over my head to others easily, it seems The competition will be fierce."

Whispering, "I'm starting to look forward to it", Yiqi Yizhen turned his attention to another colleague who was suddenly silent.

"Hey, don't you talk? Although he said 'just fulfilled his mission', but when the record was the best, it was obvious—"

"...Don't talk nonsense, a task is a task, and I won't compete like a child."

Hasebe cut off Taidao's words forcibly, folded his arms around his chest, and stared stiffly at the lush green trees beside him: "Instead of discussing this here, why not ask her."

Speaking of the examiner who went back to his room after breakfast, the other two sword strikes subconsciously looked at Candlestick Che, who was more intimate.As a result, the latter suddenly stood up as if he was suddenly reminded of something important: "Is it already this time...?! Really, it's almost too late for lunch——"

Obviously thinking that cooking is more important than going out, the golden-eyed Fu Sangshen nodded hurriedly to his two colleagues, and rushed towards the kitchen wrapped in a gust of wind.

Yizheng and Hasebe looked at each other in blank dismay, and no one spoke for a while.Until Da Dao began to cast his sights on the ignorant and ignorant little short knives, Brother Yi Qi finally couldn't sit still.

"Forget it, let me ask."

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The sound of footsteps from far to near echoed in the corridor, and the well-mannered young man stepped on a constant step, and finally stopped in front of a certain wooden door.

The outstretched right hand has well-defined bones, is slender and white, and seems to be unpolished and weak, but contrary to the porcelain-like appearance, it does have the power to cut through gold and stone with a knife.When Kankan touched the door, he suddenly withdrew it, carefully trimmed the stand-up collar of the military uniform, the ribbon on the shoulders, smoothed out a wrinkle in the corner of the clothes, and then knocked on the door softly.

"My lord?"

No one answered, and I knocked a little harder and knocked twice.

However, the house was still silent.Can't help thinking "when did you go out?", the young man hesitantly withdrew his hand and took a step back, wondering where to find her.

Hmm, maybe it's a good idea to follow along with the candelabra cut for lunch?

Before he could figure out whether it would be better to just ask someone else to tell the story, the door in front of him creaked and slowly slid open.

The windows seemed to be closed tightly, making the room very dark.Compared with the bright corridor where Taidao was in, which was soaked by the noon sun, the residence of the god judge seemed to have cut a corner from some ominous place, and an invisible wind was blowing along the open door.

... Was this room like this before?

Yizheng narrowed his expression in the first phase, and bowed his head to the person who opened the door: "My lord."

The man didn't answer.

It's just that I haven't seen each other for a day... Why, this feeling is so different from the girl who smiled and handed Akita flowers?

He gritted his teeth and raised his head to meet her eyes.

——Ah, this expression is very familiar.

Obeying his nature, he showed a comforting smile, and the young man explored in the abyss of memory.When I first came to this Honmaru...the sleeping child curled up sideways under the promenade, wrapped in morning dew...the maverick Mikami Tsukimune and the priest whose patience was gradually exhausted...suffering in the near-freezing atmosphere , The door was suddenly pulled open.

She didn't expect that there were people in the room at all, and before the girl who lowered her head saw them clearly, she didn't even have time to hide the expression on her pale face.

Fatigue, apathy, a sense of alienation that has nothing to do with you.But there was still a spark in those silent eyes, telling others that there was still something supporting her.

During this period of time, he watched the little flame jump up and almost thought that those dark emotions had disappeared.But now—

The interrogator leaning against the door frame stared at him with ashen-like cold eyes without saying a word.

"It's all right, my lord." The young man softened his voice. Although he had no idea, he tried his best to comfort her, "Is it a nightmare? It's okay now... Don't worry, we will protect you."

Touched by which word, the black-haired girl tilted her head slightly, and her eyes fell on the main body of the Taidao worn by her side.

"Ah... yes, every episode is a hit."

As if she had finally escaped from the unbearable dream, she took a deep breath trembling, and raised her hands to cover her face.

"My lord? Are you uncomfortable, do you want me—"

"It's okay, it will be fine in a while..." A broken voice escaped from between the fingers, "I know that the probability of success is slim, but I still can't accept the tragic ending... Sure enough, I'm still too fragile... ..."

Yiqi stood aside a little at a loss.When the girl's mood calmed down a bit, he took out the handkerchief he carried with him from his arms, and tentatively handed it over.

"It seems that this is the only thing you can do. Maybe you don't want to tell me what makes you sad?"

Novia put down her right hand that was covering her face, and shook her head slightly at him.

"No, I... am not crying."

As she said, the cheeks covered with a thin layer of sunshine are dry and soft, not the tear-filled embarrassment that Yiqi Yizhen imagined.He withdrew his hand in some surprise, and looked at the judge with difficulty and gave a wry smile to this side.

"It's just that I don't want you to see that ugly expression."

She stood up straight, as if the matter was simply over.Taking the initiative with his usual brisk tone, the interrogator put on a frivolous smile and began to ask questions.

"So, what's the matter with me?"

"About the battle." Yiqi Yizheng answered subconsciously, but his mind had long been out of it. "Everyone is looking forward to it, so I want to ask about your arrangement."

long silence.

He listened to her shallow breathing.

"...Are you going to fight?"

"After all, we are swords, this is a matter of course."

"Is everyone looking forward to it?" She murmured between her lips and teeth, and the smile on her face suddenly took on a hint of self-deprecation, "Sorry, Mr. Yiqi."

"you--?"

"I reject."

Novia bit the syllable and repeated it clearly.

"I refuse, I will not let you play."

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One issue, one shock: The feeling of dominating a chapter, for some reason, is not as good as I imagined :(