Toru Amuro felt as if he was in a movie, every second was a clear and long shot.

He stared wide-eyed, looking at Angostella outside without blinking.

There was no lighting in the phone booth, only an old street lamp next to it, and Toru Amuro could clearly see Angostella outside, with the only intact red eye smiling crookedly.

He is happy and smiling at him.

Angostella, who sent him to safety, intending to face all enemies alone, smiled at him, and said to him—

"Thank you for being by my side."

The ground under his feet began to vibrate, and there was a sound of mechanical operation, and the two people in the phone booth sank slowly.

"Don't be afraid, wait for me to come back. As I said, I will not abandon you."

Amuro's fingers pressed against the glass, and he dragged his finger marks down heavily. He watched as the hands of the two missed just like that, while Angustra remained outside, getting farther and farther away from him.

"Angostella!"

He struggled and stretched out his hand unwillingly, but he could no longer touch the glass.

…

In the rehabilitation training room of the hospital, Angustra once comforted him like this.

Behind them is a set of two-way stairs dedicated to rehabilitation, with only five short steps on both sides.

Normally, he could easily jump over with his eyes closed, but after lying down for more than two months and just starting his rehabilitation training, he trembled when he stepped up a level—even because he didn’t hold on to the handrail next to him, he almost fell backwards. He fell to the ground, but fortunately Angostella hugged him in time.

He hugged his body and let him sit back in the wheelchair for a while to rest.

Toru Amuro's expression was numb, he was ashamed in front of Angostella, and the shame in his heart almost overwhelmed him. He glanced at the little boss and asked several times.

"Angestra, do you want to give up on me?"

As soon as the question was uttered, he regretted it, because he had asked it not long ago.

This is a very strange mentality. If you don’t ask, you will worry about gains and losses and self-doubt. If you ask, you are afraid that your boss will find him annoying. No matter how you choose, it will be a torment.

Angostella looked down at him, a tenderness in his eyes that he would die for.

"I will not give up my men," he said firmly.

After finishing speaking, he placed his hands under his armpit, and supported him from the wheelchair with his own body.

"I won't leave you behind."

…

Angostella's gentle voice was still in my ears.

Toru Amuro kept his head up in a daze, his breathing was almost stagnant, and there was a faint smell of blood in his throat.

— He couldn't see Angostella who said twice that he wouldn't leave him.

…Why?

Toru Amuro's mind went blank, he felt something exploded in his ears, making his ears buzzing, and he couldn't hear what Ireland behind him was saying to him at all.

Why did you say not to leave him, but still sent him to a safe place alone, and didn't want to face the enemy with him?

Why did Angustra regard him as an object to be protected—even for the important code name assessment task, he had to carefully select someone who did not need to use violence?

Why did Angustra doubt his ability so much, why did he protect him in every way...

Like a flash of light in the dark night, Toru Amuro suddenly became enlightened.

Angostella's protection of him began when he witnessed the death of Ethan Bentang.

—In that mission, he felt that he would be afraid of the dead, so he has been carefully protecting him since then.

Amuro Toru's breath became short of breath, his heart was filled with regret.

It was his fault, his own misbehavior, that had given Angostella that ludicrous illusion.

If time could go backwards, this time he would beat that **** undercover into a sieve in front of Gin.

If you give him one more chance...if you give him another chance...

The light in Toru Amuro's eyes completely disappeared.

The darkness in all directions swallowed him, pulled him, and then sank into a deeper place.

——

Irish Whiskey moved his arm, and after confirming that the injury was not serious, he began to observe Toru Amuro beside him.

He has never met Pan Nuo, and he has no interest in the French undercover who died under Angostella, let alone vent his anger on Amuro Toru - he is not the kind of gin who wants to bite anyone, To confirm the lunatic who is not clean on the other side.

The blond mixed-race man was stiff all over. He didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't even notice that the elevator stopped.

Ireland rubbed his chin, feeling that he could drive the man in front of him crazy by deliberately whispering "Angstra is dead" in his ear at this time.

But he didn't make such a bad joke, he just stretched out his hand and pushed Amuro Toru's shoulder hard.

Toru Amuro was pushed out of the elevator unsuspectingly, and fell near the light strip on the ground.

Ireland watched Toru Amuro sit up from the ground, but he didn't stand up, he just sat there, as if he was a wounded person waiting to recover from a serious injury, unable to fully get up without support from others.

"Angostella..."

He heard him whispering to himself like a mosquito, his falling hair covering his eyes.

"..."

Alas, this kind of mentality is not acceptable. If there are dangerous elements in the base, and he bumps into them like this, this little life saved by the boss with great difficulty will be lost immediately.

Ireland so cool whizzed thought.

In fact, he can understand Toru Amuro's mood at the moment. If the boss faced the enemy alone and sent him to a safe place to hide, he would probably go crazy in place.

But it was Angostella up there at the moment—sometimes, Angostella, whom no one in the organization dared to mess with—and Ireland thought he was making a big deal out of a molehill.

"Okay, Amuro, hurry up, Angostella will be fine."

Ireland walked towards Amuro, reaching out to help him up.

There is a saying that "it depends on the owner to beat a dog". Belmode said that Toru Amuro is Angustra's loyal dog.

So no matter how curious he is, a little research is enough. If he goes too far, that bottle of dangerous bitter wine will not let him go. He still cherishes life most of the time.

When Ireland was about to reach out and touch Amuro's shoulder, Amuro, who was sitting there with his head bowed, suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"!"

Feeling the strength on the wrist, Ireland was startled and looked down.

He saw Toru Amuro still sitting on the ground~lightnovelpub.net~ finally raised his head slowly at this time, the bangs on his forehead slid aside with the movement of raising his head, revealing the pair of purple-gray eyes underneath.

Under the feet of the two is the ground light strip, and they can see each other's expressions and eyes clearly.

The moment he saw those eyes clearly, Ireland was stunned for a moment, then as if he had discovered something interesting, he showed a smile full of interest against the severe pain like a broken wrist.

"It's a nice look." He praised.

It turns out that this is not just a loyal dog.

It was a vicious dog running in the dark, ready to rip the throats of everyone but its owner.

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