I had to save the world to support my family

Like being immersed in an overly real horror dream, the sticky broken limbs between corruption and freshness lie at the door in a careless attitude, and the disgusting image is constantly enlarged on the retina .

I don't want to look closely, but I have to.

Novia felt her chest roll faintly.

It's not like she hasn't seen bloody scenes before.However, unlike the by-products of war and combat, this tragedy is more like a deliberate creation to ridicule morality, without any "meaning" - if you insist, it shows the author's rotten distortion soul.

"It wasn't made by Sanriyue."

The "heavy hand" she said before was judged by Komaeda's value standard, and at most it was nothing more than mercilessly cutting grass and roots.

"When he asked me to finish, I guessed. That person always hates trouble the most, and this time he helped me only because of the situation, and he will never do unnecessary things." Eliminate life-threatening factors ’, that’s all there is to it.”

Glancing around the room with lowered eyes, Novia pushed the door unhurriedly.

"Troublesome things, superfluous things, things that don't endanger life. Now, do you know what the overlap of the three is?" She had a complicated smile on her face, "The answer is, 'Determine the fate of the murderer. '."

Slender white fingers groped around the blood-stained wall and pressed a certain switch.The energy-saving lamps above the head turned on, and the warm light filled the whole room.

Standing in the corner of the room, Enoshima Junko was impatiently pinching her blond hair, not knowing whether she was stimulated by the light or amused by her words, she narrowed her eyes involuntarily at this moment.

"Senior, you are so humorous. What does it mean to decide the murderer's fate?"

Although he felt that the height of the visitor was somewhat inconsistent, Enoshima wisely decided not to worry about these details.She stroked the short skirt stained with black blood with her left hand, as if she was unaware of her own situation, her words and deeds were full of showing off.

"Really, this sweet taste of despair makes me excited!"

Amidst the sweet voice of the girl chirping, Novia saw her wand at a glance - the familiar small white wooden stick, lying obediently on the corner of the console as if it had just left her hand in the last second.

Noticing his gaze, Enoshima Junko stopped talking, and blinked his bright blue eyes in this direction.

"I really can't help it. If Senior wants to take away the things I keep here, then please do so."

Her appearance seemed to be extremely certain that Novia would not just let it go, at least she would ask about the whereabouts of other items - such as the few swords that she took good care of.Seeing through Enoshima's careful thinking at a glance, Novia was not in the mood to act with him, but manipulated the vines summoned by the illusion, and quickly rolled the wand over.

The moment the small wooden stick fell into the palm of his hand, an invisible warm current flowed down his right hand straight to his brain.The reassuring feeling of returning to her mother's womb made her sigh, and her whole body relaxed a lot.

Subconsciously tightening his five fingers, the delicate wand seemed to be delighted by the long-lost reunion, and sparkling red sparks spewed out from the tip of the wand.

She had no time to pay attention to the exclamations from the two people around her. With a flick of her wrist, she silently recited the first curse after getting back the weapon in her mind.

[Accio Heshikirihasebe! 】

At first, I was a little worried that the distance would be too far, and the Flying Charm wouldn't work.But soon it turned out that no matter what the situation was, this vibration of the sword would never let her down.

The dao whistling and flying from the night floated in front of her. She stretched out her hand, palm up, letting the cold scabbard slowly fall into the palm of her hand driven by the magic power, her face was full of scars that she didn't even notice. laugh.

"Come out, Hasebe."

The second after the order was issued, the warm palm of the white glove gently covered her outstretched right hand through the body of the sword, as if responding to an invitation to a dance party.

"Follow the Lord's orders."

The man lowered his head, his dark purple eyes stared at her intently and unblinkingly, two small reflections could almost be seen.

"During the time you left, I, Hasebe, have been waiting for you like this..."

He didn't mean to blame at all, but a shudder ran down his spine. At that moment, Novia couldn't even restrain the urge to apologize.

"It's my fault. It was too hasty to explain when we separated. Are you worried these days?"

"You have nothing to apologize for."

The man frowned in disapproval, not at her leaving without saying goodbye, but at the attitude of accusation and guilt.

Small flaws quickly gave way to more important matters. Hasebe looked around, and when he looked at the judge again, there was already a hint of excitement on his face, like love who was about to go out for a walk with his master. dog.

"So, what do I need to do this time? Burn down the temple and kill the retainers? Please order as you like!"

Komaeda Nagito quietly moved a little behind Novia with an inconspicuous movement.

"There is such a helper, this is too cheating, senior!" Enoshima Dunko stood on the spot, beating his chest and feet, looking unacceptable. "Wouldn't it be that I have no chance of winning at all?!"

"It's no longer a matter of winning."

The wand twirled deftly between her fingers, Novia waved her hand in disgust, and cast a disappearing spell at the bloody creation with intertwined limbs at the door.

"For the trial of murderers, will there be an acquittal? Anyway, I don't think about it."

"Senior, what are you talking about? Here, I didn't do anything tonight! Whether it's the security guards guarding you, or the scumbags from the student union, they have nothing to do with Xiao Dunzi~" She seemed to be hurt. Like an ordinary girl who was wronged, she said in an aggrieved tone, "I will stain my clothes, I want to make a good impression on my seniors!"

"Warblade skeleton?"

"Bingo!"

Enoshima Dunko snapped his fingers crisply, pointing gloatingly at the remaining dried blood on the floor.

"That sow, she can't do anything well, even when she's dead, she still smells so bad."

"……what."

Novia subconsciously reached out and stroked the sword behind her, trying to wipe away the dirty water that didn't exist.

"It was you who made her look like that."

"Please, what's the use of a killer who has lost his hand, is it a waste of food?" The accused pouted dissatisfiedly, and his golden twin ponytails twitched playfully in his ears, "Despair, despair~ Then, Let's just be more desperate~"

She suddenly stopped humming, her blushing cheeks looked like she was drunk, and she threw a charming sweet smile at Novia.

"Seeing the expression on the senior's face when he entered the door, I knew it was a success!"

"What was on your mind at that moment? Even if it's just a little bit, it's worth it if you can help Senior recognize himself!"

"My thoughts are written on my face, I'm almost about to say it," she smiled and beat herself to the beat, as if singing some popular nursery rhyme, "It's really hopeless—— —”

"..."

Involuntarily, Novia clenched Fu Sangshen's wrist beside her.

This Enoshima shield is simply an infinitely multiplying virus.As long as they are not completely wiped out, there will be one deadly plague after another sweeping across mankind.

【"Judgement" is such a troublesome thing, it would be great if Sankayue didn't throw it over. 】

Feeling Hasebe's worry and comfort, she tried to stand up straight and gave the former a bleak smile.

"It's fine. But, does Enoshima-san think that death is a relief?"

The girl who was leaning against the corner boredly straightened up a little, her expression seemed to be a little more serious.

"This is a girl's secret. It's the same as her age. You can't tell others easily."

Novia rubbed her temples, got out of the protection range of the knife, and approached with slow steps.

"It doesn't matter. Although I have experienced many things, this is the first time in this situation."

"you mean?"

"—to take the lives of others by virtue of one's own will."