The spell daily of the departed savior

A fishy wind blew from the gaping door, and blood dripped down the arm from the fingertips.

The tall and straight young man swayed the moment he stepped through the door. The physiological dizziness caused by excessive blood loss affected his movements, but his brows and eyes stretched when he saw the familiar wall.

only……

Has the teacher come back yet?

The sensitivity brought about by the battle made Wuli glance at everything in front of him immediately, and he pursed his lips in the thin gray room, feeling ominous like a beast.

The wound on the young man's exposed palm had already seen his bones, and the torn black military uniform had already been soaked in blood, covering up other scars.He calmly left his dirty coat outside as usual after returning from work, and skillfully dug out the wound medicine and bandages on the porch.

【Teacher, I'm back. 】

Only this time, the young man's voice was empty and scattered in the quiet courtyard, and there was no gentle voice responding to him—【Xiao Li, welcome home. 】

The bandages wrapped all over his body were hidden under the new uniform, and Wuli calmly took out the ingredients to prepare dinner for himself and the teacher who hadn't come back yet.

However, the sunset glow faded away, the candles ignited, and the two dinners on the short table became hot and hot again.

Wuli was sitting in front of the short table, and there was no sign of the teacher's return in the silent and dim courtyard.

He calmly overheated two dinners that had already tasted terrible too many times, and filled his already empty stomach alone.

Just like every time he returned here after finishing his mission in the past, the young man followed the way of life taught by his teacher, returned to his room after calm washing, and opened his notebook.

The notebook paper that has been curled and frayed is yellowish, but it is well preserved.

[Common Calendar 2018.3.7.The teacher did not return home. ]

Then he closed the pen, got up, walked outside the teacher's room, and knocked on the door.

Obviously, no one will respond to him.

The young man's expression was imperceptibly gloomy for a moment, then he regained his expressionless expression, opened the barrier door and walked in, spreading the quilt for the teacher who might return in the early morning.

【good night, teacher. 】

The candles were blown out, and the empty loneliness was cramped and cold.

The sun rises and the moon sets, time flows.

Wuli changed the dressing alone to heal the wound, prepared meals for the two of them, and ate them calmly by himself after being overheated many times.

The daily good morning and good night are as punctual as the teacher taught him many years ago when he led him into this small courtyard for the first time.The quilt was spread out and put away again, and the breath and smell left by the teacher in the yard became weaker and weaker.

But the teacher never came back.

[Common Calendar 2018.3.8.The teacher did not return home. ]

[Common Calendar 2018.3.9.The teacher did not return home. ]

……

[Common Calendar 2018.4.4.The teacher did not return home. ]

The message Wuli sent to the teacher's terminal has never received a reply, and the inquiries sent to the department fell into the sea.Wuli, who vaguely sensed something, rejected the assigned work for the first time, and stayed here alone, waiting for the teacher to come home.

The daily life of waiting calmly is like a cage for a beast. The red rope that was tied to the wrist of the beast many years ago and pulled it into human society began to relax, and the increasingly violent beast began to show its fangs.

Then, the gate of the courtyard was knocked.

The camp personnel in black mourning clothes bowed deeply in front of Wuli, raised their hands high, and presented the only remaining relics.

[I'm sorry, Mr. Wu.Mr. Sanlun... failed to come back, he died in the mission. 】

[The only thing we can find is these. 】

【……Feel sorry. 】

The black pupils constrict instantly.

The rope is broken.

……

After the weather setting device in Honmaru was repaired, in order to allow the new flowers and plants in the garden to grow and adapt better, the weather was set to early spring in March.

It's the spring night, Guanshan cherry blossoms are full of branches, and the full moon is like a falling moon.

The breeze suddenly broke the water in the pond, and the plump koi flicked its tail, avoiding the furry cat claws that Mimi stretched out to catch the fish in distaste.

Pretending to be the curse of the delicate and beautiful rose bushes, I was bored and turned the flower rope for myself. The ginkgo tree next door snatched the flower rope and ran away. "What a young curse" Fu went back to sleep.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who stayed up late, whispered to the crane ball intertwined with the chirping of cicadas, creating a leisurely laziness.

Suddenly, a burst of violent fluctuations began to surge from the ground of the main pill, and huge power crazily poured out from the castle tower. The Fusangshen were instantly awakened by the strong vibration, and the cursed people exclaimed.

However, without waiting for anyone to react, the claws of the transparent monster transformed from power stepped on the castle tower, roared violently and opened its mouth wide, swallowing the entire Honmaru in an instant.

When everyone stood up and looked again, they couldn't help but suffocate.

"This is..." Sanri Yuezong frowned tightly, and his smile disappeared.

——Honmaru's leisurely spring night garden disappeared, and what appeared in front of everyone was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood boiling with magma.

The sky was blood red, flames were burning, and the scorching smell mixed with billowing black smoke filled the entire battlefield.The corpse/head was slanted, the gun/cannon was thrown all over the ground, and the long sword inserted in the chest of the corpse swayed lightly.

Even the dark fallen Fusangshen who had fought countless times and killed countless enemies, and even took the lives of humans and god judges with their own hands, couldn't help but be shocked by the sight in front of them.

"This... is it?" Gexian Kanedada's breath was stagnant, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "Where is Lord Wuli, who knows what happened to him?"

"Crack - crack"

The black military boots stepped through the pool of blood, and there was a subtle sound of broken bones.

The Fu Sangshen immediately put on serious expressions, and quickly drew their swords to be on guard.

The man shrouded in black walked very slowly, with the slowness after a deadly battle.There was constant blood dripping from the man's body on the road he walked, and it was hard to tell whether it was his own or the enemy's.

But that hand with distinct joints was still holding the long knife firmly.

The man raised his head slowly, and the firelight illuminated his face little by little.

Wuli's blood-stained indifferent handsome face appeared in the vision of the Fusangshen.

"Wuli-jun?" Sanri Yuezong frowned, and called softly first.

However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized something was wrong - this was not the Wuli he knew.

Wu Li, who joined Honmaru as a god judge, even though he always faces him with a deadpan expressionless indifference, reveals a quietness and exhaustion that tends to calm down. He will think that he is just an ordinary newcomer and let him not care about others. discussion point of view.

Wuli, who abides by the rules he doesn't know, will seriously tell him that Honmaru is a workplace for retirement, and he will also learn chess seriously, always making him angry but not giving up.

But it is precisely because of Wuli's seriousness and indifference that he reveals a different kind of tenderness-because he doesn't care, he doesn't bother others' pain on his own initiative, giving the Fusangshen a free peace.

Sanri Yuezong was attracted by such Wuli.

Therefore, Wuli who appeared in front of him now made him feel so strange.

The long knife, which had never been unsheathed in front of Fu Sangshen, was held tightly by Wuli at this moment, and it was covered with blood.

Minced meat splattered from the corners of his clothes, his black long hair was made into strands of blood, and the exposed skin was covered with scratches and bloodstains. The hideous wounds were revealed from the scratched military uniform. bone color.

But with such a serious injury, Wuli didn't seem to feel the pain, and he still walked forward firmly with a long knife in his hand.

Kasen Kanesadamoto, who wanted to go up to him, was shocked in place, and whispered in shock: "Wu Li-kun..."

Wu Li raised his eyes slowly upon hearing the sound.

Those black eyes were full of frenzied fighting, and they were blood red under the light of the fire.The calm and indifference familiar to the Fusang Gods was no longer found on his face, only anger and hatred surged, roaring, wanting to break through the restraints and rush towards the enemy violently.

Like a ferocious beast breaking its shackles and plundering fiercely, like a ghost appearing in the world and turning into hell.

"My teacher was snatched away."

Wuli's deep voice was hoarse and rough at the moment, with a bloody breath: "Who stole my teacher?"

"I want to find him, and then, kill him!"

Those black eyes raised up, looking at the Fusangshen, crazy and confused: "Who is it..."

"Stolen my teacher!"