The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

After Azrees defeated Lucifer the Demon King, he placed the head of the Lost Lord on his abdomen and licked one of his cheeks.

"Hmm, Master... have you changed the taste of blood again?

Giorno, who was sitting back face to face, laughs cously when he sees a pouch tilting his neck with a clam.

Behind such a giorno, Lilia meditates her eyes with her hands on her ears. His eyes opened and he exhaled.

"Apparently, Lucifer's defeat has scattered the monsters of the Demon King's Army. Polko's here to back you up, so don't worry."

"Mr. Porco is here for you! That's great -!

Porch waving his tail happily.

After Giorno smiles at it, he takes it seriously.

"Well, Porch, you"

"Yes! Hmm? Is that it? It's Shilo!... right?

"I was listening to Lucifer talking to Mr. Azley about your existence when you were losing your mind. I fell back then, and I could only gather information by ear."

"It's awesome -?

Porch where only the neck represents inclination and rush in various directions because of the inability to move Azley's body.

"And you heard." He said he lived a long time. I thought you had enough knowledge. Especially Mr. Azley. "

"A long time (when) ……… you drank that long time Shizuku, just like the witch of Twead, didn't you?

Giorno nods at Lilia's speculation.

"Well, I don't care if it's from me, but there's only one thing I can't solve."

"I still know how to hide my age, but why use a pseudonym...... maybe?

"I can't hear anything -!

He folds his ears and his poach meditates on his eyes and lays down his face.

After a little silence flowed, a small voice was heard from Porch's abdomen.

"Nice...... Porch. I'll talk..."

"Master!? also, you can rest a little more!? You won't be in a state where you can move now!

"Using the Sacred Raw Conclave and Givin Magic... you'll probably be fine"

"But!"

Azley, who does not stop in Porch's words, started the cosmic diagram (Chiuzu) and activated the Sacred Living Conjunction and Givin Magic against himself, as he put it.

"Sorry, just me"

"You don't have to worry about an easy recovery, Porch, because I've had it done to you. Mr. Azley is the greatest feat of the Demon King's War. Hey, Lilia?

"Right. I hope it's easier."

"And you haven't seen it yet, have you? its eyes."

"It's a boulder."

Azley, bitterly smiling at Giorno's allegations, began to speak with his body in his hands at Porch.

That you and Porch have come beyond time.

Reasons beyond time. To get the magic of breaking limits. To survive in this age. Because it was named Paul by Porch. The legend of a jihadist in his own time.

Just scratch it. Azley communicated carefully so as not to affect his presence or those around him.

"Ahhh I talked to you -............"

"He knows what I'm talking about."

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Keep quiet Giorno and Lilia.

You know how those two feel, don't you... Azley opens his mouth again.

"Well... I mean... maybe we'll say goodbye soon."

Azley laughs as he flirts.

Then they stood up and moved to Azley's eye. As if, align each other's positions.

"Huh!"

It was Porch who surprised me to replace the blind Azley.

It is the brave Giorno and the warrior Lelia who kneel before Azley and drool their heads.

Azley, who felt Porch's strangeness, learns from the swings of magic what the two do.

"Nah... what?

"Courtesy to those who decide to fight further enemies in a world without us....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"I was told to fight the Demon King again, and no one can fight. Everything about that body, that mind, that knowledge, that experience, Azley deserves respect."

"Please forgive us for taking Mr. Azley lightly without knowing the circumstances."

"Sorry......"

A heart of love and two apologies for their former disrespect.

"Hey, what are you talking about! The master is like that -"

"" - Happy to the great magician Azley and his user-demon Porch... "

Two words aligned to block Porch's words.

Porch round his eyes, quietly surprised, and bitterly grinned, Azley scratching his cheeks.

Azley leaves, and rises, from the stomach of the lost word Porch.

Watching Azley walk under the two of them fluttering but bowing their heads, Porch also unraveled the hugeness and headed for a small run next to it.

Azley, who poked her knee and lowered her hips, placed those hands quietly on their shoulders.

Giorno's face, Lilia's face, is slowly pointed at Azley.

"I'm so glad to see you both..."

shy, but happily zero grin Azley and

"You've had a lot of help! Me, time with you two, it was so much fun!

Porch smiling nicely as he let his tail wave.

Giorno and Lilia take Azley's hand and stand up with the three of them with their support.

And lay three right hands on top of each other in the center,

"Ah, so am I. -!

Lay three right hands and one right front leg on top of each other and open your mouth as Giorno looks up into the sky.

"Four of us. Even if sometimes we don't have the same long-standing friendship. That tie, it won't break after tens of millions of years!

Then Lelia,

"With the utmost bond and pride in your heart, give strength to your friends on the road!

Azley continues.

"Not as a jihadist. Just as a friend. I will never forget this moment of friendship!

"So, so sooo!!

Shizuku that zeroes out of the eyes of Azley and Porch.

That was never just a tear of sorrow.

For all that was before was a great adventure, of Azley and Porch, where there was no place to rely.

"Huh... Huh..."

Ask Azley for tears, Giorno at his usual pace.

"Is there anything I can do?"

"To everyone... thank you..."

"Do you just tell her? Huh! Is that, Mr. Azley?

Giorno points to Azley's body.

"That!? That!? Something's clear to us!? What's going on! Master!?"

"This is..."

Azley leans down and grips his hand hard.

"... I wonder if you mean time"

Saying as Giorno guessed, Porch rushes to pick up Azley's Drinium Rod.

Azley muttered quietly after receiving it.

"Sounds like..."

Azley looking sad.

Then Lilia in front of me screamed embarrassingly.

"A, Azley!

Decent azley and pouch.

"Well... if I can, I want a connection with Azley."

".................. hey, there's that Lilia?"

Lilia, fisting at Giorno's cheek, who told him to tear it up.

"Aye."

"Elves take care of connecting with their peers when they say goodbye."

Azley chuckled at those two interactions.

"Well, you know what?"

Having said that, Azley began to map the universe with his fingers.

"Ho, Store Room"

Things Azley took out of a black, deep space.

It was a piece of parchment.

On that parchment, Azley wrote something with magic.

"Then give me this."

A proper Lelia receives the parchment.

"Nothing... but it doesn't say?

"You'll see later."

Azley, with the included grin, felt his last moments with his companions, putting his hands on Porch's head and showing them with a full grin.

And so did Porch.

Azley and Porch, wrapped in light, disappear from before the two of them.

I don't even know where it disappeared. But they all look up at the sky.

"No, you were funny people..."

"Yeah, really..."

"Uh-huh, that doesn't sound like it. Are you sure about Mr. Azley?"

"There's no way that's possible!

"Is it true?"

"... but it's the best guy I've ever met..."

In the wake of such Lelia's words, Giorno rounds his eyes.

Shortly afterwards, a loud laugh struck the wooden spirit over the fierce battlefield.

With the furious Lilia voice......

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"Weird."

Azley standing alone.

A body that is still clear.

Drinium rod on right hand side.

And my left hand was on Porch's head. It should have been.

"Porch is... not here? Besides, this place is..................!

Thanks to the Holy Life Order, the scenery around it, which looked slight, was a very nostalgic place for Azley.

Yes, this is--

"- The Fulbride family"

Front view was a room where Jun and I once swallowed beer (mead).

Coincidence or inevitability, the door opens slowly.

A leaning jun discovers a shadow besides himself beneath his feet.

"Huh!"

Losing words, Jun. He blocks his mouth with both hands and just stares at a worn out azley.

Gradually moisturizing eyes and distorted faces.

"Er... - Huh!?

Thin arms placed on his chest before Azley uttered the next word.

Jun's trembling shoulders visible under his eyes.

That's long and short...... a goodbye hug (like that).

Even Jun knew that.

"I'm sorry... Lord Paul..."

In Azley's chest, Jun squeezes out his most trembling voice.

"... uh, call me Azley"

"............... right"

Azley didn't say everything, and Jun didn't hear everything.

Just a temporary silence. That was the conversation between them.

Eventually Jun's mouth opens bending over.

"The Demon King... you defeated him"

"Ha ha, somehow..."

"Right..."

The silence visited again was not that long.

Jun stops his body trembling and stares quietly at Azley.

The face looks spicy... the woman's face.

"Have some courage............ will you?

The identity of Jun's strange words.

That was the reason for the future political marriage to be visited.

I can't tell you that, Jun, and I can't ask you, Azley.

But I didn't know what that meant. It wasn't Azley.

Azley's hand, which held both Jun's shoulders, turns back.

In that successful and gentle embrace, Jun's face is stained with the color of relief.

Jun's cheek placed on Azley's chest.

Just for a moment. But certainly a laugh of happiness visited.

"Thanks......"

The last word I hung on a disappearing azley.

And staring at each other, Azley still chose to smile and disappeared.

Later there was...... just a little beast odor.

"Hehe... this smell. Likes."

Staring at the ceiling, he said in tears, his Shizuku endlessly overflowing, conveying his cheeks.

"Thanks......!

Growling again Jun.

Wipe your tears, your walking back was already the back of a proud knight.