[Comprehensive] Be a good person from now on

black eyes.

Bloody pupils.

And a meaningful smile on the corner of the mouth.

The strange black eyes that belonged to the devil flickered on that face, as if it was just a trance illusion.

...It's an illusion, right?

For some reason, the human youth who paid a special visit in the name of the Demon King pushed his glasses uncertainly.

"Please relax." The demon king on the opposite side of the table comforted the young human very naturally. She put her hands on the table and gently shook her thin white wrist. nerve. "Although I came out of the cage, the chain is still fastened on it~ Don't worry, don't worry~"

The young man held the cup on the table, trying to draw a little courage from the warm wall of the cup.

"I...I..." He licked his lips with an embarrassed expression. He just started talking, but for some reason he couldn't help shrinking back.

Xia Chao was sitting upright in front of him, with a pitch-black skirt spread out on the floor, his unparalleled beauty that could be called a devil's level unscrupulously destroyed the little guard left by the young man.

Speaking of which, was it the chains in the Demon King's hand that soothed him, or the suffocating demon appearance in front of him.

The devil smiled casually, dragging his chin with his palm, waiting patiently for him to speak.

Xia Chao slowly twirled his hair around his fingertips, "Come on, say it; it's not your desire to say it, it's not your wish that you really want to say, no matter what you say, I won't hear it—but with On the contrary... as long as you sincerely make a wish, even if you say you don't want it, I will make it for you."

The Demon King raised his head, and bent a pair of dark and beautiful eyes. The gentle arcs at the end of the eyes were so beautiful, as if she was really smiling.

But nothing reflected in her eyes.

The ultimate pure black can contain everything.

...of course it can devour everything.

In the end, the young man still tensed his face, walked around from behind the table to Xia Chao, knelt down with his knees together, his forehead pressed to the ground, and his voice was full of desperate despair.

"...I really... have one thing to ask for - I can do anything for this... So, as long as you are willing to sell, money, life, and even soul, no matter what it is, I am willing Pay the price."

Ah, look, here we go again.

Xia Chao had a smile on his face, but he couldn't help but feel a little bored in his heart.

As long as it can be done, she has heard the answer that she is willing to pay any price more than once.

and then?

Joy, bewilderment, guilt, regret, and finally helpless desperation and hatred, they were the ones who spoke first and chose first, but why did they not hesitate to take the crimes committed by themselves when everything was finally settled? Push all the faults to the other party.

stupid?

No, just greed.

Xia Chao has never been a leader, she is just a quiet listener.

But this time, she heard an interesting story.

The young man's little sister, a young mind-reader who was overly sensitive due to her ability to read minds since she was a child, was finally forced to collapse by her own knife.

——The previous masters who shined brilliantly in history and fought decisively, and today's cowardly, submissive and overly conservative little girl are two extremes, right?

The unspoken complaints and unconscious comparisons of the swords were all heard by the child. The withdrawn personality who was originally reticent and autistic gradually became more and more silent this time.

The fragile and overly gentle little girl didn't understand the bloodthirsty instinct of the sword at all.

A little bit of fighting is simply not enough.

How can such a lord wave us.

...I really miss the past.

...I really miss my previous master.

Toyotomi Hideyoshi, Oda Nobunaga, Minamoto Larimitsu, Okita Souji... They compared each of the famous figures in history with today's god judges again and again in their hearts, and the result could only be one time Another disappointment.

But no one will open their mouths to explain for the god judge.

Because this nostalgia is "reasonable".

Because the comparison between the two sides is "incomparable".

Because all thoughts are just "thinking in my heart".

So the girl's own grievances and puzzles can only stay in her heart.

Saying it out means making trouble for no reason, means being willful, and will be disliked even more.

The unspoken darkness gradually erodes the already fragile and sensitive soul of the god-judging person. The combination of the weak personality like a greenhouse flower and the powerful spiritual power of the first-line god-judging person is self-evident.

- dark fall.

***

"Although I don't have the habit of obeying the wish of the conveyer, because the person whose wish is conveyed will always excuse that it is not me or something and refuse to pay the price, but you are really... crying very pitifully."

In the pitch-dark dark room, the woman's slender white palm gently wiped away the tears on the girl's cheeks.

If one ignores the demon-like dark eyes of the fallen demon and most of the terrifying bone spurs on her body, then this weeping girl's appearance is indeed pretty and lovely.

The crying girl hiding in the corner of the room raised her head blankly and stared at the mysterious woman who appeared suddenly.

Maybe it's because she is so beautiful, maybe her smile is the long-lost sincere tenderness, maybe it's because the breath of the woman in black is almost integrated with the dark room, no matter what the reason, the girl has no Open her mouth and let her swords come in.

"How pitiful."

She repeated it again, with the loving compassion of a god looking down on a believer.

The black skirt was so close at hand, the girl realized that her seemingly plain and low-key skirt was all embroidered with wonderful and complicated gorgeous patterns with dark silk threads.

"Even so unwilling to go out? Not even to ask them to come in."

Xia Chao's fingers brushed over the protruding bone spurs on her body, lightly brushed the girl's delicate side face still stained with tears, and supported the girl's face as if nothing had happened.

"……Are you scared?"

The strange woman lowered her eyes slightly, stroking the girl's head as if comforting a poor cub, the mysterious and wonderful fragrance from her body soothed the girl's nerves, the girl shrank herself, trying to cover the bony spurs on her body and the black shadow that had been covered Eroded black skin.

The woman in the black robe didn't seem to care, she pushed up the girl's sleeves, revealing the darkened skin on her arms, and where her fingers passed, those black and ugly marks were like fog Gently dissipated, revealing the delicate and white skin.

"Cute little girl, who are you afraid of now? Is it me as an uninvited guest... or the expressions of horror and disgust that may appear on the faces of those knives who don't know you have fallen secretly? "

She lowered her voice, her tone seemed to be asking, but also talking to herself.

The girl raised her head carefully to look at her. Xia Chao was squatting right in front of her. He took out a comb from his sleeve and gently combed the girl's messy dry long hair. Shallow gentle smile.

The girl blushed immediately, and buried her head in her sleeve in a panic.

... This older sister who I don't know is really pretty.

So gentle.

So relieved.

……Really like.

The smile on the corner of Xia Chao's lips became even more gentle when he heard the girl's heart.

Even at times like this, the little girl who would easily show her affection, even if she has fallen in the dark but still retains this ignorant ignorance of the world, is it really as innocent and cute as the man said, or is she not? Self-delusional stupidity who wants to grow up and doesn't want to accept reality.

But I have to say that she is now a little curious about what the child will look like in the future.

Xia Chao put down the comb by the girl's side, and walked back into the darkness under the girl's surprised gaze, and disappeared as silently as she had appeared quietly.

At the same time, Xia Chao, who rested with his head resting in the cage, slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?"

Today's valet bowed his head, with a respectful attitude.

"I fell asleep for a long time today, do you want some tea?"

Xia Chao tilted his head to look at Yiqi Yizheng, and suddenly laughed.

"The clothes are really gorgeous, and it doesn't match the gentle and restrained personality."

In the first episode, he replied in a warm voice: "I'm afraid it was influenced by the former owner."

"Ex-lord..." Xia Chao curled up his fingers and tapped the cover of a book that was on his lap before he fell asleep.

"If you have time, tell me about your former master."

The first phase was a little taken aback, then nodded quickly.

"Follow your orders."

"Starting tomorrow, one person for two days, let's rotate the servants—starting with Yamato Shou'an."

"Eh? Isn't it Your Excellency Sosan?"

"Well... that guy wouldn't talk about his former master, would he? Ever since he followed me and called himself my jester, he has unconsciously forgotten his past master. Should he be loyal, or Ruthless... oh, I'm so distressed hahahahaha..."

Yizheng looked helpless in the first phase: "Master, this is not funny, is it? After all, the former master would be more or less concerned about things like this."

"That's right, you will be more or less concerned."

Xia Chao seemed to answer casually.

"Maybe your master, Toyotomi Hideyoshi, shortened you for the same reason?"

"... Will it?" Yiqi Yizhen was a little uncertain: "Is it just to accommodate his height?"

"Oh, who knows about this kind of thing, anyway, the world's evaluation of you is basically related to Toyotomi Hideyoshi, right? The first phase and one strike are Toyotomi Hideyoshi's saber... After all, such a definition is "natural" for the world '."

In the first phase, Yizheng had a conversation with the examiner, and suddenly felt a bit of cold uneasiness instinctively.

The judge sat lazily on the cushion across the cage, her hands and feet were in shackles, her smile was casual, and she didn't even look at her.

He subconsciously stopped arguing against the original owner that he was about to blurt out.

"Do you care?" He paused, and added: "We have the original owner."

"How could it be?" Xia Chao's face finally showed real surprise this time, she waved her hand with a smile, and the chain on her wrist made a crisp sound.

"I don't care at all, really, really~ If you thought I would care about the fact that you once had a master, then it would be a big mistake. Speaking of which, I am a magician, not a swordsman, and I don't know anything about swordsmanship at all... …The former master and so on, you and I don’t need to worry about such trivial matters.”

Yiqi Yizhen nodded subconsciously, and put the suspicion in his heart to the back of his mind.

It was a long time later that he realized what Xia Chao's little word game meant at this moment.

She didn't care about things like the former master's. In fact, it should be said:

With the former owner's knife, she didn't care at all, that's right.