master transferred to spellcaster

In the star-studded nameless land, a mass of white light fluctuated irregularly, slowly growing in ever-changing form.

The black-haired boy was suspended in a seemingly endless space, forced to look directly at the white light ball in front of him.

The light cluster is not dazzling, and will not bring any visual stimulation, as if it is just the concept of "white", not the actual light.

What does it... want to convey?

Fujimaru Tachika strangely sensed the emotion of the light group from that rhythm.

Joy, anxiety, fear...and desperate.

As a non-human form, or even a non-biological form, the emotions conveyed by this light group are too active.

Fujimaru Tachika wanted to distinguish carefully, but it was too late, his body—or consciousness, was suddenly separated from the light group by an infinite distance, and fell straight into the surrounding darkness.

There is light at the end of darkness.

The light this time is no longer the illusory "white" of the light group, but the real light in reality, which makes Fujimaru Tachika, who has not opened his eyes for a long time, close his eyes again uncomfortably.

A pair of callused hands gently covered his eyes, "Master, open your eyes slowly. You have slept for too long, and the light will make you uncomfortable."

A mother's gentle voice sounded from above.

"Raiko... my lord?"

"Really, didn't you just say that you can call my mother?" Minamoto Raimiko complained in an intimate tone, "Are you still tired? Is there any discomfort? I have prepared meals and medicines well."

"It's okay, just give me water. How long have I been asleep?"

"It's not a day yet, it's the afternoon of the next day."

After getting used to the light for a while, Fujimaru Tateka sat up and found herself in a strange Japanese room.There were thumping footsteps outside the door, and after a while, the sliding door was swung open.

"Oh, you're awake, if you don't wake up, the problem will be serious!"

"That bull girl who is five big and three thick is clearly unable to do anything and still occupies the master all the time. I am really worried that the master will be destroyed by her."

Oda Nobunaga and Shuten-douji squeezed into the Japanese room one after the other.Followed by Zenyuan Maki and Natsume Takashi, both of them breathed a sigh of relief seeing that Fujimaru Tatsuka seemed to be in good spirits.

But seeing Fujimaru Tachika looking around for a week with a weak face, he asked doubtfully, "Where's... where is limbo?"

The last clear memory of Fujimaru Tachika was the eyes hidden deep in the throat of the curse spirit, and after that, the memory became blurred, and he only vaguely remembered what Ashiya Michimitsu seemed to have done before he completely fell into a coma.

It is probably the other party's credit that he can sit here properly now.

If Ashiya Michimitsu, he probably wouldn't express his blunt joy at his waking up like the other followers, he would probably still say some weird words, thank you because he didn't want to be regarded as a well-intentioned act, and do all kinds of strange things Take action.

Well, he has learned to properly ignore and automatically translate the other party's words, so he should thank him well.

Rather, I was looking forward to seeing his reaction when I saw him.

But his answer was silence.

Except for Fujimaru Tatsuka, all the people present, especially the followers, couldn't say anything good about Ashiya Doman, but the other party took the initiative to save Fujimaru Tatsuka and sacrificed for it... I really don't know how to say this right now .

Natsume Takashi seemed to want to say something, but he and Fujimaru Tatsuka just met each other for the first time, and the others hadn't spoken yet, so he couldn't speak well.

"He transferred the curse on you and went back to the Seat of Heroes due to the backlash. Hmph, it's okay to die for the sake of the lord." Oda Nobunaga pressed the brim of his hat and said bluntly, breaking the stalemate atmosphere .

dead……

Fujimaru Tatsuka's thinking seemed to be half a beat slow, repeating the words Oda Nobunaga said blankly.

That Ashiya Michimitsu...

That Ashiya Domitsu who has made no secret of his malice towards him from the very beginning, has an inexplicable attachment to himself, likes to see him in a mess, like an evil spirit that wants to haunt him for life?

So easy, like a joke, to die?

Or to save myself.

As if some key had been touched, as the rustling noise gradually rose, countless fuzzy images covered in noise flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

In ancient Japanese cities, an onmyoji dressed in black and red demon noh costumes sits under a huge tree of different species, and shikigami with different appearances obediently lie beside him, showing hideous faces to the attackers ;

In the summoning room of Chaldea, the monster onmyoji who once responded to the call for the enemy, introduced his identity as if he didn't know anything;

In the bedroom late at night, he looked helplessly at the onmyoji who was too proactive, and took the initiative to break the tacit understanding between them. The other party responded with a happy smile and a vow to accompany him to hell...

Disgust and vigilance, falsehood and truth, trust and distrust are alternately intertwined, so complicated that people can hardly recognize the original appearance of emotion.

There is also a more dilapidated and unfamiliar picture - in the dark pool of blood, only him and Ashiya Michiman are left on the road formed by the accumulation of corpses.

The other party's condition is not good, his whole body is covered with blood, his body is covered with wounds, his head and body are almost separated, and they are only temporarily stitched together by crude techniques, he is not much better, almost only in one breath.

Why...at this time...you don't laugh anymore?

Obviously, the me you hate is about to die, and I will soon fall into hell as you wish.

The tip of his nose smelled only of blood, his body was already numb with pain, and he could clearly feel that the remaining life force was passing away at an accelerated pace, but he felt unprecedentedly relaxed, as if all the burdens were lifted at this moment, and his soul was in full swing. Gradually return to freedom.

In the feeling that almost drowned himself, he stared at the face of the onmyoji who was already a little unclear, suddenly.

Ah... Maybe you don't hate me as much as you think.

After all, they have come here with me.

So he smiled at the onmyoji who was holding him with his last strength, and spoke the last words intermittently.

He says--

The memory came to an abrupt end, the heavy door that blocked the memory was suddenly closed, and the heavy sense of estrangement reappeared.

"Master, master, are you okay? Can you still hear me?"

Minamoto Yorimitsu wiped off the cold sweat off Fujimaru Tatsuka's face with a cloth towel, and kept calling.

Fujimaru Tatsuka was panting heavily, her pupils were dilated, and she felt her heart tighten inexplicably. She subconsciously wanted Minamoto Yorimitsu not to worry, but she couldn't say anything.

A tear slowly flowed down his face, mixed with sweat.

Minamoto Larimitsu paused for a gentle wiping movement, and his hands became stronger.

Fujimaru Tachika still lowered her head unconsciously.

"Hehe, you can't do anything to deal with the crying child. Fortunately, you can still call yourself a mother." Shuten Douzi suddenly laughed while covering the corner of his mouth.

"If the bug doesn't want to be crushed to death, just wait for me quietly."

"Oh, it's really scary." Shuten-douji patted his heart, pretending to be scared very insincerely, not only did not retreat, but stepped forward to Fujimaru Tachika's side, "Master, is it really so sad?"

"The concubine here thinks that he is not dead."

"what?"

Fujimaru Tachika, who had been immersed in her own thoughts, finally responded, looking up at Shuten-douji rather eagerly.

Shuten-douji gave Minamoto Raimiko a provocative look, stroked his cheek and continued, "I only discovered my body when his spirit base collapsed. Although the scale of that spirit base is similar to ours, its nature There is a fundamental difference in quality."

"To put it simply, I don't think it's his real body. It should be a shikigami or something. Onmyoji are always so good at these strange skills."

As she said that, her voice slowly lowered, "That smell...maybe you can't be regarded as a follower at all."

Fujimaru Tachika suddenly remembered the picture that flashed in his mind just now, it seemed that when he was still hostile, Ashiya Michimitsu had multiple tools, and as an enemy, it was annoyingly difficult to deal with, but now he heard it inexplicably. .

Whether it's true or not, at least there's a glimmer of hope.

He straightened his back, "Sorry, I made everyone worry."

Just as she was thinking of continuing to say something, the bell rang just right, interrupting Fujimaru Tatsuka's train of thought.

It was his mobile phone, which was charged by Takashi Natsume and placed beside his pillow.

Who will send him a message at this time?

If it's Fuguro and Nazaki, they can go to Maki-senpai directly, and the message sent to him... should be Da Vinci's relative.

Probably because he couldn't contact him during the time he was in a coma, so he was anxious. m.ζíNgYúTxT.иεΤ;

Thinking of this, Fujimaru Tatsuka opened the message, but saw something unexpected——