How can our black king be so arrogant!

Strolling past a certain street corner, Suzuki looked at a crack in the wall, the depth of the meandering crack exuded a gloomy and cold feeling even in summer.

"What's the matter?" Looking at Ling Ji who suddenly stood there and stopped walking, Feng also stopped in a good-tempered manner, and approached Ling Ji first.

Pointing her finger at the gap, Suzuki, who went back in time, showed a somewhat confused expression, turned her head and said to the wind: "I always feel that I have been to this street corner before, as if I came with someone..."

Saying that, Suzuki took a few steps forward, poked her fingertips into the crack, turned her index finger and middle finger, and found a transparent small bag from it, just like the button bag that is delivered when buying clothes in stores The size, but this one is not a button, but a note.

Opening the pocket, Suzuki subconsciously took out the note carefully, smoothed out the folds and spread out a small line of small words with a golden paint pen.But after careful identification, Suzuki found that it was her previous handwriting.

In other words, she wrote this note herself before, and then sealed it in this small bag and hid it in this crack...?

Holding the piece of paper, Suzuki lowered her head, and all the feelings of disobedience that she had subconsciously ignored a long time ago emerged, like a volcano that had been accumulating for a long time.

——Why do my family members always show strange expressions every time they mention issues related to childhood playmates.

——Why every time I recall the past, in those days before junior high school, some memories always have blanks that cannot be filled anyway.

——Why is there always a female voice that I have never heard before, but I feel very familiar with it?

——Why do you suddenly feel that certain scenes have a feeling of deja vu while walking?

——Why did I find a piece of paper in this kind of place that I never remembered before but was indeed written by myself...

——Has your life so far been manipulated by others?

The words written on the old note were reflected in the bright red pupils, and the words "I will definitely become the king of freedom" were extremely dazzling in Suzuki's white palm.

She had become a king before, but was bound by layers of sad fate, and lost the soul that could fly freely in the sky.Now he is no longer a king, and the long-awaited freedom is in his hands, but it is obtained at the price of blood that no one wants to see.

When she didn't want to be a king, she wanted to get rid of the confinement of the throne and the heavy crown no matter what... But now, when she wants to make up for it with her status as a king, how can she regain her status as a king?

"It's okay, Suzuki doesn't need to worry." Feng stretched out his hand and wrapped it tightly around Suzuki's hand, and those hands that were more immature because of going back in time were easily grasped by Feng's big hand live.

Nothing in this world can imprison the wind, unless the wind itself is willing to stay somewhere.

And the place where Feng himself is willing to stay is where the girl next to him is.

"As long as you want to make up for your mistakes, you can do it no matter what your identity is. Although it will be difficult, I believe in you. Because, Suzuhime... can definitely do anything!"

Even though the girl in front of her looks a little ignorant of the world because of the backward time, Kaze knows Kudo Suzuki's tenacity better than anyone else.Never be swallowed up by adversity, never be knocked down, when encountering suffering, pain, cruelty, and loathing, never fear or waver, stronger than anyone, will always be the most beautiful and proud lily of the valley Bloom in the world.

"... That's true." Suzuki nodded in agreement. Since she wanted to make up for it, even if she wasn't a king, she could find a way to rebuild Ikebukuro.

"Thank you~"

"You are Welcome."

Under the sun, the gentle black-haired young man and the smiling red-eyed girl looked at each other and smiled, even the air was tempered by sweet honey, and the interlocking fingers seemed to confirm an ancient promise passed down from ancient times, which was lit up. Even the cloudy future cannot extinguish that spirit...

That is, the light called "Love".

"Suzuki, why are you here?! Didn't you tell me not to come here again?"

"It's okay, brother Cheng, after all, Ikebukuro is my responsibility!"

The girl with black hair and red eyes had firm eyes, and the bright crimson flame almost lit up the whole world.

She opened her mouth, although there was a large part of hostility from the land once destroyed by Hei Yan, but those were not important to Suzuki.

What other people think has nothing to do with her.

"【rise】"

The broken stones and bricks all over the ground were suspended in the air, like a legendary magic.The cracked pavement below was exposed.

"【break down】"

The sand, gravel and sawdust all over the sky turned into powder in an instant, as if a dense fog had suddenly descended on the city.

"【combination】"

After a commotion, the powder gathered together one after another, like a jigsaw puzzle or building blocks, and turned into large pieces of bricks and planks again.Suzuki's brain was almost burnt out, and the street was copied and rebuilt... Even Suzuki, who barely existed as a "half king", couldn't be interrupted when doing such a huge calculation.

"【arrangement】"

Tens of thousands of bricks, beams, and planks fell down one after another, and the house was rebuilt on the original site along the calculated trajectory.

——Like a miracle...

"Can you still hold on?"

"Hmm, headache~"

Awakened by the sound of the wind, Makoto recovered from the shock.Under the influence of Yan Ling's ability, the houses on this street were built in an instant. Even knowing the existence of a capable person, people can't help but be shocked by this scene.

——The rebuilt street house, and the child soaked in sweat.

The needle-like pain in the brain is almost driving people crazy. Forcibly squeezing my potential to carry out such a large amount of calculations, plus trying to prevent the unfamiliar spiritual power from getting out of control... The skirt on my body has long since She was already drenched with sweat in the middle, but because Feng couldn't interrupt her calculations, he didn't move her all the time. Now that it's over, Feng naturally leaned Suzuki's body next to his shoulder at the first time, To support her exhausted and exhausted body.

"What happened to Suzuki?"

"It's nothing, probably due to excessive consumption, after all, the project is too big..."

Suzuhime's sweat-wet face was reflected in the worried and loving obsidian eyes, and the pale girl who couldn't hide her smile raised her head, what a beautiful world was contained in her crimson eyes.

She stretched out her hand to Feng, wrapped her arms around Feng's neck, nestled herself in his arms very reassuringly, rubbed herself like a kitten, and then fell asleep peacefully.That appearance is almost the same as that certain red king who took ten beams into his arms and then fell asleep on the sofa... I entrusted all my trust to you, as long as I am with you Being able to sleep peacefully, even if the world collapses, there is no need to worry.

Because, the person who was hugged by her is such an existence.

He hugged Ling Ji distressedly, exposed his piercing eyes majestically, and completely frightened those restless gazes around——

"Although as the king, Suzuki didn't make any outstanding achievements, and even destroyed Ikebukuro, which was supposed to be guarded by her, due to an accident... But she is the one who came here today to make up for her mistakes and help rebuild. Regardless of everyone How do you think, but I just know."

"If anyone wants to harm her, then they have to step over my body first!"

Like a ferocious beast baring its fangs, the green dragon of the east opened its eyes. Even if it only slightly leaked some emotions, it was enough to make the people around feel the fear from the bottom of their hearts.

That is the deterrent power that only the strong will have.

Although Feng has always been gentle and good-tempered, when he needs to be tough, he absolutely does not allow any doubts, otherwise, he would not have become the only strongman among the Rainbow Sons who could compete with Li Baoen. the ones.

"You really feel sorry for Ling Ji...you can even say such cruel words."

Makoto Mashima looked at his future brother-in-law with a complicated expression. Although it is difficult to get rid of the feeling of marrying a sister as an older brother, Makoto Mashima thinks that he can't do better when it comes to feeling sorry for Suzuhime. .

Although he is the troublemaker who maintains the balance of Ikebukuro, Makoto Makoto can only do his best to appease the ability users who know the truth, no matter how much he can do.It's not that he is not capable enough, but that he has more worries.

Therefore, Feng, who can protect Suzuki and help her share the pain without any worries, may really be the best choice in this world.

Holding Suzuki as if holding a treasure, Feng smiled, as if the person who threatened those around with bold words just now was not him.

"If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world... This is a proverb in my country. Although I have no interest in the world, I won't let others bully my family."

"Sorry, I'm really still a little upset, can you put Ling Ji down first and then let me punch you twice?"

"Now put Suzuhime down and she will wake up... And to be honest, if Mashima-kun wants to beat me up, I'm afraid I'll have to stand still."

"...Hold Ling Ji and roll to the side!"

Mr. Feng, who has all the skill points in the skill of annoying his mother's family, shrugged, and simply went to rest while holding Suzuki.

According to the current progress, if you want to restore all the destroyed places in this way, there will be no autumn that cannot be completed.

Full of housework skills and proficient in the sky. Kaze, who is superb in cooking, touched his chin and began to think about what excuse he should use recently to grab some of the kitchen power from the unshakable Ayazaki Sa, who has been dedicated to the black king chef for 30 years. .

#Although this seems to spoil Suzuki, forget it, don’t care about such small things#

Wandering and swaying in the gap between oblivion and loss, the wheel of comprehension and restraint is turning slowly, and the fragments stripped from the black thread of fate have become less and less.

On the other side of the world, the rune writing on the Dresden stone plate is also gradually becoming brighter. The off-white marble carvings are simple and heavy. The stone plate carrying the fate and future of the world is quietly silent in the Royal Cauldron Tower of the King of Gold. among.

When [Throne] and [Freedom] are put together, the tangled [Cause and Effect] gradually reveals the [Future] it weaves.

And all of this requires only a [decision] made by the girl who hosts the [Word Spirit].

What will this world look like, you only need to make a [decision].

But now, because she was tired and nestled herself in Feng's arms, Suzuki's face was completely ignorant and happy sleeping.

The author has something to say: the autumn of building Ikebukuro has passed like this.

So the next thing is K's main plot, and finally it's the last moment.

Suzuki, who is no longer a king, and Shipan, who has a problem, and the missing colorless king and Art...

What kind of story will be written?