Wicked person

"Master Shoutian—! Ah, Lord Ashurai!"

Two guards rushed into the duty room, half of their bodies charred.

It was only the third day for Ashurai to reflect behind closed doors in the Tower of God, but he couldn't calm down at all.

The soldiers in charge of monitoring him were repeatedly wounded every day, and then healed by Shoutian's hand light.

"...What did he do this time?"

Holding a pen made of dragon and bird feathers in his right hand, Shoutian raised his head and asked while signing the order smoothly.

Weeping, the soldier stretched out his unburnt arm and pointed in the direction where Ashurai was now, saying:

"He said he wanted to investigate something and asked us to take him to the library, but..."

"The things in that room should have been enchanted, so they won't be burned or torn."

As expected of Shou Tian, ​​he has already seen through Ashurai's character.

But the soldier shook his head vigorously and said:

"No, it's not like that! Master Ashurai couldn't find the books he wanted to read, so he threw them on the ground one by one!"

There is also this trick——!

Shoutian stopped writing and sighed.

"We tried to stop him, and he yelled at us like a dragon, and the maids were terrified!"

"Woo, woo...! Please help us heal~~"

"I see. I'll stop him."

Shoutian quickly healed the wounds of the two as he walked through the corridor. At this time, the front of the library was already crowded with maids and guards who escaped from it.

Looking apart from the human wall, in the library with a total collection of more than hundreds of millions of books, the aisle to the depths is full of randomly discarded books.

Shoutian helped the librarian, whose legs were weak and was about to faint, and went inside alone.

Ashurei yelled "No, no!" while hysterically throwing the book to the ground.Shou Tian quietly asked:

"What are you looking for?"

Hearing the sudden sound, Ashurei was startled and froze, and jumped to the lampshade hanging from the ceiling, hanging upside down like a little monkey.

When he saw Shoutian's eyes, he stared viciously at him.

A few days ago, Ashurai no longer deliberately looked away.

"Where is the book that records the highest realm?"

"not here."

"Liar! I heard from my father before that if there is no God's Tower, I can't find it no matter where in the heavens; and, you...!"

"Huh?... Me?"

"It's nothing! Long-winded!"

The moment Ashurai roared, the lock hanging on the lamp shattered in his palm.

Of course, the unsupported beacon fell.

"……what?"

"Danger!"

Although he can fly freely in the air, Ashurai cannot adjust his posture in an instant due to his carelessness.

A warm object fell from Shoutian's arm with a "boom".

For just a moment, Ashurai clung to that sure support, but his attitude was still very tough.

"Who told you to save me!"

"Yes, yes, I am meddlesome."

Shoutian lightly landed where the floor could be seen, and Ashurai struggled to escape from his arms.

He stood on the ground and re-examined the messy interior, only to realize how amazing what he had done.

However, Ashurai was still not to be outdone, and stubbornly roared at Shoutian again:

"If not here, then where!"

"It's on the bookshelf in my bedroom. Where did it go before?"

"That wouldn't have been said sooner!"

Ashurai turned his head away dumbfounded, and began to tidy up the books that fell on the floor.

"Don't worry about it here, go get the book!"

Shoutian handed over the matter of the library to his subordinates, and walked out, followed by Ashurai a little behind.

There is a mild fragrance in the long-lost Shoutian room.This is the same fragrance that Shoutian often exudes.

Shoutian used to put Xiangyu in the loose cuffs that reached to his wrists.

It is neither greasy nor pungent, but the lingering fragrance leaves an impression quietly. When you smell it at a tense moment, you will almost lose consciousness temporarily because of the overly gentle smell.

The fragrance makes people forget the tension of self-imposed persecution, and is unbelievably full of tolerant tenderness.

Ashurai seemed to be in a dream for a moment, and before he noticed, Shoutian went to the adjacent room with the bed alone.

When he came back, he was holding about ten or so books in his hands.

"There are not many records about the Lord of the Three Realms, the same as what we learned in the Manjusri School. The things in the uppermost realm are recorded in the form of stories or legends; in addition, there are middle-level people who exist above us. world..."

"No one asked you about the content."

Ashurai had an attitude of not wanting help from others.

But Shoutian insisted on going on.

"In short, if you don't want to read them all, this book, this book, and this book... are enough."

After accepting the book that Shoutian gave him, Ashurai turned right and was about to go out.

The sight of Shoutian staring behind him reminded him of a question.

"Has the guy I picked up already gone to the human world?"

"Master Osage? No... He seems to be planning to stay here temporarily, but I don't have time to accompany him at all. We have only had dinner together in the past two days."

"Stay here..."

Ashurai's surprised voice was interrupted, and he turned around and said:

"Where is he now? In the Tower of God?"

"Just now the maid said that he was looking at paintings in the crystal colonnade...! Ashurei, don't be rude to him!"

Shoutian approached quickly, grabbing the shoulder of Ashurai who ignored him and wanted to leave.

"He is the nephew of Lord Zhutian of the Three Realms, the son of the younger sister of the Queen of Heaven, and he has decided to be with the daughter of Lord Zhutian of the Three Realms. What does this mean..."

"Hey, he's the real thing! I always thought the guy above would be more like a monster, but I didn't expect it to be so ordinary!"

Ashulei slapped Shoutian's hand on his shoulder hard, and strode towards the corridor.

Shoutian said behind him in a more stern voice:

"Don't cause disputes! I will invite your father if the situation requires!"

Even after hearing the ultimatum, Ashurai's footsteps still did not slow down.

If Ashura might do something to Osreji, maybe it would be better for him to leave the Tower of God.

But, in this way, Ashurai will definitely go to the king and kill the sweet-scented osmanthus, right?

If he did anything else this time, Shoutian would no longer be able to protect him.

"... Maybe that prince is not suitable for 'reflection behind closed doors'?"

Unknowingly, the civil servants of the Catholic Tower came to the corridor.In important meetings, these people must all be present.

In the Catholic Tower, civil servants are distinguished by the color of the clothes they wear.

There are three colors: blue purple, pine green, and purple red. Among them, blue purple has only eight members, and they are important positions called "suosi".They are called 'Eight Purple Immortals' by the Four Heavenly Kings or nobles.

Shoutian turned to them, frowned and said:

"All the 'Shoji' are gathered here, what happened?"

"Does this need to be explained?"

As long as one person speaks, other people's complaints will swarm.

"If you make the library that contains valuable materials like that, what exactly does Lord Ashura think the Tower of God is?"

"I suppose you must have reprimanded him severely?"

Although their accusations against Ashurai had already been finalized, Shoutian couldn't ignore it.

However, if he directly stated that he was not angry with Ashurai, he would definitely draw more serious criticism from the directors than he did now.