master transferred to spellcaster

"What has he been doing lately?"

And indoors, the middle-aged man asked the subordinate who was kneeling on one knee.

"It's still the same as before. The bugs and cameras put in the room have been disposed of, but the surveillance personnel have been ignored. The schedule is usually to study in the morning, go out on missions in the afternoon, and occasionally go to the ceremony called 'Medea' God sits in his outer abode and observes no suspicious activity."

Unsatisfied with this answer, the man walked around the room anxiously, "The missions assigned to him have also been successfully resolved... Tsk, originally I wanted to force him into a dangerous situation to force Wujo to realize it, but it turned out that he was not at all It's useless. How can I be with Master Xia You..."

Moreover, the average ability of the curse spirit under Fujimaru Tachika's subordinates is unbelievably strong.

Those curse spirits followed several students of the college respectively, so that they couldn't find a chance to attack secretly.

The door of the Japanese room was pushed open, and Xia Youjie in a monk's robe stood by the door, "It's all right..."

The middle-aged man was startled, "No, no, this is not all I can do, Mr. Xia You, please give me some more time."

"I mean, stop trying."

Thinking of the results of his investigation in the past few days, Xia Youjie laughed, "Let's start our plan directly."

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The sky darkened, and the gorgeous fire clouds receded little by little, revealing the dark blue background.

It has been a few days since Gojo Satoru "disappeared".

Fujimaru Tachika's action trajectory these days has not changed much compared to before, studying, taking on tasks, and occasionally communicating the latest news with Fugurohui and others - as naturally as when she didn't know anything.

Ashiya Michimitsu felt unreasonable unhappiness.

Destroying the last of the new bugs hidden in the hallway, he turned and returned to the room.

There are various books and materials spread out on the table, the closed computer is pressed on the materials, and the black-haired boy is lying on the newly purchased beanbag sofa next to him, concentrating on playing with his mobile phone.

By the way, there are also these things called "mobile phones" and "computers".

Ashiya Michimi is not very interested in electronic products and the like. Although he knows the basic concepts, he has no interest in practical hands-on. Therefore, he can't understand why Fujimaru Tachika can stare at a small machine all night.

It is said that it is used for entertainment.

Is this last master of mankind, who has been advancing without hesitation, a person who is so leisurely after knowing the possible truth of this world?

Or... Fujimaru Tatsuka didn't want to destroy the world, so he chose this attitude.

Because of the so-called fetters?

……

The unhappiness increased.

Well, although everything is still under his control, this is not the development he expected.

Or rather he anticipated this development, but didn't expect it to be as interesting as he thought it would be.

"Master, is it really okay to be so leisurely now?"

Cold fingernails scratched the back of the slender neck, Fujimaru Tateka shuddered, slapped off the troubled hands reflexively, and looked at Ashiya Michiman, who was squatting quietly on the side.

Like a large beast quietly gazing at its prey.

Fujimaru Tatsuka pressed off the phone screen, put it aside, and simply dragged Ashiya Michimi to let him sit on another beanbag sofa.

Although the shape of a relatively harmless child has changed to a very oppressive form today, Ashiya Michimitsu is still quite obedient to Fujimaru Tachika as before, and has no intention of resisting at this time.

As we all know, the lazy sofa is a kind of magical seat that can never maintain a correct sitting posture when sitting on it.

The onmyoji, who usually sat directly on the ground, sank defenselessly, his body fell backwards, and the deterrent force he exuded just now dissipated completely.

"This is... um, modern people are really good at enjoying themselves."

"Speak up if you have something to say. I haven't been very leisurely recently."

Ashiya Michiken glanced at the books piled on the table, "The things you are busy with are useless after you leave here."

"Excuse me, my master, your mission is to completely destroy this belt of lore, so it's better not to indulge in it too much."

The onmyoji who spoke out his advice with a gentle smile seemed to be really thinking about him.

"This is not the world you should stay in."

"It's too early to say that this is the belt of strange stories. Da Vinci is still collecting evidence. And..."

Fujimaru Tachika turned her head and looked at the monk, "You are so sure that this is the Belt of Hearings, did you remember something?"

Ashiya Michiman, who was exuding inexplicably low air pressure just now, froze, and sweat appeared on his cheeks, "I see, I see! You made this appearance in order to deceive the poor monk. Hehe, the poor monk is still worried You get bogged down in trivialities, and you're just too overwhelmed."

"Don't evade the question, Daoman."

The legendary onmyoji who can rival Abe Seimei, Ashiya Michimitsu, is actually a guy with little patience.

From the very beginning, as long as he didn't respond, he would come up to him from time to time and say some specious things, saying a lot of things on his own.

Fujimaru Tachika didn't deliberately deceive him, these days he was just doing what he should do normally, as for Ashiya Michimitsu showing his feet...that's not his problem.

Can't help but feel a little funny, Fujimaru Tateka approached the onmyoji with his face up, and grabbed the bell at the end of his hair.

"Spiritization is forbidden."

"Ah, the poor monk won't run away."

Seeming to be a little uncomfortable with the current atmosphere, Ashiya Michimitsu slightly looked away.

Fujimaru Tachika was a little surprised.

Obviously until last night, he had the cheek to try to climb into his bed, and he didn't look at his current body size lying on the single bed where there was room for other people to sleep, causing him to sleep on the sofa all night, but now he doesn't like this Do you feel uncomfortable being so close?

What a weirdo.

"So what if the poor monk has recovered his memory, what would you do?"

"That also depends on what you know and what you want to say."

"Jack and Da Vinci only remember what happened when the Humanity burned down. Captain Drake knows part of the situation in the Lost Belt. My words..."

Fujimaru Tachika straightened up and rubbed her hair, "I only remember a little bit of what happened after Renri Burning. If you can remember it, you should know more than I do now."

Ashiya Michimitsu and Chaldea, who appeared in sporadic memory scenes, are still hostile.

It is not uncommon for heroic spirits who have been enemies to join our side. Under such a predicament, we must try our best to get as much help as possible.

Since Ashiya Domitsu who appeared in this world called him master from the very beginning, he presumably has experienced something that he hasn't remembered yet, and it depends on whether he will say it.

As for whether the other party deliberately pretended to be his servant to deceive him.

Fujimaru Tachika also thought about this possibility, but finally denied it.

If you want to kill him, you don't have to spend so much trouble.

Although he behaved suspiciously, when he came to this world and didn't know anything, Ashiya Michimitsu never hurt himself from the beginning to the end.

In the absence of definite evidence, he didn't want to take the initiative to suspect the other party.

"Hehe, not bad, just as you thought."

The voice in reality interrupted his thoughts, and Ashiya Michimitsu gave an unexpected affirmative answer.

Seemingly having adjusted his mood, the Onmyoji returned to his usual expression.

"But what the poor monk said was not false."

"Master, you don't need to know everything, as long as you keep going and crushing everything firmly as you have done in the past."

"This is not where you should stop."

The long black and white hair was scattered on the ground, and the Onmyoji smiled silently.

"The poor monk will always be with you until the end of hell."

Looking at the huge palm stretched out towards her, Fujimaru Tatsuka sighed, "Is that so..."

"It seems that you won't talk about other things."

"Yes, then master, are you going to interrogate the poor monk?"

Not only was there no fear in Ashiya Michimitsu’s tone, but he was also faintly excited. His tone was high, “It doesn’t seem very good if you get blood everywhere. But it’s okay, the poor monk will be responsible for cleaning it up, and it will be done soon with Shikigami’s words.” It can be cleaned up, please don't worry about it."

"Huhu, if you want, you can cut off this head at any time."

"No, it won't do that."

What an odd guy.

Fujimaru Tachika touched the goosebumps on his arm, stood up, added enhanced magic to himself, accumulated strength, and punched hard in the palm that hadn't been retracted yet.

"This should be okay."

"Remember what you said."

Fujimaru Tatsuka withdrew his hand, and gently shook it behind his back.

Hiss, as expected of a follower, the other party seemed to be okay, and hit too hard, and his hand hurt instead.

Ashiya Michimitsu's high interest was suddenly broken by this punch, and the remaining pain remained in the palm of his hand, showing a distinct sense of existence.

He showed a somewhat puzzled expression, staring at the black-haired boy in front of him as if he saw some incomprehensible creature.

Even after staring at him for so long, he thought he had understood the nature of this master, but the other party would still make unexpected moves that caught him off guard.

Every time, it was so easy to trust him.

It's really...absurd.

Seeing that Ashiya Michimitsu was still in the original posture, Fujimaru Tateka walked over hesitantly and knelt down, pinching his fingers to check—did he really hurt him just now?Is he that good?

The ends of the fingers were black... This was already there, and the palm was as pale and white as the rest, and it was not at all obvious that it had just been hit.

Isn't this totally fine?

Forget it, let's use healing magic to be on the safe side.

If he didn't pass the magic dress, it would take a long time for him to activate the magic himself.The weak magic power in the body was ignited, climbing up the circuit bit by bit.

Feeling the fluctuation of magic power, the palm that had been still still suddenly moved, and it easily clasped Fujimaru Tatsuka's wrist.

Ashiya Michiken sat up, his eyes swept over the reddish joints, "The poor monk is fine, Master should heal himself first."

"I'll be fine later." After confirming that the other party was fine, Fujimaru Tatsuka withdrew his hand indifferently.

Ashiya Michimi didn't seem to want to speak again, Fujimaru Tateka reached for the mobile phone on the side table, ready to send a message to Da Vinci.

I stopped in the middle of the talk just now, so I have to explain it.

Looking aside, the Onmyoji sat cross-legged on the floor for a long time, and rarely spoke in an emotionless tone, "Master, you..."

Tuk Tuk Tuk…

"Please come in." Subconsciously, Gotomaru Tatsuka turned to look at Ashiya Michiman, "Ah, what did you want to say just now?"

"No."

"Then, the poor monk retreated first."

Putting on her usual smile again, and bowing to Fujimaru Tachika, the tall figure disappeared into the room.

I always feel as if I missed something very important, Fujimaru Tatsuka rubbed her chin, and asked Mandoman later.

The door was opened, and Fu Heihui walked in with a mobile phone, frowning, with an uneasy expression, "Fujimaru, have you received the notification?"

Fujimaru Tachika looked back blankly, "No, what notice?"

"Go to the reception room and say, Knotweed and the others are already waiting for us, let's go."