"Isn't the teacher injured? Where did he go?"

"Never mind, I even ran away even though I came. I don't want to worry about such a rude teacher."

When the faction members were worried, Shokuhou Caoqi was in a very unhappy mood because of the previous scene. At first, she was very confused about whether to come or not. If it wasn't for the faction members to talk badly, she wouldn't be having trouble with Yongye just now. Contradictory situation comes down here.

It's okay to come here, but now Yong Ye, who is obviously a patient, has run away, leaving a room full of girls, which really makes her a little angry.

"gone."

After the girls from various schools in the room had left, Shokuhou Misaki also turned around and planned to go back.

"Well, well~ Madam Queen, don't be so angry, the teacher must have some special reason..."

"gone back."

Ignoring the persuasion of his subordinates, Shokuhou Caoqi took the lead and walked in front, while the group of girls in the back could only look at each other and followed, helplessly following.

In a blink of an eye, there was no one left in the ward, only the fruits, biscuits and other condolences left everywhere, but unfortunately Yong Ye never came back, but in the walking path in the park, thinking about what he should do .

Looking at the side, there is nothing, no one.

Of course, it was already late at night, and no one would come to the park.

He didn't plan to go back to the hospital, and he didn't even go through the discharge procedures. He returned to his apartment alone in a wheelchair. With the sound of "ding dong" from the elevator, he came to the fifth floor where he was.

Opening the door, the room was empty, and there was no breath of life. The only thing that could make people feel that this was a place where living people lived, probably only the wrinkled and untidy white sheets.

"...the march of the dead..."

After going through the things that went on, Yong Ye recalled the past, and he thought of the characteristics of this weapon. He came to the corner and pulled out the blade. The sacred text on the blade began to glow faintly, although Yong Ye didn't know it. What kind of text is that, but you can understand the meaning of the above.

"Eternity, forbidden magic, inherent, space..."

Eternity is not bad, no magic, fixed holding, space transfer, that's probably what it means... If Yongye remembers correctly.

This looks like... an unusual blade, but it does have extraordinary abilities.

The meaning of banning magic, I am afraid it is not only the prohibition of magic power, but the cracking of all abnormal power. As for why... his personal source of information seems to be made by the gods of the heavens, and it has been strengthened by a stronger existence.

"If you use this to cut yourself, will the things that inexplicably damage your body disappear?"

With doubts, Yong Ye threw the scabbard on the bed and aimed the blade at his own... The back of his right hand lightly slashed.

The words "Forbidden Magic" flashed on the blade, and Yong Ye felt an indescribable pain all over his body like being struck by lightning. The capillaries on the skin of his left hand burst, and blood instantly spread throughout the room.

The curse of God was broken by the march of the dead in an instant, and the side effects of the Great Destruction emerged immediately, but it was meaningless to only lift the curse on the hand, and the curse would regenerate in the next moment to compete with the side effects.

It is the curse and the side effects that check and balance each other, so that Yongye's body maintains a delicate balance and does not die. If one is lifted, the other can be killed, and this thing is not so simple to break.

"It hurts...!... But, compared to this... There seems to be someone in this knife?"

Although he really wanted to bandage his **** left hand, Yong Ye was more concerned about some of the things he recalled when he held the dead and marched, as well as the existence of Princess Ruisi. (PS: The doomsday volume tentatively has a picture.)

"..."

Holding the blade, Yong Ye didn't know if he should release the people inside. In his memory, he seemed to be afraid of that girl, why? Why be afraid? Why are you afraid to keep it?

With the residual warmth in my arms, I spent countless sad nights...

I don't know why, this kind of thought suddenly appeared in Yong Ye's heart, and the dead were marched up by ghosts and gods.

Purple light appeared on the blade, and then beside Yong Ye, in the growing purple light, there appeared a figure whose appearance seemed to be pure, sincere, and pitiful, etc. adjectives were dissolved into paint, and then painted on the canvas. girl who came out.

A girl with a beautiful face can feel that she has been well-bred, she can tell at a glance that her status is noble, and she has an ethereal and dreamy temperament, plus...a bumpy figure, in a word, it feels like an appearance that will be loved by men.

But... why? Seeing this girl, Yong Ye had the urge to cry, and fear flooded his heart again.

"...The hand was injured, and I was so careless again."

After noticing the wound on his hand, the girl who appeared immediately squatted down in front of him, held up his hand, and scolded gently, speaking in a language different from any known in this world.

But more than words, Yong Ye cared more about the girl's fingertips, which was colder than his body, which was cold because of physical problems, as cold as a warm-blooded animal (cold-blooded animal).

"No, it's fine, compared to this... who are you? Princess?"

I don't know why Yong Ye has this impression of the girl in front of him, and he happens to know the language of the other party, so he asks.

"It must be treated."

"...Do you still care about this? The first aid kit is in the cabinet."

Although he instinctively wanted to draw his hand, there were still a lot of questions he wanted to ask, but Yong Ye pointed his right hand to the closet, a must-have first aid kit at home as a security guard.

Afterwards, he quietly accepted the bandage of the girl who was somewhat tough and at the same time quite mysterious to him.

Yong Ye wanted to ask a lot about the girl who appeared in the march of the dead, but he didn't know how to speak, or how to ask.

"Don't worry, you're... a paladin."

As if she could read her mind, after the girl wrapped Yong Ye's hands, she gave words that could soothe Yong Ye's unease that she had always embraced after she woke up.

Theoretically, it should be possible, but now Yong Ye, who has no memory in any way, feels inexplicably a little bit second. After all, how could there be any Paladins in this era?

But it seems... not so, it seems to be true?

But who is this girl in front of her? Princess? what country? Why is it an honorific to yourself? But it seems to be very close to you?

In the empty room, Yong Ye lowered his head and pondered, but the girl behind him was just watching him with gentle eyes and didn't say much. After all... the dolls of the marching dead have subconsciousness and obsession, but they have lost their main consciousness. , but it is controlled by the curse of the march of the dead, and it is relatively rare to take the initiative to act before the improvement, but it becomes more common after the improvement, but it will not always be like this.

"...Please, can you stop looking at me? It feels weird to be stared at all the time..."

Looking at the moonlight outside the window in the wheelchair and thinking about things, because I could feel the gaze from my side, although I endured it for a while, I couldn't help it in the end, but the other party didn't answer the question.

"...what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, just wondering if I should continue to be a teacher... No, whether I can continue to be a teacher is also a question."

"If you like it... there's nothing wrong with it, I believe in you."

"A baseless claim, you..."

He shook his head with a wry smile, facing this girl who felt very strange, he didn't know when, maybe this time he should ask the other person's identity, but he didn't want to do that, don't know why... just didn't want to.

But the girl came over, hugged his head from behind, leaned it against her chest, and gently stroked his hair.

"Hello? What are you doing..."

Feeling that the back of his head was wrapped by something soft, Yong Ye couldn't help panicking, and almost jumped out of the wheelchair.