Goujin has something to say

After the auxiliary supervisors on the periphery eliminated the tent set by the curse master, Goumaki came out holding Fukagawa Kirei who had almost lost most of his consciousness.

The curse master was cunning, and he chose an extremely remote location, with no hospital nearby... What's more, Fukagawa Kirei was dripping wet, and it was impossible to rush back to her house in such a posture for a few hours.

It's still raining.

The nearest assistant supervisor held the umbrella over in time, and then reached out to take the rescued person from the magician's hand, but was dodged by the dog without leaving a trace.

The assistant supervisor's hand stayed in mid-air awkwardly, a little confused: "Well, what's wrong?"

Goujuji tightened his hands: "...dried bonito."

The auxiliary supervisor was at a loss, and the spell master shook his head, reluctantly expressing the meaning of "just leave it to yourself".

However, this assistant supervisor is not very familiar with him, so he probably doesn't understand it.

The spellcaster opened the car door and first put the feverish girl in his arms. Just as he was about to get up, he found that Fukagawa Kirei didn't let go at all.

The dog had no choice but to sit in the back seat first, and Fukagawa Kirei slowly rubbed against him, moved to his side, and used the dog's leg as a pillow for himself.

— quite satisfied.

After all, Fukagawa Kirei was a patient, and Gokumaki acquiesced in this behavior, put the back of his hand on her forehead, and frowned after feeling the abnormal temperature.

There are usually spare coats in the car. The spell master shook his hand towards the auxiliary supervisor outside, and then pointed to his coat: "Salmon roe."

The auxiliary supervisor raised a question mark, and the dog curly spine patiently explained with his movements that he wanted a clean uniform, and the auxiliary supervisor outside suddenly realized.

He handed the clean coat to the dog Curlthorn, and watched the spell master cover the strange girl with extremely gentle movements.

The assistant superintendent glanced at the drenched two people, walked away a little, and quietly called Yi Dizhi, who was more familiar with the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Conjuration.

"It's like this, Yidizhi, do you know if Goujuan is in a relationship... It seems that his girlfriend has appeared here, so I'll just drive them back to the nearest place to change clothes and rest?"

Because of someone's interference, none of the conjurers and assistant supervisors who came this time was female. Although there were still many rooms in the temporary residence, the task of taking care of Fukagawa Kirei mostly fell on Tomaki Toji.

——The main reason is that I may not be willing to take care of others.

Yidizhi has just handed over the task at hand. He is at the other end of the tent, and it is very difficult to rush over: "...what does that girl look like?"

The assistant supervisor held an umbrella and whispered: "Long black hair, eyes that seem to be golden, she is a very beautiful little girl, she was carried out by a dog in the rain."

Yi Dizhi almost lost his grip on the things in his hand: "...?"

Listening to the description of another assistant supervisor, coupled with the special reaction of the dog curly spines, the biggest possibility is Fukagawa Kirei, but shouldn't she be in school at this time? How could she appear here?

Ichichi exchanged glances with the assistant supervisor who was handing over, and asked the person on the other end of the phone to send Goumaki and Fukagawa Kirei back to their residence first.

After all, it was raining. Although the conjurer's physique is very good, the possibility of catching a cold does not rule out.

——Especially spellcasters, protect your throat, it's dangerous if you catch a cold.

Yidizhi hung up the phone, turned around and called Gojo Satoru: This place is not a place where a girl can just hang out.

In recent days, the activities of the Curse Masters have decreased significantly, and the Curse Masters and the Vongola Mafia rushed to the Curse Master's foothold several times but failed.

It's like... just an empty shell left.

Although Yi Dizhi didn't turn his mind as fast as the high-level executives, he also felt strange.

"The situation is like this. Ms. Fukagawa has appeared here, and all the curse masters have lost their breath. The recorded curses have the possibility of escape, including two special grades and four first grades, which are already being tracked by people."

Yidizhi stretched out his hand to protect the microphone: "The current situation is like this. There are no women participating in this mission. It is estimated that only Goumaki can take care of Ms. Fukagawa. Don't worry about the room... just I think the time for her to appear here is not Some, too coincidental."

Gojo Satoru glanced out the window, it was pouring rain outside, and the torrential rain was washing the street, with such bad road conditions, they would definitely not be able to come back tonight.

"Don't think too much about Yidizhi, Fukagawa is fine." The people's teacher flipped through the document in his hand and smiled meaningfully: "It's not impossible to hand it over to Ji."

Fukagawa Kirei of the port mafia, the information shows that it is top secret, and the sender is anonymous, so it is impossible to find it at all.

Yi Dizhi didn't know this, he knew how unreliable Gojo Satoru was, and the assistant supervisor looked worried and whispered: "Is it a little bad..."

Gojo Satoru interrupted him: "Don't worry, Yidizhi, there are female workers in the temporary residence, so it's like Taka picked up a stray dog~"

Yizhi: ...Miss Fukagawa knew that she would give you a punch.

It is impossible to rush back, Gojo Satoru turned off the phone confidently, extremely satisfied with the assist he sent.

On the other side, the assistant supervisor sent the dog curly spine and Fukagawa Kirei to the nearby conjurer's resident. The retro and huge building looked like a giant beast guarding the place on a rainy night. Fukagawa Kirei wrinkled in a semi-conscious state. He frowned, and subconsciously shrank in the direction of the dog roll.

The spellcaster lowered his eyes: "Ming Taizi."

It means "here we are, get off first".

Fukagawa Kirei got a little better, being led out of the car by him, his walking steps were still a little wobbly.

The assistant supervisor got out of the car, and the parking room was isolated from the heavy rain. He was 100% curious about the fact that the dog curly thorn could meet his girlfriend when he was on a mission, so he quietly eavesdropped on the conversation over there.

Fukagawa Kirei asked, "Can I still hug you?"

The warm voice of the dog curly: "Salmon roe."

The boy stopped, but Fukagawa Kirei muttered again: "Forget it, Goumaki-kun is very tired."

The assistant supervisor listened, feeling numb.

Two young people enter from the entrance, and staff will take them to the corresponding room.

The remaining assistant supervisor leaned against the car, sighed and suddenly felt addicted to cigarettes, and wanted to smoke a cigarette in melancholy.

The passing companion took a look and was taken aback by him: "What's your expression?"

The assistant supervisor sighed deeply again: "It's nice to be young."

Companion: "Hey, what a disgusting old man!"

The staff sent the two to the door of a certain room.

Before the conjurer could speak, the staff turned around and left in a hurry. There were also rooms for the conjurer and assistant supervisor who came from other places to be arranged.

The boy and girl looked at each other.

Fukagawa Kirei's wet hair had just been wiped by the dog in the car. The conjurer has quite a lot of experience in taking care of people. After all, people who are alone need to treat themselves more kindly.

In short, slow down the wet clothes first.

The dog curly thorn first pulled her to sit by the bed, went to a corner of the room and opened the closet, took out a spare set of one-size-fits-all clothes—even though they were men's, they were barely wearable.

He brought the clothes to Fukagawa Kirei's side, Fukagawa Kirei lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

The dog Curly Thorn put the clothes and towels in his hand in front of her: "Kelp kelp."

Let's talk about the shower tomorrow.

Fukagawa Kirei raised his head, his confused gaze collided with the dog's gaze, and then he took the clothes in his hand with movements that were several times slower than usual.

It was great to be able to understand my own words, and the spellcaster couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But his joy didn't last long.

Goujuji watched as Fukagawa Kirei put his hands on the corner of his clothes, and she pulled up the wet clothes directly, exposing his fair skin and beautiful waistline to the slightly chilly air.

The burning is quite confused, and the action is still done with eyes closed.

Innocent male high school student: ...! ! ! !

The spellcaster turned around quickly, wondering if she could use a spell to keep her still at such a time, but what should be done after she stopped moving?Now when I turn around, I always see something that shouldn't be seen and that will offend girls.

And if she didn't change the wet clothes on her body, according to the already high body temperature, it would definitely become more serious.

...Ah, there should be basic medicine such as cold medicine in the drawer.

Goujuanji forcibly pulled his thoughts to other places, the rustling sounds behind him finally quieted down, and the spellcaster still didn't turn around.

Until Fukagawa Kirei made a voice: "I'm fine..."

The boy's heart just fell to the ground, he took a few small breaths, turned around and saw Fukagawa Kirei who had already got into the quilt.

Dog curly spine: ...

The spellcaster bent down to look for antipyretics from the drawer, and then went to boil water. Fukagawa Kirei picked up the quilt and followed the boy's back with his gaze.

He took off the jacket of his uniform, which probably has a waterproof function, and the clothes inside were not wet by the rain.

Inumaki-kun is in good shape, Fukagawa Kirei thought in a daze.

The dog curly thorn did his best to cool down the boiled water, then dried her hair, fed Fukagawa Kirei the anti-fever medicine, and finally tucked her in the quilt.

It's almost two o'clock in the morning when these things are done.

Fukagawa Kirei really wanted to sleep, but was afraid that he would disappear if he closed his eyes, so the girl buried her under the quilt, leaving her eyes exposed.

The golden eyes were filled with water vapor, looking extremely pitiful: "Does Goujuan-jun want to abandon me?"

The dog Jujuji stood by the bed, and Fukagawa Kirei huddled under the quilt extremely obediently: "Then, can I leave after I fall asleep?"

The dog who really wants to go: ...

Goujuanji opened his mouth, but he didn't say the phrase [sleep] in the end.

The curse speller thought for a while, and then squatted down beside the bed. The girl's hand quietly stretched out from under the quilt to grab his hand: "Mr. Goujuan is the best."

None of the voices had the usual vibrancy.

——Fukagawa Kirei didn't open his field of view, so he didn't know that his riotous black soul miraculously quieted down after the dog thorn approached.

After the girl's breathing gradually became steady, the dog curly thorn gently pulled out her hand, and moved her hand into the quilt.

When I got up, I staggered a bit, probably because my legs were numb from squatting for too long.

The boy turned off the light.

In the darkness, the spellcaster stood by the bed for another minute, bent down, and gently pressed Fukagawa Kirei's forehead.

【Good dream. 】

He weaves a gentle dream for her.