I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

Really unexpected.

Tsurrying with a voice of disappointment coming from dignity on board.

No one's complexion or expression moves. Or you can't move.

That is why, above all, terrible silent seconds pass. This is what she did in the dark.

The Abe family and the Shrine Temple family, who had become the inner enemy by incorporating external blood for two generations.

He said he really wanted to be hostile to the whole clan. Then this time the cotto will be re-baked.

I sparked the last person to accept the blood and plotted the same thing.

It's not to crush them either.

"So we all got screwed, and if you call me bloody retaliatory. What?

I was going to crush you and make this family even better. "

─ ─ To end ourselves.

In a faceless manner, Mikoto, who only loosens his mouth and laughs, was felt somewhere madly stained.

But the plan is to have a calm calculation of the temperature on the back of the desk.

From the inside out, if she tries to destroy them with force, they will unite just as much.

Or it was visible that they would hide in the clouds after splitting into large numbers.

Then you dare to make enemies, move your houses as if you were going for that crusade, sharpen your power.

Use it. I can't say enough bad hands as a way to destroy my clan. Just certainty.

But if you think about it.

"... the air in the clan at that time was strange to the extent that it was also strongly influenced by the Sovereign.

And me and Tomorrowka left the clan because we felt the signs were right for us.

I can't believe that was the prelude to the immediate clan collapse of the Sovereign. "

"Ho, really...... no, are you serious, Mikoto?

The trembling voice of Ong, who did not intend to cause him to tremble, questioning sincerity rather than authenticity to us.

She had already stopped time when he was tempted. With the mission of exorcism from a young day.

To voices asking unwanted answers to comrades who were supposed to be in the service of maintaining and purifying the organization.

There was a cut like a desperate squeeze out.

"Indeed, Washi and the others feared a great failure and wasted their time in jail.

That's why you give up, let alone involve them... "

That must not happen.

We complained that it was ourselves who should follow the blame, but the voice we returned was too light.

"That's not good. Nothing... 'Cause you can't have an exorcist clan anymore.

Why don't we just destroy it?

………

That's the equivalent of denying him half his life.

More so from the person who can be called its partner, lightly.

But Ong never collapsed. How old are you as a person?

Is it because there are people your age who can be called grandchildren or grandchildren? Or is it mean?

Turned into words that didn't last. His eyes were just like Shauko's eyes to see “enemies”.

If there is any disconnect, let's have another one in the air where the end of the battle is likely to open between the three of us (...).

"Ku, ahahahahahahahahahaha... what a radish! You can't be a stage actor, you."

With a mockery that can already be described as blatant.

On the contrary, Mikoto makes a mockery of even that one-touch air.

Shoko and Ong's shaky face and someone's crooked face are pointed at the big laugh that goes as far as applauding.

"Make enemies and destroy clans from within and outside?

Don't be silly, I guess this happened because I couldn't (...) do that much either.

Too late for the curtain... you're too late to distract the mechanical god "

I don't answer any of the three pairs of gazes, and now what I see looking at Mikoto is disdain.

It looked down on her as unable and denied more than an eloquently cursing mouth.

"Said he lived long for nothing.

Sooner or later, we should have done it with a long-term plan. "

I couldn't make all that decision while I pretended it was your mess.

Then the woman who has so far revealed her discomfort as if it were a lie returns stabbingly.

"... what's the point of talking about it?

I know a hundred times that's the boy's palm reaction, and I can't stop it.

In the end, some unexpected and provocative (...) that began with the advent of the mask took place in her chest.

I couldn't stay calm a long time ago. Too precise, but because of that.

"Even if it doesn't make sense, your stupidity, your lack of readiness and your half-way point stand out"

The boy was settling back with a painful aversion without even winning over it.

Pose or serious? Either way, I get Mikoto for his attitude towards disability.

"You're really busy and only live about one-eighth of me!

"You're eight times as alive as I am, and you really don't understand."

Still can't hide the mocking cinichi and the frustration anymore Mikoto.

The quality of the words you're rewarding hasn't changed a lot, but you come here and your expression changes.

Of course Ong, Shauko can't even just break in there. There's going to be sparks.

I'm just looking at my gaze and conversation. Or, Mikoto already has them.

Maybe I can't afford to just care. That's all. His words are too

I was poking her in pain. And keep poking.

"So I no longer knew how to live or die and became a troublesome smell (Koto).

I wish I'd made up my mind a long time ago. Here's the day and the day. "

Pointing indiscriminately at the young old woman, who distorts herself to humiliation just because she says it's a bad example.

Even disdainful filth that disdains it as a cessation of physical time for what is given a gaze to see.

Shoko and Ong included scorn even though they hadn't been seen with it. I couldn't help but think of it.

There was so much force and gaze pressure, but Mikoto stares at it to intercept it.

Pulling your cheeks with anger... - What, I know.

The frustrating emotions didn't have to be put on my voice everywhere.

"... as if you've seen it"

"He lives long, is the head of a problematic organization, and the roots are reasonably well known there. There was, huh?

Well, that's what happens when a guy like that gets wasted. The so-called "unfolding of the rules."

"Huh!"

What is the current status of the problem?

She couldn't do anything about it. She said it was about that now.

I gently and lightly laugh with my nose out of words that it was only a promise.

"Holy crap...!

She suppresses, though, the murderous temper that swells to erupt momentarily.

It touched her too unconstitutionally in her important place. That anger.

Did you swallow it just because you've lived long enough to stay young? Or.

Because you came up with the best cut back with anger?

"... well, fine. So, what are you going to do with me?

Want to get rid of me for putting your precious disciples in danger?

………

Silence if he has no words to give back to the challenging word to try if he can.

But still, they bump into each other's gaze of scorn, frustration and ridicule, but the others are stunned.

Whatever.

"Oh my god. I can't exclude Mikoto..."

Her strength and fame in the clan are pushing the current clan into the shape of the clan.

If Mikoto disappears or loses his status, the clan disintegrates on its own, in each house as it pleases.

It was visible to behave. And what lies ahead is self-destruction involving others.

If those crooked voter-minded fools were released into the world uncontrolled.

Making a case somewhere and being solemnized somewhere was the most likely future.

That's even what she wanted.

"So you were aggressively provoking me, huh? Keep your heart certificate bad.

Because I thought if things went wrong, I'd get my hands on them. "

"Yeah, I can see you're oddly responsible.

As a mentor, I watch to the point of criticality, and still reach out to the real crisis.

Then do everything you can after what you've done, like when you were in ctoria.

… even if it would be detrimental or dishonorable. "

If you got that mask involved, all you have to do is cause problems anymore, she says.

Mikoto was surprised by the appearance itself, but there were no measures to use it.

Whether Kale seeks Mikoto, destroys the clan, or at the stage of hostility before it.

The boy cannot be indifferent to the "influence”. That looked at the face under the mask and convinced me.

I didn't show Mikoto anything. Neither does Sinichi against Shauko.

Talking to her so much, he could see the "goodness of people" clearly.

"If I am the impossible mechanical god Deus Ex Machina, you are the convenient mechanical god Deus Ex Machina.

A hero who protects everyone on his own to put things in order, losing me and losing control over the clan,

Or you would never abandon the responsibility of destroying it, or the damage it causes, would you?

"Tumen Mikoto, you!

I was able to get it out because my anger thrust through, a means of intimidation that makes sense because I'm the Shin-ichi opponent.

I believed too much in his goodness, and I wanted to use it, and Shauko gave me a rough voice.

Do you want me to involve an unrelated child, albeit powerful, in such a soul-guts and way?

She doesn't even care if she should, or still should, strongly blame the voice.

"I'm sorry, Tachiko, but it doesn't make sense anymore if you're angry.

Because I won't stop doing this. Whatever you do, whatever you involve, the clan ends.

You can move ambitious houses in sweet words, you can instigate remorseful houses to each other.

It's not a bad idea to dare take advantage of the Otsu family. "

Well, she's like a skilled, cunning witch who smiles at what might happen if she does.

"The only way to stop it is to get rid of me or fix the problem.

You can leave it, but if you do, what you're waiting for is a disruption of control, a collapse of tissue.

the sacrifice of ordinary people due to what they did. Can you be indifferent to that kind of "afterwards"?

"I'm missing something to say, have you fallen that far! This is what happens, eh!?

It was Shin Yichi who lifted her arm and stopped her, who could have pulled out her (Kam Nagi) while she was still in the spirit.

Is that look acting or his mood, a blend of flattery and a little tiredness, including accusations?

"What an annoying compulsion.

How can it be so troublesome when an old man is motivated by misunderstandings at the end "

I shook my head a few times around sighing and meditated my eyes to think of something.

And after a few seconds of meditation he opens his eyes and mouth trying to remember something.

"Once upon a time, a friend of mine (Yusha)... well, I didn't even know him yet."

"What?"

All of a sudden, he tells the old story without preaching, ignoring someone who is confused.

Oddly enough, no. Intentionally. That represented one of the possibilities for a peek from the current situation.

"It was when he got lost on his first journey away from his parents. The city we arrived in.

ruled by a criminal organization, and he found out that the good guys were suffering from

He smashed his pro-jade co-executives and constituents. So I thought the city had been saved, so I traveled.

The guy who went on safely rendezvous with the guardian. Congratulations. Congratulations.

"... is that it?

"But a month later, they were supposed to turn back a journey due to certain circumstances. They saw

The appearance of a city where security has deteriorated more intensely than before. I was wondering if all the residents had been replaced by villains.

I doubt it. The good men were frightened by the villains to pull back or flee, and were their food.

That's right. Even though it was a criminal organization, the bad guys and the good guys in the city ruled the organization.

I broke it. The people who ran away from that righteous hammer were after the cauldron.

If we lose the surveillance up there and start doing whatever we want, it'll be worse. "

"Oh, that's tough."

Talk about other people -- who seem to be truthful -- after they've eliminated Mikoto while hammering him.

She smiles in a good mood when she seems to be. So I was prompted by my gaze as to what happened,

Whether he followed it or merely breathed. He spoke pale about the rest.

"Because it's so depressing, I showed you one example of how to save.

Ask (threaten) the city's countries, various public agencies, and the leading people around it.

After smashing all the bad guys really, not one left while they intervened.

place outstanding personnel in each agency of the city and dine to ensure that policing organisations function,

clean fix the dirty city, make the only thing there is to bring in the merchants,

I also carried as many people as I could who had no other place to go or wanted to go back to their homeland.

while minimizing the disadvantages to neighboring cities affected by them.

Positional relationships ended up involving about five countries. But to normalize one city. "

That was tough, etc. and a light mouth like a salaried man who stupidly worked yesterday's overtime.

………

………

………

Both Mikoto, who was irritated by this, and Shauko, who was pissed off,

He was worried about what to do, and he was staring at what to do.

It is not that it is too large. I don't know why I did it.

If that's what you use his word for, just to normalize one city, to the extent.

Behavior too much. His answer is only too much.

On the contrary, it even seemed like he was out of common sense somewhere convincingly.

"... what are you trying to say?

I feel nervous about Mikoto's expression because of this “unpleasant feeling”.

Are you aware of that or not? Whether it was the former, he answered honestly.

"There's a lot going on.

Talk about saving one thing for real is extreme, but that takes about as much effort.

Talk about busting a villain but just another villain creeping into that hole.

The story is that if you crush one tissue, whatever it is, it affects your surroundings, good or bad.

Well, and... when I do, it all ends up like this. "

I wonder if you understand.

and somewhere very much, spreading his hands like an amateur who conceited stage actors.

The boy who finished telling the old story and its lesson just said that was the summation.

The world changed when I smiled - frigidly - and smiled (...).

"I mean, don't get on with it, little girl."

Her vision was grasped by black at a moment when there was no sound and it was not even possible to see (...).

What the hell is a sole who couldn't make it to resistance, screaming, breathing, or even intuition?

What I saw from the black gap was a boy who was close enough to cover that gap. Let him have it.

Overlapping, I saw a monster (Nanica) that seemed adorable with the word "evil brake" at the same time.

"Huh..."

I can't even afford to be surprised.

So Mikoto understood that he was finally being grabbed in the face by his hand.

I felt tired after a few days even though it was about two seconds at most.

further delay. The skin was ripped by black fingers finally protruding after two seconds,

I noticed that the red of the five muscles colored my own face. Speaking of the other way around, four seconds.

Put it on. That's all she could understand, I can say.

Or did you intuitively assume that it was dangerous to admit anything more?

"If you look sweet, did you put it up and make a mistake?"

Voices without discouragement, which is why they are ruthless and oppressive.

Everybody just wonders where it's been sweet if it's plain.

They were unconsciously delaying recognition, including that action, which could be described as a sudden murder.

I knew it. If you suddenly admit it, your soul won't keep it, he said.

By then the boy had not restrained his own sanity as if he had.

Intentionally released, it pollutes the air, the space.

"Ah."

I see each other there. Shiny eyes outside the realm of people without shards such as Japanese shades.

I want to drool my head naturally even though I have no boyhood, indifference, fright, anger or anything.

When the darkening divinity was expressed in words, it showed itself not to be recognised by the eyes.

Fallen angels. Demons. Grievance. Monster. The devil. Bad god. Imagine them.

A vicious nanica undoubtedly manifests itself there as if to mock the human race that has come.

All the exchanges we've had, this assault, and the bleeding that goes with it, are final.

Rather still, no wonder “why” I (Mikoto) am not dead.

"Come on, it's time to punish you...... keep up the good work, all right?

A boy (Nanica) rips his skin so that he gently twists his right thumb.

blurry and looked up at it, she vaguely wondered if she had been grabbed with her left hand

While recognizing that it didn't matter, I was a little surprised that the blood spilled was usually red.

You can't look at me so directly that you have to be unconscious about something extraneous.

That's it for unconscious defense. Blood drips off her head as she pounds.

Just a drop of red flowed through her face, and the moment she touched her own red.

"Huh?

The direction was normal even when grabbed by black, distorted vision.

I was forced to look directly at things that were avoiding direct vision.

People shouldn't see (...) Nanica covers up the world (her).

Let's see the third moon with an indescribable anomaly that we can't describe in human words and so on.

Compared to this, real monsters, shiny beasts and many monsters imagined by man are bugs.

In an instant, my body is attacked by the illusion of spinning hundreds of times, making me nauseous enough to want to smash through everything built in.

"Ah, whoa, whoa!

The discomfort and soul atrophying obstruction that is more peeked at when shown.

With just a moment of intersection of gaze, the heart is eagled, no, the shock runs as if it was crushed.

It even made it harder for her to sit down. She fell in to hold her chest and squat.

"Micoto!

If you notice, there was no more boy (Nanica) when Ong shouted her name.

He sat as just a boy (Shinichi) with a face he didn't eat in his original position. That's why.

While he understands that he must have been able to speak up, he hugs Mikoto's fallen shoulder.

"Oh, this is...!

That's unusually cold, albeit flesh out of natural time.

Though conscious, in an instant, the twenty year old is even bluer with an aging face.

He also had a rough breath, a stunned, frightening gaze at the flat boy.

Especially the hand was trembling violently and grabbing Ong's kimono to ask for help.

It's been the first time I've seen him since I was born.

The boy (Sinichi) remembered fear emotions of a different kind than

- Isn't that the same sign you have now?

'Oh, uh... Shinichi, what did you do?

I saw both of them completely frightened and shrunk, and I said this was all I had to ask.

Shauko asked with a slightly distracted face, but he answered lightly and concisely.

"I made it my family."

"Seriously!?

"Huh!?

………

Stunning. Outrageous. Flash.

Each reacts differently and no one has taken the wrong meaning.

Because no one knew what the signs he had unleashed were.

And so does the meaning of the word 'family'. Whatever the signs are of an evil nature, God is God.

Then the family in this case is under the authority of God, called the Angel of God or His Messenger.

Virtually this makes it harder for her to defy Sin Yichi anymore.

But I had a feeling everyone couldn't just do that.

"Be glad, Micoto, now you no longer die without my permission (...)"

"............ what?

And it hits precisely, and in the worst possible way.

He explained with delight with the offensive look of a full smile.

"Whatever circumstances, causes, or means you die, you will not die.

If anything happens to that flesh, it will restore it immediately. Even if you solve the surgery.

I will no longer grow old in the normal course of time, nor will I get old all at once.

Whether they wipe out the flesh, or they set it to rebuild immediately, or destroy the soul.

I left it to go back to normal...... oh, and by the way, it stays that way even if I die.

Wow, isn't it immortality itself, the dream of mankind? Good for you. "

Congratulations, Sinn Ichi who smiles and applauds.

But we all understood that it was too spiteful harassment.

Indeed, immortality is one of the dreams (desires) that various East and West have sought in ancient times and now.

At the same time, however, I have to say that it is an aspiration with some lack of imagination.

Unless you have an extra special spirit, no human being can stand an endless raw.

It will be the mountain of Sekiyama that will eventually go wild, exhausted somewhere.

The human mind still doesn't have a basement or anything that would allow it to spend such a long time.

Even she, who has only lived about a hundred years, tried to give up on herself like this.

That one uses an overly vicious wildcard called Mascalade to get all

The ruinous desire to have the problem destroyed, including myself, was hidden.

Family and immortality are nothing but torture for her like that.

"Oh, that's stupid!

Mikoto screamed like a scream with a face that turned white beyond the blue as that proved.

Can't you believe it or don't you want to? I look at my hands trembling with stunned eyes.

Then when she pulled the knife out of the knife, she cut off her own arm without giving her a moment to stop.

Blood and a chopped wrist fall and someone's breathtaking voice sounds. but.

"Hih!"

The most sounded was our frightened voice. First the pain was mild. Not all of them.

I don't think he cut off his arm very much, it was so painful that he was stabbed a little with a needle.

And at that next moment, I'd have bled out, I'd have dropped blood, I'd have dropped the wrist, the footage.

It goes back like a reverse regeneration, with no drop of bleeding around one scratch on the arm.

It was too unusual speed and result even if it was some kind of regenerative or retrograde ability.

"Oh, my God, that's it!

He's a frightened wolf, but what's stunning him is his unusual ability to play.

That's not the only reason. Because I know what the old story means. He's doing it for a purpose.

Do not choose means diagonally. I don't hate to use hundreds or thousands of labor and power for ten achievements.

Most of the purpose is to harass and seek dominance to an extent other than that, such as kinship and immortality.

The spirit of doing it without hesitation, even though we haven't had a match at all, is horrible.

I could only feel it.

"Are you ready, Tumen Mikoto"

"Huh!?

The voice directed at Mikoto with no words in his ass for such a reaction is cold.

There is no temperature as a person in the sight or expression, but the colour of blame is conveyed.

Mikoto was beginning to realize that he couldn't resist it. Family.

I am trembling realizing the meaning of the word in my soul. He says he's under his command now.

You're being treated like this, and you're afraid that he'll abandon you.

She was just frightened.

"Hmm... hey Shinichi-kun... could you be angry with me?

"Ha, isn't that so decided (...)"

But.

I was nevertheless surprised by the aggressive attitude and the grand harassment of Shauko's

He answered the question with a flinching, grinning - frivolous - smile.

Ah, and a mother with a head. Apparently, he was thinking about Mikoto's career.

They were coming to mind more than that.

"... those guys could have died without me.

I did it to this extent, and I want you to say thank you. "

"Eh."

The gaze and words that complain about it pierce Mikoto sharply.

I left the kids in a good mood to kill even if I trusted myself.

What is the difference between it and no longer necessarily intentional? I was wondering if there's any reason you wouldn't be angry.

I was honestly putting that emotion out on my voice color and expression and hitting it with my grump.

'Oh well, my child is loved, heh.

... and what will Mikoto do to forgive you for that unforgivable thing?

"Huh?"

I try to see what is preferable to the boy's attitude, but with a bitter smile I give him a helping boat.

If you don't have permission, you're no longer dead. If you have permission, you're dead.

Mikoto, who was not calm about so much fear and agitation, didn't even realize that.

"Naturally, do something about the exorcism clan. I'm in the way of these troubles.

If there's no sacrifice for the average person, I don't care what you do, but you take care of it. "

"Oh no..."

If I can't, I'm going to say it. distortion of the status quo because it could not be done.

But for some reason, a bright voice returns to the voice that you know you don't have to say.

"Mm, you can do it. Because of someone else after the espionage issue surfaced.

I lost my spiritual vision (eyes). It suddenly increased uselessly...... yeah, this as a Sovereign

Why don't you just get your hands on it all you want? Besides, you're invincible now.

Normally bumping into you won't hurt one hand, you can do it all you want!

How convenient, he laughed invincibly with a twitch,

Shauko laughed with his belly in his arms. Only Mikoto, who was flattered, told everyone.

The expression gradually distorts the meaning of the word in the form of a delay, with its intent coming into mind.

"What?"

'Haha, haha! That's funny, Mikoto!

I'm already a mess and a mess, but I don't like it!

I mean, is that what this is about?

Was it all a long foreshadow for that?

A whitened face returns to the blue. Physical tremors also stopped. Just the soul's.

The feeling of despair that cools from the core turns to an indescribable temperature.

So the expression was bittersweet. Especially with that switch.

Though the speed of recovery has not lived in Dada for more than a hundred years.

"... Takuma-kun, what should I do? There's a guy in front of you who's worse than me?

When she got back on track, Ong swam her eyes at her words and chose to remain silent.

I couldn't deny or affirm it in front of a man who didn't care about the trade-off between means and purpose.

"Don't treat me like one. I'm not halfway lazy like you.

He's a pretty annoying stinker, but he's also an overwhelming worker. "

"Isn't that, in a way, the worst?

But his inner heart spills out in such a way that he didn't think of the evaluation he himself had spoken of.

Anyway, that showed that if it moved, no one could stop it. There was too much power on top.

Words or actions so far. That's why he said he was rude, and Ong makes his face tense. but.

"I think so too."

I guess I was aware. Clapping at the way you nod yeah with a strange face.

The old men, who had lost their poison, sighed heavily as they sat back on the spot.

"Ha... there was a mechanical god named Deus Ex Machina.

It's against the rules to intervene in everything but the curtain. "

I missaw how he was just in one superficial response to this case with Kutoria.

The last curtain puller. Any tragedy would be "still manageable."

I am distracted by a mechanical god. I guessed so, but the truth is, it's similar and non-existent.

Thought he was moving. Exactly, though.

"Not all of them. If I'm still the only one who can handle this.

I'm squeezing in if I didn't like it, and I want you to be patient. "

A boy who says he's in the mood for anything other than an emergency.

It can be considered too out-of-the-box a judgment criterion for those with non-standard powers.

At the same time it is reminiscent of the selfish, tyrannical and arrogant gods who are often in mythology.

But compared to them, it's a lot better because you think about other people.

But it was a standard that had many different difficulties than those people.

"... are you the only one who thinks I'm saying something outrageous?

"Ha, I wonder if it's such a place as Shizuku Machinery's Evil God.

Young, deserted and selfish people look fine that far. "

In two ways the old man had a headache in that way, and she went as far as sarcasm.

Kale is the one who wraps it up at the end but ruins the stage in the preamble if he doesn't like it.

He had a path hostile to Mikoto, a path to perish here, and a path to rule the clan.

But I didn't choose any of them, and I ruled the mastermind of the story at the beginning, and then I managed.

So if it's going to be a big boost from the audience and staff if it's going to be stage.

Especially if he finds out about the mood of the audience (outsiders) and the backside (masterminds).

What the boy cares about are the stars or not even the roles in the writing crack.

Turning a tragedy into a comedy, he was supposed to hit that “someone” disaster.

It is about to be a god of convenience to smash it into pieces. But it is.

"Thank you for the compliment, I guess.

It suits me sexually... "

"Neither, I don't think it's a compliment."

"An arrogant, sweet God who is not tied to anything, and who does not save and destroy the story. What a difficult kid."

Mikoto breaks his face, worried about the difficulty as he seems to watch him tickle.

Anyway, he knows what he's talking about and he's saying it.

Things that only he can handle and things that he doesn't like can exist at the same time.

but when should we intervene when things can be handled outside of ourselves even if we don't like it?

If he is the only one who can handle it but doesn't care, will he leave it alone? With that choice.

To what extent does he need to bear the damage that arises? Well.

"Well, only if you use your power as a god,"

"... you think I'll even make a loophole in my rules? That's evil, cunning, dirty."

Did you take the words that Mikoto and the others put on the back of the words?

She is taken aback by the boy who laughed invincibly in the face of the prankster himself.

Because I told him that as a person, he could move as he pleases otherwise.

Especially if he still won't be able to change all of the tragedies he'll notice.

She sighed in her chest that there was no way she could beat a kid who knew and laughed like that.

"You're a cunning god, you're superior. That's fine with me... yes, I want to."

The evil god of mechanical tricks. Arrogant and sweet God. A sly, filthy God.

Did you also read the thought from Mikoto's such assessment? Now the boy laughs contentedly.

It was a face that knew its difficulty, its uncertainty, its despair that could not even reach God.

Still, it's a good, young man's face. She did.

The power was there to move forward to our samurai, which could not be retained even after stopping physical time.

The old men, blinded by it for a moment, somehow shut up and mercy him like that.

The two loosened their cheeks as well as the look of Shauko watching over them.

"Hehe, what a child"

"You have signs of difficulty, cuckoo"

As the old men worry about it but envy it. And Ong was in his chest and he...

I was convinced by my instincts that I was the owner of the divinity I had previously seen and one person from the way it was done.

And when they laugh all the way, they turn around. They get their residence right and suddenly bow their heads.

Please forgive me for being so disrespectful.

As a member of your family, I encourage you to meet your expectations. "

"Likewise, as Mikoto's subordinate, we will endeavour to meet that concern."

Though for a moment I frowned at such a fearful tale

Riding what he thought was a necessary ritual for separation, he answers in a residency tone.

"Good, let's forgive.

Encourage me, Tumen Mikoto, to spend some time at the bottom of the sun to rest. "

"" Ha. "

Two top members of the Japanese exorcist clan nodding in return for a short but powerful reply.

It virtually made them a child named Nakamura Sinyichi, of the Evil God.

It was the same thing that happened when I was subordinated. And from this day on, into the history of exorcism.

There will be so much harsh solemnity and purification and re-education to be engraved.

Especially.

"And one good place to put it together, Shinichi?

The mother (Shauko) already has something to worry about.

Ask the boy next door with or without a grin.

"What is it, Mr. Shawko?

"That's why my mother-in-law said..."

I erased my last-minute attitude as soon as I could, and turned to each body, like I promised him.

That's what I gave her back. But the words didn't last as time stopped.

She suddenly barked, whether or not she noticed the sight of the other three.

'That's it!!

That was a long time ago! You're only talking about that hand through, right?

That makes me so sad that I don't have to deal with it this far too!!

"Oh."

"As always, this girl..."

"Ha..."

Sinichi smiles bitterly like trouble apart from the old men who enjoy it or get it.

It's not a fallacy in the subject, it's just a face that I've finally touched there.

But she won't stop at that. Because Cotto is talking about the future of his beloved daughter.

Though Shin-ichi's bitter laughter is the reason why she really thinks so.

"I don't think you're dissatisfied with our bar!? Sure, I haven't developed yet.

See, you grew up on the floor!?

"What's the mother saying!!

Just that's it, too. His hand was reaching out in such a way as not to think of a dangerous statement.

"Yikes, that hurt!? It's my first experience that iron claw hurts even though I'm a spirit!?

Mikoto, did you take this? Hey, this really rings to my soul, it hurts!!

Could it not have been through if it had been that much of a statement?

I was blowing my previous polite attitude and grabbing her face and tightening it up.

A ghost that floats in the universe in another way when a living human decides to iron claw.

The way it taps into its own arms is surreal.

"Gibb gibb! Because it's gibberish!

"Hehe, there's nothing to live for.

Is this some kind of Fae Martial Arts fight?

"The definition of the Fae seems to shake... so does the common sense of the eagles."

He was a seriously smiling Mikoto and a seriously heavy sighing ono.

On the other hand, Sin Yichi let go to throw her away because she had been sued for surrender.

"Ugh, uhh, the spirit body seems distorted... because it's really out of common sense"

The strength of the spiritual body or being thrown down to the corner of the black space, as soon as we get back next to him.

He brought a moaning voice as he ascertained the condition of his own face.

"If you think so, don't pick me as your beloved daughter's opponent.

You know exactly what I am, don't you?

Ask in a frustrating voice even though there is no discouragement while looking at it with a frivolous eye.

Understanding his own attributes and attributes, he was seriously blaming that light attitude.

but.

'Dead man, but sane or not.' Cause you're the only one who's seen that kid anymore...

You're not gonna deny that you didn't realize it or that you were mistaken, are you?

If you joke like that, you won't forgive me, and my mother (Shauko), who puts a lot of pressure on me.

Sinichi had no answerable words for anything that would not defy it.

…………

But that silence is the answer itself.

I just laughed at Shauko's face saying it was what I expected.

"Ugh, you're a really clumsy honest man,"

"Come on!"

Like my daughter, or because of my life experience. When this happens, I have no more wins than my daughter.

There is no vicious divinity that overwhelmed the old men until just now when they roared in repentance.

All I could see was a boy tangled up in his neighborhood's care-giving aunt.

'What do you care, more or less, is the ego of a man?

I hope you don't lick the power of God, the heart of the commotion, the hah, to the power of evil. '

Is that why? Or are you serious? Don't lick my daughter. She laughs at the boy with her nose.

"I don't know about your daughter, but you think our daughter would be unhappy to that extent?

That's all that makes that girl happy if you can think for yourself and stay with me.

Whatever disaster comes after that, I'm sure I'll stand up to it with you. '

At least I was.

I can't even say just about anything back to a word that's hidden somewhere like that.

These are the only words that can be said by her (Tomoe) mother and the one who actually built the family.

He, the mask and the evil god are utterly powerless in that regard.

'Mostly you're not the kind of kid who can leave the person you put in your nostalgia for once.

I'm recommending it because I think it's worthwhile as a parent..................................................................... '

Meaninglessly out of words, she mouths her wishes when she looks hazy there.

Show me your grandson's face, huh?

The right-hand knife roared. Reflectively.

Where has the seriousness gone so far?

Squatting while holding down his head giving him hot air, Shauko gets bored with his first physical pain in a long time.

"Ha ha!

If you push me down, I'll accept you...

I think she's a pretty good thinker, so she's pretty good at wives and witches and stuff!

But when he comes back instantly, he just grabs both fists and appeals that it's a bargain.

As a god, as a husband, the boy had a headache in recommending that he be served.

"So is that what you mean by mother"

'Cause you're a mother!

'Cause if I don't, she's not going to get anything else...'

I was worried about the delay, and he barked at her unexpectedly, speaking in a tone of seriousness.

"Whoa, either you want to brag about your daughter or you want to disparage her!

'Well, that means you can't allow anyone but yourself to mess around with the bar?

"Who said that!?

Such a cry as a cut-off?

Says the boy who is going to be the mother of Pa Taru Shouko and his stepson.

But it's totally his mother, Shauko, who's good at it and he's not dealing with it.

The old men watching it smiled or bitterly smiled at each other.

"I just look at this like a normal kid... I'm scared, that kid"

"Because it keeps people's egos... but"

"Mm, what?

I'd agree that normality scares me the other way around.

Micoto urged him to continue with his neck tilted as he placed his time deep in meaning.

"I feel like I've been working hard for decades to this day."

Results don't have to be a big deal.

Even if the problem could hardly be solved.

It was not in vain that we tried to prevent only the disintegration and runoff of the clan.

Ong's eyes complained that it must have been for this to happen on this day.

Mikoto spills a natural grin like he lost his power when he blinks his eyes several times.

"Yes, Takuma-kun was such a romantic."

"What a man, no matter how old he is, it's like that."

So there was always a serious color in the words and face that went on.

"Together, let us bear our sins for destruction.

To avoid leaving unwanted remorse and old filth in the afterlife, you may be called a great sinner. "

Let's get our hands dirty at all costs. Let's get your name dirty. Now it's time to be ready for that.

That was a face that reminds me of the day of his youth when he swore he would be Mikoto's hands and feet.

If I'd made up my mind that day, something would have changed.

"Yes, thank you, Takuma."

Mikoto is shameless, prepared to shake off regrets that have passed for a moment,

He had a gentle but strong grin, neither acting nor masked. That's odd.

It was nothing short of the smile and dimension of a woman whose young daughter-in-law fell in love.