Curse Return: Do I have to be a spellcaster as a member of the Heilongjiang Ministry?

"...But will brother agree?"

In the midst of a chaotic war, the trustworthy teacher Xia You finally dismissed everyone on the grounds that he would give priority to the follow-up on the battlefield and postpone the discussion until eight o'clock.

Except for Atobe Keizawa who was undergoing treatment and Inugaki Tsutsubo who was already sleeping, only Ieiri Shoko and Atobe Keigo were left.

Of course, there are also Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie who think they can call it a day after doing the big thing.

...That kid really doesn’t want to get close to me.

Atobe Kageze sighed and gave Xia Youjie a look, and the latter immediately understood.

Xia Youjie held the dog Juan Jian, and the family's glass carried the restless Gojo Satoru. They gave their classmates a wishful look and left the scene temporarily.

"Can't Xiao Jing come over?" Atobe Jingze felt slightly uncomfortable. He hid all his emotions in his heart, and when he looked at his brother, he was left with only helplessness.

Even with that kind of injury, Atobe Keizawa had deliberately avoided Atobe Keigo's sight from the beginning, but the moment he hurried back with the dog Juanji in his arms, Atobe Keigo's figure appeared in that flash. I still saw the blood-stained scars.

Especially even if he couldn't see behind him, he could still notice the pool of blood gradually dripping and even accumulating at his feet, one drop at a time, like hitting the young man's chest.

A wound that could kill an ordinary person, but his brother, who came and went as he pleased, didn't seem to take it to heart.

He was focused on comforting the convulsing young man, looking at his classmates who were still on the battlefield, and looking at the conjurer who could be life-threatening at any time under the battlefield, and he didn't even plan to leave a second for himself.

What should I say? How should he ask? Can't you heal your wounds first before joining the battle? Can't you let the doctor help you treat it first? Can't you leave the battlefield completely to others?

But Atobe Keigo couldn't ask anything.

He has never been so clearly aware of the panic and powerlessness of an ordinary person at this time. Everything is telling him that he does not seem to have any capital to walk side by side with his brother.

It was then and it is now.

...There will be no changes in the future either.

So why did he return to Japan with confidence from the beginning?

"Xiao Jing?"

Atobe Keigo was indeed getting closer step by step. This compromise really made Atobe Keigo feel relieved, but before he could let go of his thoughts, he soon discovered new weirdness.

With a face as pale as paper, the originally proud and wanton young man was unusually quiet at the moment. He walked over according to Atobe Kagezawa's request, but he never bowed his head.

From a condescending perspective, the young man concealed all his expressions. There was nothing in his eyes, and even his lips were filled with unusually light blood.

Atobe Kagezawa didn't like this perspective. When his younger brother looked at him from this perspective, it seemed like he was examining something, like he was judging something, like... he was about to make some decision that Atobe Kagezawa couldn't accept at all.

"Kagezawa Atobe." The blond conjurer heard his brother call out his full name.

There was a feeling that what was supposed to come had come. Atobe Keizawa thought that he might have been waiting for this moment to come since his younger brother discovered his identity.

That child could accept him doing nothing and being idle, and didn't care that he was willing to degenerate and indulge in superstition. He was even ready to help Atobe Keizawa take care of everything as a matter of course.

But he would never allow Atobe Keizawa to hurt himself.

That's why Atobe Kageze had forcibly kept it from him for so many years in the first place. He almost didn't dare to think about the scenario where Kage knew the truth when he had no ability to protect himself.

The child will be tossing and turning, to the point of blaming himself, because he will eventually discover that he can neither prevent his brother from being imprisoned nor provide any effective help.

What's more, his own existence will become a knife thrust into Atobe Keizawa's chest.

"Kagezawa Atobe," he said.

"you……"

"Can you no longer be a conjurer?"

"..."

"No, just pretend I didn't say this..."

"Okay."

In Shibuya at night, the night scene is more gloomy than usual. Under the cover of the barrier, Atobe Keigo can't even feel the slow flow and changes of time. There are scars everywhere. One after another thrilling events have happened in the originally bustling market. war.

Now the struggle is coming to an end.

It seems that no irreversible damage was caused, almost all enemies were eliminated, and the planned plot unfolded smoothly again and again.

Even those fatal injuries that would not really be fatal with the help of skilled soldiers seem so insignificant.

But Atobe Keigo felt an indescribable discomfort. His whole heart felt like it had been cut open, and no blood could be pumped through his body.

He always kept wondering, before his brother grows up, will there be someone who can help him when he is desperate and struggling? Does he also cry out in pain when the sharp blade is inserted into his body?

And now, he saw it.

Atobe Keizawa would not cry out in pain.

He doesn't seem to be in pain.

But how come humans can’t feel pain?

So no matter how Atobe Keigo guessed, he could only come to the same conclusion. In the years he didn't know, his brother had become accustomed to walking with pain, and he had become accustomed to it being an inseparable part of his life.

So he doesn't feel any pain or discomfort, and even as long as he can't die, he doesn't care too much.

This is the magician...

Atobe Keizawa always said that the conjurer is just a profession, this is just a profession. They are Atobe. Is there any other profession in the world that he cannot try?

...But will my brother agree?

"Okay."

"As long as Xiao Jing wants it, my brother will make it happen for you."

Atobe Keizawa still didn't like this perspective, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed the hem of his brother's clothes. The dirty brother pulled him pitifully. Before Atobe Keigo could react, his body had already squatted down without permission. .

And at this distance, the pungent smell of blood and disinfectant that hit the opponent's face could no longer be concealed.

"The injured child has been cured by Miss Ieiri, as well as the other injured people." Atobe Keigo pursed his lips. He knew that his brother did not care about these contents at this moment, but he really didn't know either. What to say.

It was because he didn't want Atobe Keizawa to continue to be a conjurer, but when his brother really agreed, he didn't feel much relieved.

"Will it still hurt?" His fingertips were trembling slightly, and he didn't even dare to touch his brother who was covered in wounds.

"Huh? Ah, this." Atobe Kagezawa tilted his neck, moved his shoulders, and nodded affirmatively under his brother's disapproving gaze: "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt too much, I'm a super..."

Moreover, these wounds were not as serious as the injuries he suffered from Fushihei Shiji. Although they were all tragic, Atobe Kagezawa had to say that people's endurance really increases with time.

Atobe Keigo took back his hand. He stared at the dark red color on his brother's left shoulder. The blond young man suddenly felt a little tired. He believed that his brother was telling the truth, but he didn't. Want to believe this reality.

Because how could he not feel pain?

His brother obviously moaned like that even when he had a fever.