master transferred to spellcaster

Unknowingly, the autumn wind has risen, and the weather is no longer as hot as summer, but for a teenager of Fujimaru Tatsuka's age, the quilt covered at night will always be a little overheated in the morning.

When the sun rose, Fujimaru Tatsuka habitually wanted to push the quilt away, but today's quilt was extremely heavy, pressing tightly on him like a lead block, making the movement extremely difficult.

Fortunately, it didn't seem so hot today, and the pillow in my arms continued to emit a slight coolness. After weighing the pros and cons, my half-dream and half-awake consciousness decisively chose to maintain the status quo and embrace the sweet dreamland again.

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Where did he get the pillow on his bed?

And it's not the cat's fluffy and warm feeling, but the smooth, cold and elastic touch... What about his cat?

Fujimaru Tateka was shocked, opened his eyes suddenly, and met a piece of flesh-colored flesh - no, it was the plump chest muscles that were close at hand - so close that his forehead had already touched it.

He raised his head slowly mechanically, and met his gaze with a pair of pure black pupils as expected.Ashiya Michiken, who had recovered to a human body, lay on his side, propped his head, and looked at him with a smile.

"Good morning, master. Hehe, it's still early, you can take a nap."

The deep voice was conveyed along with the vibration of the chest cavity.

Fujimaru Tatsuka reconfirmed the status quo again - referring to the status quo that she was wrapped around the opponent's body like an octopus - and then closed her eyes.

The late-night episode that he thought was a dream resurfaced in his mind.

So... isn't that a dream?

Thanks to the very direct self who thought he was dreaming after falling asleep last night, he seems to have successfully left the single and entered the state of dating.

The instant he realized this, all the drowsiness disappeared, replaced by a very strange, somewhat light-hearted state.

Since they are already lovers, it seems that there is nothing wrong with sleeping like this.

Rather, he wanted to take the opportunity to squeeze a few more of his muscular body - he wanted to say a long time ago, why an onmyoji has such a good figure!Obviously, I haven't seen the other party how to exercise at ordinary times!

He himself has been exercising for several years, and he still has muscles, but his body shape has not changed much.

It’s fine if it’s the group of samurai or the heroic spirits from Western Europe. They’re obviously Japanese, and they’re still civil servants. How did they train it?

With the rapid tumbling of thoughts, it took less than a minute for the expression on Fujimaru Tachika's face to change from stiff, unbelievable, bewildered to clear, and then to resentful.

Ashiya Michimitsu looked down at the Master who was still holding on to him, but his face was changing like a kaleidoscope. Even though he spent the whole night trying to figure out the Master's reaction, he still couldn't fully understand the meaning behind these expressions. .

Resentful...

Uh, uh... Is it regret for what you said and did last night?

Nodding slightly, the black and white hair streaked across the eyelashes, casting a dark and unclear shadow.

The spirit of the person named Ashiya Doman is like a slender spider thread hanging over the abyss at this time. If there is a slight error, the person walking on it will fall into the abyss with no end point together with the broken thread.

Those who have nothing can enjoy themselves even in the abyss.

However... Now that there are already spider threads hanging down, and the scenery beyond the abyss has been seen for a time, it is absolutely impossible for the ghost from the abyss to return to the state of nothingness obediently.

I'm afraid that in order to catch the spider thread, it may become a more terrifying existence than a ghost.

The power to judge the life and death of ghosts lies within the thought of the person in front of him.

When these thoughts passed by, the black-haired boy suddenly pulled up the quilt and buried his face, and after a while, he got out again, turned around and looked at Ashiya Michiman seriously.

coming……

The black eyes narrowed, and the retracted claws quietly stretched out.

"Daoman..."

"Yes, my master, please order."

"Can you say that again?"

"Yes?"

"That's it." The black-haired master in front of him scratched his face awkwardly, and the embarrassment hidden behind the serious expression surfaced, "Confession, I last night... Well, anyway, I just want to listen to it again, I always feel Not quite real."

Ashiya Michiman was dumbfounded.

Sharpened and soaked in venom, the claws curled back again.

"Master is really embarrassing the poor monk, there is no moon now."

"It's okay to be direct." Fujimaru Tatsuka looked expectantly at the onmyoji who seemed to be a little bit embarrassed.

Rather, as an ordinary male high school student growing up in the new era, Fujimaru Tatsuka is more familiar with and expects the straightforward statement.

One must know that he hadn't received a confession until he came to Chaldea...Damn it, even thinking about it now, he still feels a little bit unwilling.

Besides, it was rare to see Ashiya Michimitsu's expression of being difficult to deal with, or the expression of embarrassment for himself, Fujimaru Tatsuka was very happy to watch it for a while.

"The poor monk is rude..."

Without waiting for too long, Fujimaru Tachika felt a hand grasping the back of her neck, the owner of the palm leaned over, snorted against the side of the neck, and the earlobe was caught by the sharp canine teeth of a beast, leaving shallow tooth marks .

"Master, my master, the poor monk is hopelessly fond of you. Well, you have undoubtedly taken this beast into your hands, and you can drive it as you please..."

"Just be very careful, don't throw away the beast in your hands at will... This is the only advice from the poor monk."

The beast willingly got into the collar and leaned over its master, as if threatening, and let out a low growl as if acting like a baby.

"Daoman..."

"Yes." Onmyoji licked the tooth marks he had bitten out in a good mood.

Fujimaru Tatsuka took a deep breath, moved her legs quietly, and tried to push the Onmyoji's head away, but failed, "Although I said that, it's you who is biting me now."

"Yes……"

"Forget it... I like you too." Squeezing the back of the man's neck like a cat's hair, Fujimaru Tateka turned his head and bit the other's upper ear in retaliation, " So don't say anything to drive the abandonment, you know I wouldn't do that."

"Yes……"

Feeling the stiffening of the hand holding her, Fujimaru Tachika saw the right moment and quickly struggled out, jumped off the head of the bed and ran to the bathroom without looking back, "Then I'll go to the bathroom first, you can sleep later—"

The onmyoji who was left alone on the bed raised his eyebrows.

It was run away by the master.

It would be nice to let him help solve it—hehe, Master is still a young man after all.

Get up from the bed, the autumn sunlight pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the ashes of the paper moon have long since disappeared.Amidst the ringing sound of bells, Lingzi wove into a familiar attire and appeared on the body.

Well, it's almost time to start preparing breakfast.

……

Half an hour later, at the same time that Fujimaru Tatsuka appeared at the door of the living room, the last meal was just served on the table.

Trying not to think about how the other party deduced the time, Fujimaru Tateka sat down in his seat pretending to be calm, and after drinking a taste of Zengtang, he began to praise the breakfast table one by one starting from the color and aroma.

"It's said that Man can cook. I really didn't expect it at first."

"The master has won the prize. If you just follow the method, everyone can do it to this level."

The dishes in front of Michiman Ashiya were the same as those of Tachika Fujimaru.Although servants can also rely on food to obtain energy, but now there are other sources of sufficient magic power, these meals are just props for dining with Fujimaru Tachika.

This level...is it comparable to a five-star chef, no, even comparable to the delicious level of Emiya's mother!

Reminiscent of the various skills displayed by the opponent during this period, Fujimaru Tateka was shocked to realize that the "poor monk with many talents" that the opponent shouted in previous battles seemed to be no exaggeration, and the range of "versatile skills" was unexpectedly wide.

Thinking of emiya, he naturally thought of the heroic spirits in Chaldea, Fujimaru Tachika suddenly thought of a very serious question.

Not an adjective, but really? Physically, "fucking."

Of course, what is wanted is not his life, but the life of Ashiya Michimitsu as his lover.

The question is, how should he announce this relationship to the Heroic Spirits who have been summoned in Chaldea and who have not yet been summoned?

Concealment is impossible, not to mention whether it is possible to hide Heroic Spirits with various skills, but he himself does not feel that his romantic relationship should be concealed, nor does he think that people who care about him should be concealed.

Those who have not been summoned are not considered for the time being. Others can say that, among the heroic spirits here, the ones who react more difficultly are probably Moriarty, Medea, and Minamoto Raimitsu.

Medea's case is relatively easy to handle among the three.She will undoubtedly have a lot of opinions on Ashiya Doman, but as long as she makes it clear, it should be fine.

Moriarty, the trouble was not knowing how he would react.Fujimaru Tachika even felt that the other party might have seen it long ago.

Finally, there is Minamoto Raimitsu, the one whose reaction is the easiest to imagine and also the scariest. For the specific reaction, you can understand everything by referring to the other party's attitude towards Shuten-douji.

Maybe it was because his disheveled look was too obvious, Ashiya Michimitsu stopped his chopsticks, and asked him if there was any discomfort.

"I'm fine. It just occurred to me... Doman, do you want to make it public?" Fujimaru Tachika drank the taste soup and swallowed the rice in his mouth.

"The poor monk is satisfied as long as he can be with the master." Ashiya Michimi lowered his head, lowered his eyes, clasped his hands, and his raised hair fell down along with the movement, inexplicably revealing a little lonely taste, "After all, the poor monk is the master." Having done something like that, it is natural for the Master not to be known by other followers, and the poor monk will bear with it."

"No, no, no! I mean let nature take its course, do some foreshadowing first. Otherwise, if you speak directly, your life may be in danger—"

Fujimaru Tatsuka hurriedly explained, and almost stood up in a hurry, fearing that Ashiya Michiman would misunderstand that he didn't want to make it public, so in the end, he just broke the can and grabbed his bangs, "Ah, forget it, let's make it public today!"

"If Master Laiguang rushes over at that time, remember to hide behind me and let me talk to her."

After giving up and saying it out loud, Fujimaru Tateka felt that her thinking was much smoother. She leaned back on the back of the chair, crossed her legs, rubbed her hair and began to think about the actual implementation plan one by one.

"Oh, no, no, how can the poor monk live under the protection of the master with peace of mind. It's better to let the poor monk come and make some preparations first. The rest is just as the master said, and it's okay to let nature take its course."

"Really?" Fujimaru Tachika stared at Ashiya Michiman.

"What the poor monk said to the master is never false." The onmyoji who received a satisfactory answer looked back with a smile.

It was less than half an hour before we left for Chaldea on weekdays. Fujimaru Tachika made three quick moves to finish off the remaining meals, and the dishes left by the two were handed over to the paper figurine Shikigami for cleaning. You can go out soon after the show.

When Ashiya Michimitsu was a cat, Fujimaru Tateka carried him on his back, but now it is impossible to use the same method when he returns to human form.

Fujimaru Tachika looked up and down Ashiya Michiman, who was transforming into a spiritual child, and suddenly said: "How about taking you to buy some clothes before going home tonight?"

"Since it is the master's request, the poor monk naturally has no objection." After replying in a respectful tone as usual, Ashiya Michimitsu continued naturally, "there are not many ingredients left in the kitchen, please ask the master to accompany you to buy some gone."

"Ah...ah, good."

"Huh?" Receiving the suspicious gaze in the air, Fujimaru Tateka looked away, "No, how should I put it, it always feels so strange to hear Doman say such a thing."

"Master doesn't like it?"

"I like it very much. By the way, how about calling me by my name once in a while?" Fujimaru Tatsuka shoved his hands into his pockets with some embarrassment, "After all... um, you're in love now."

"Well, well, yes. The poor monk will try, when the time is more appropriate."

"Hey—what time is that?"

"You'll know then."

……

Fujimaru Tachika originally thought that such a rare and peaceful daily life could last at least for a while, but the facts proved that the peaceful daily life seemed to have no fate with him.

After arriving at the new stronghold in Chaldea, Fujimaru Tateka came to the summoning room for a routine summoning attempt.

Due to the lack of Matthew's shield, the accuracy and success rate of the summoning have been greatly reduced, and the summoning these days has not had any substantial results.

Therefore, Fujimaru Tateka didn't have any hope when loading the holy crystals into the summoning array this time. At most, he was jokingly asking Ashiya Michimi to bless or curse these stones before loading.

"Anyway, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is better than nothing at all."——That's what he said at the time.

This is probably the legendary standing flag.

Seeing the silver-haired girl in light purple clothes gradually appearing from the glowing summoning circle, Fujimaru Tateka covered her face in despair.

"Ahh... which foolish idiot who is addicted to love dares to call me. Although I can barely be regarded as the god of love, I will definitely not bless you. Give up."

As if smelling something nasty, the silver-haired girl wrinkled her face and raised her head in disgust, wanting to see what kind of love-brained idiot it was that actually summoned her.

"Okay, let me take a look, what kind of stupidity does the worm master look like, who has to stick with his lover for rituals ranging from falling in love to summoning heroic spirits—"

She raised her face haughtily, and the moment she saw the figure outside the summoning formation, the silver-haired girl who had an extremely bad attitude froze, and then showed a very puzzled expression.

"Master?"

Fujimaru Tachika: "Ah, it's me."

"Long time no see, Kama."