[Comprehensive] The cat demon judge of grandpa's house

Sankai Yuezong touched Miyamoto Huizi's head in a comforting manner, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "Is the lord worried that I will be angry?" Going out to grab the bear doll that was forgotten not far away, seeing her looking at him timidly and worriedly, her movements were so cautious, he couldn't help laughing, "I just didn't take care of it out of anger." It’s really dangerous to run out for your own safety.”

Keiko Miyamoto clenched her fist, waved it, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I'm very powerful." She raised her chin and said proudly, "I'm a monster, whoever dares to provoke me, I'll punch you Fly him!" As he said, he waved his fist vigorously.

Sanri Yue Zongjin grabbed her fist, and cast his gentle gaze on her body, her eyes filled with her voice, and unconsciously, her eyes were stained blue with a smile, "Such a powerful demon lord came to look for her so late at night!" What am I doing?"

"Eh..." Miyamoto Keiko's eyes wandered, and finally fixed on the body of Mikazuki Zongjin who was placed on the knife holder next to her. She was silent for a moment, and then said, "I just helped repel the two swords. Violation, and then... retrieved a sword, it's Akashi/National Bank."

Mikazuki Zongjin got up, closed the door, turned around and sat down in front of Miyamoto Keiko, watching her quietly.

Keiko Miyamoto pinched the clothes unconsciously with her fingers, "I can save the first period, but..."

"But the lord didn't save him, right?" Sanri Yuezong took up the words, and seeing Huizi Miyamoto's self-blaming appearance, he gently held Huizi Miyamoto's hand and squeezed it tightly, "He is a secret Falling swords, the Lord went up to help them, it was already doing their best. Without the Lord’s help, none of them could survive. On the contrary, because the Lord stepped forward to help, that Akashi/National Bank was able to survive. Come down, don't you?" His voice slowed down, and the gentle voice floated into Keiko Miyamoto's ears, washing away her self-blame little by little.

Keiko Miyamoto was silent for a moment, sighed softly, pulled out a folding fan from the bear doll's body, held the lower part of the fan with her right hand, the tip of the fan was slightly upwards, the corners of her mouth were raised, her mouth was half covered by the half-open fan, her head was slightly lowered, The fan covered his mouth, "Yiqi Yizhen asked me to erase the memory of Akashi/National Bank, and I... saw his memory."

"So? Is the Lord troubled by this?" Sanri Yuezong couldn't help laughing when he saw her looking like Yamato Nadeko, but he knew that Miyamoto Keiko was full of distress and confusion now, so he couldn't laugh. As a close servant , To become the most reliable existence of the lord, it is his duty to help the lord solve all the doubts, so he pursed his lips tightly and did not show a smile.

Keiko Miyamoto raised her eyes and glanced slightly, her eyes wandering, "The Honmaru they were in before was a very independent existence, or in other words, the lord is basically equivalent to a transparent person..." Holding the middle of the fan with her left hand, thumb On the top, with four fingers down, she covered half of her face lightly, "They fight by themselves. The god judges don't correct the documents, don't stay in Honmaru, they are busy with real things, and completely ignore the life and death of the swords, except for the initial swords. , and the sword that was first forged, all other swords were picked up by the swords themselves, including Akashi/National Bank, he was the last sword to enter the Honmaru, shortly after he entered, the judge When the god returned after a year, Honmaru's swords rebelled, killed him, and fell into the dark."

"······" Mikazuki Zongjin was silent, stretched out his hand to hold Keiko Miyamoto's right hand, and gently pulled it down, revealing her delicate little face, and covered her cheek with the other hand, with a smile in his eyes, His eyes slid over her hands, slid over her lips, and finally stopped on her deep eyes, those eyes were so clear, but completely reflected his figure alone.

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