[Demon Slayer: Blade] The fiancé is always incompetent and furious

I didn't seem to like winter very much in the past.

The cold air, the vast white land, the whistling cold wind rolled up the fluttering snowflakes.

The description of "dislike" may be too harsh, but the cold and long winter has been so difficult, the temperature drop is an ominous sign, and the weather with snow and wind is no different for patients.

——"It's not over yet."

The cold wind swept away the light of the bronze lamp, and the charcoal basin in the corner of the Japanese room burned a dim fire in the darkness.

Yuanyi carried me to the eaves of the corridor, and the others had already gone to take refuge. The only sound left in Nuo Da's mansion was the sound of snowflakes falling, layer upon layer, falling towards the end of the earth.

I came back to my senses: "...what's not over yet?"

Yuan Yi brushed off the snowflakes that fell on my shoulders: "I fought against him before."

The hand that held the knife all year round was very warm, but when it was pressed against my cheek, I realized how cold I was.

"He thought you were dead."

The temperature of the charcoal fire seems to be absent in the cold air, thin like misty white mist.

I raised my head, Yuan Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice was very calm.

It may be that the light is too dim, and I can't see the emotion in his eyes clearly.

"But it's different now."

A disturbing premonition lurks in the snowy darkness.

—It was too quiet.

The swollen silence around is like fragile ice, easily crumbling and cracking.

"...Wait." I stretched out my hand subconsciously.

But I didn't know what I wanted to say, my short breath turned into white mist in front of my eyes, just like the voice I kept in my throat, and there was no more words after it came out.

"It's okay." Yuan said to me.

"Let him come."

The blood-stained bamboo curtains were blown by the cold wind, and the drooping tassels rustled softly.

The echoing sound of the wind weakened, and finally stopped in nothingness.

Ghosts are territorial creatures, and before that, I had never seen ghosts moving in groups.

It was an exceptionally long night.There are no stars in the night sky, and there is no moonlight.What was plated on Yuan Yi Dao was the burning fire, what pierced the cold air was flying blood flowers, and what resounded through the silence was the wailing of evil spirits.

Driven by invisible power and bound by the curse in the blood, those ghosts came across the dark wind and snow and the long distance, attacking Yuanyi one after another, crazy and irrational.

But no ghost could touch Yuanyi's clothes.

A swordsman wearing a flower earring holds a knife and stands in the middle of the snowy courtyard.

He's always stood there, between me and my past.

The moment the knife was swung, the corpses of the attacking ghosts were separated.

Raising the knife in his hand and falling, the crimson sleeves fluttered, and his clean and neat figure was like a witch offering a prayer dance to the gods, without any unnecessary movements.

That figure is an everlasting lamp, a fire that never stops burning.

The heavy snow that was rolling one after another stopped at some point, and the wind stopped whistling harshly.

When the last ghost was cut by Yuan Yi's sword, the distant sky burst into the light of dawn.

The black and red knives separated the ghost's body, the boiling anger like magma, and the hatred twisted like a poisonous snake disappeared without a trace in the dark sky.

The long night came to an end, and the figure standing in the boundary line between light and shadow was silent for a moment, and put away the knife in his hand.

Ji Guoyuan killed the ghost all night.

In the following hundreds of years, there were no more incidents of evil spirits eating people in that mountain village.

……

The roof made by Kirizuma was covered with thick snow.

——You are finally back.

The maid who greeted me showed a relieved expression, and when she bent down to salute, her forehead almost hit the floor, and the tone of her honorifics towards me also showed a bit of sincerity.

She hurriedly led me to the center of the mansion, I didn't even have time to change my coat, so I had to take off the bamboo hat in a hurry, and followed her unrefined and graceful pace.

--What's wrong?

The other party did not answer my words, but cast me a reproachful glance.

—Where have you been?

That resentful expression suddenly made me feel that I was a heartbreaker who hadn't visited for several months after having a new love.But I just went out in the morning and returned to the mansion in the evening, I didn't expect such a big commotion.

--I……

Before the words were finished, the sound of porcelain breaking suddenly burst out in the bedroom.

The maids and followers guarding outside the hall trembled, and not long after, several of them were kicked out of the room in disgrace.The leading maid covered her face, her long sleeves concealed the slender red marks cut by the debris on her cheeks, and there seemed to be tears of fear in the corners of her eyes.

When I appeared at the corner of the promenade, everyone looked at me. The maids on both sides opened the door respectfully, and the others disappeared from my field of vision in an instant like the ebbing sea water.

It was cold, and charcoal was burning inside the house.The lingering bitter smell of medicine overwhelmed the smell of incense and charcoal fire, and the people sitting in the tent had a gloomy expression, staring expressionlessly at the hissing flames in the charcoal basin.

The curly black hair fell out at some point, and his face looked paler, as cold as snow piled up in the courtyard.

I picked up the broken porcelain on the ground, and the man finally looked at me with dark red eyes.

--Where have you been?

This question has been asked me once before.

——I went to a shrine.

I answered truthfully.

——Because it took some time on the road in the outskirts of the capital.

I picked up the china shards from the floor and put them on a lacquered wooden tray.

——Why don't you let someone clean it up?It's not good if it gets scratched.

—Now I am asking you.

My fiancé's tone was cold, and every word was frosted.

He stared at me closely.

——What did you go to the shrine for?

I hesitated.

This hesitation seemed to cause cracks in my fiancé's cold expression. He took a breath, as if he was suppressing his anger, or he could no longer bear the anger, and his lowered voice was almost cruel.

--tell me!

He looked like he was going to cough up blood at any time. I was worried that he would have a seizure, so I quickly took out a small amulet from the front of my shirt.

——It was for the talisman, I went to get the talisman.

With a snapping sound, sparks like stars jumped out of the lampstand for a short time.

—… I know you don't like these, and you never believe in the protection of the gods.

My voice dropped.

——But this winter is extremely cold, I thought maybe... maybe it could come in handy, even if it's just for peace of mind, just...

--unnecessary.

The hanging curtains blocked the hazy light and shadow, my fiancé looked away indifferently, and after calming down, he resumed his usual proud and reserved appearance.

- I don't need that kind of useless stuff.

I wasn't surprised by his reaction.

So I just put the amulet away without saying a word.

The man closed his eyes.

--I'm going to rest.

In winter, the days are short, and there are few things to do after nightfall. You can't even hear the barking of dogs in the distance, and the silence is only the sound of falling snow and cold wind.

I blew out the candles in the lampstand, and the darkness shrouded in darkness. Charcoal was burning in the corner of the dormitory, and a small halo of light was projected on the walls and patio after being diluted by the distance. The warm light was as thin as cicada wings, pulling out Long reflections.

--Cold.

I stretched out my hand from under the quilt and lightly touched the man's pale fingertips.

My fiancé turned his head slightly, opened his plum-red eyes, and looked at me expressionlessly.

I covered the back of his hand with my hand. His body temperature was very low and his fingers were cold. I covered it for a long time before passing on the warmth from my body.

He let me hold his hand.

— Do you need some more charcoal?

--……Need not.

——Then, shall I add another quilt?

--do not move.

So I stopped moving.

I thought my fiancé wouldn't speak again, but he was silent for a while and asked me in a casual tone.

——Will you go to the Tage Party held in the palace?

In the first month of the first month, there are grand congratulations, prayers and sacrifices to worship the four directions of heaven and earth, and various rituals and traditions to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters, such as eating seven-vegetable porridge on the seventh day of the first month, which is said to cure all diseases.

My fiancé is sick in bed all year round, he hates all the excitement that has nothing to do with him, especially the Tage Festival that is held in the first lunar month every year.Before contracting the disease, he made his debut at the Tage Conference that year and won numerous praises.But now the new year has no meaning for him to celebrate. Instead, it symbolizes that he is one step closer to death.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the men's Tage meeting, while the women's Tage meeting is held on the seventeenth day of the first lunar month.

I shook my head.

—You know, I'm not good at that.

I'm not good at singing, and I'm not good at dancing.It is not my turn to appear in a grand and elegant festival like the Tage Festival.

He relaxed and gave a faint chuckle.

--makes sense.

I seemed to be ridiculed, but I didn't feel bad.

I just feel sorry that I haven't seen his most beautiful appearance.

As the night darkened, the firelight in the corner curled up in the charcoal basin, drowsy.

The breathing of the people around me gradually calmed down, I quietly got up, picked up the folded coat and covered him, smoothed the folds of the coat and finished covering him.

I looked at him quietly for a while, and carefully brushed back the black hair that fell to his cheek.

In fact, if he had continued to flourish, I would not have had any intersection with his life.

Maybe I will hear his name from someone's mouth, maybe I will catch a glimpse of a corner of his hunting clothes at a banquet, maybe his eyes will skip a screen inadvertently, but he will not notice my figure , just like anyone else, the fleeting sight doesn't waste a lingering time on me.

As for me, I will never fall in love with him again.

I will not lie down on my side again, with my hands on the backs of my cold, pale hands.

I will not feel the pulse of that person and slowly close my eyes.

There will be no twists in my fate.I'll live a normal life in peace.

……

When the cold winter was about to pass, I received a letter from Tetsuya Miyayashiki.

The crow was standing by the window, shaking its feathers proudly. I fed it a few broad beans and untied the post box tied to its feet.

Yuanyi sat next to me, it was noon, the sunlight leaking through the window was clear and bright, I opened the letter paper by the skylight, and what came into view was the familiar handwriting, the content was the same as usual, narrating the ghost killing in the tone of a friend The daily life of the team during this time.

Oni Wu Tsuji seems to have disappeared out of thin air, Ji Guoyansheng's whereabouts are still unknown, the activities of ghosts have decreased, and the casualties of ghost hunters are not as heavy as in previous years.

Maternity House Shiki Tetsuya and his wife get along very well, and they are very affectionate.

When he mentioned the curse and disease that appeared in his body, there was no emotion of fear in his words, but he seemed very calm, as if he had already accepted his fate as a maternity family.

The letter was not long, and I read the passage describing his condition several times until I reached the end of the letter.

"What's wrong?" Yuan Yi asked me.

At the bottom of the letter is an apology that is many years late.

I think the Ubuyashiki family was kind to me back then, and they gave me shelter when I was most helpless, and didn't let me live on the streets.But he told me that was not the case, that the decision to take me in was not out of good intentions, but at the behest of that man.

… During the two years when my fiancé disappeared, his family members, colleagues, political opponents, people I had met and people I hadn’t seen, seemed to pop up at the same time.

They couldn't believe it, they were full of suspicion, but the only one who firmly believed was me - I must be the only one who knew his whereabouts, it was impossible for him to really leave the capital, just walk away like this.

"Ah Chao?"

Yuanyi's voice brought me back to my senses.

The sunshine outside the window is just right, and the snow will melt in a short time, the earth will be green again in spring, and the branches will bloom in bright colors again.

The cycle of life goes back and forth, and the time of the four seasons never stops flowing.

"……nothing."

I put down the letter that was 600 years late.

"It's just old stuff."

The author has something to say: The Warring States period is coming to an end

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