The whole world wants to keep me in captivity [Comprehensive]

After Xiaohumaru and Tsurumaru Kuninaga left, Qiao Ran was able to read the book for a while with peace of mind.

And Foxosuke, who was lying on his lap, looked extraordinarily well-behaved now, because he knew... If it was as noisy as before, the God Judge would definitely kick it out too.

Qiao Ran flipped through the book again, and he couldn't help rubbing his fingers.

"It turns out that there is such a terrifying power in me..."

He frowned, and his expression was a little incredulous.

Because he knew that compared with his previous life, this body had similar appearance, but it was weaker, and there was even an unidentifiable cause of the disease.

Every fixed period of time, Qiao Ran would get sick, and when he got sick, there would be a chill that was close to pain in the depths of his heart, and then it would spread to his limbs.

In the past, the sword Fusangshin of his Honmaru used their own vitality to hang his body.

Qiao Ran now touched his chest.

He could feel that the time for the next attack... was almost coming.

He couldn't help but sighed and shook his fingers.

He doesn't care about his own life or death, but whenever he gets sick, the pain in his whole body makes him feel palpitations.

He is looking at these books, also in order to find a way to curb this pain.

——After all...he didn't want to suffer like that anymore.

The eyes of the silver-haired boy were still on that page. He hadn't turned the page for a long time, and was completely lost in his own thoughts.

His fingers gently caressed the Taidao named Sanriyue Zongjin next to it.

"Sometimes... I can't protect myself..."

Qiao Ran said so, but her slender fingers still grabbed the handle of the Taidao vigorously, and did not let him go until the knuckles turned white.

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In the recent period of time, the actions of the retrograde army have been a bit strange, and they have been much more active than before.

Little Karasuma is very busy with headaches. As one of the top leaders of the Ministry of God of the Toki no Government, it is inevitable for him to review official documents.

He looked at the reports written by the Sword Fusangshen, read them carefully, and then wrote the comments with the brush with the divine bird and crow feathers.

"Why are those guys getting more and more out of line recently?"

After correcting these documents, Karasuma put down the pen, leaned back, crossed his arms, and thought.

The Government of Time and the Speeding Army have always been in a stalemate. In a sense, neither of them has an absolute advantage.

This is a long-lasting rally battle, whoever shows his fatigue first will fall into a passive situation.

And Karasuma felt that recently their actions were no longer as planned as before, but instead, a little...too bold?

For example, on an unimportant battlefield, they actually exerted hundreds of thousands of troops compared to the previous ones...

This made Karasuma extremely puzzled.

"Besides, the guys from the Ministry of Spiritual Affairs are quite effective in the investigation this time, and provided more detailed clues..."

The ancestor of the sword narrowed his eyes slightly, and he felt sensitively that there must be something wrong with it.

However, he asked his divine bird to monitor for a few days, only to find that the highest person in charge of the Ministry of Spiritual Affairs, the descendant of Abe Seimei, Abe Showa, practiced behind closed doors in his mansion every day. Did not make any other outrageous moves.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, narrowing his eyes slightly.

"That's all, if they want to do something small, it's my father who will do it, and my father is not afraid to play with them."

He said, stood up, stretched lazily, and relaxed for a while.

Karasuma got up and walked to a nearby easel to stand still, and on that beautiful shelf, there was a painting hanging.

It was a portrait of a teenager.

The boy in the painting was lying on the wooden table, his brows were slightly frowned, and there were still tears on his face, which made his face even more adorable.

Karasuma watched with relish again.

The wooden table in this painting is obviously the wooden table he used to work.

Since that day when he destroyed the painting related to the boy, he repainted another one obsessively.

Because he somehow really had a wicked idea in his heart, imagining that the boy was lying on this wooden table with such a face.

He looked at it, couldn't help it, and stretched out his hand again, wanting to gently caress the teardrops that seemed like morning dew in the rain.

"Master Karasuma."

But this time, his hands froze suddenly, because he heard a clear voice behind him.

--It's him……?

At that moment, all thoughts flashed quickly in the bottom of Karasuma's heart.

A few days ago, after he and Qiao Ran took the initiative to talk about joining the Government of Time, he never went to Qiao Ran again.

Because...he knows that many things cannot be forced.

And why did he come to his mansion now...?

Didn't expect that I would be fascinated by watching it, and didn't even notice the arrival of other people?What a careless...

Thinking of this, the movement of his hand was extremely quick, and instantly covered the painting with a spell that can produce a blinding effect.

The crow-feather-haired boy turned his head calmly, only to find that it was just some spots of light that had not yet fully formed.

It wasn't until a while later that the light spot slowly transformed into a young man's figure.

In this dark night, the spirit body exuding brilliance was extremely eye-catching.

After the transformation took shape, the boy blinked. He was obviously adapting to these changes.

He showed a little puzzled look, because just now when he hadn't fully transformed into a shape, he saw that Karasuma seemed to have his back turned to him, as if he was observing something, and his back seemed extremely focused.

Even... Little Karasuma didn't notice his arrival, and he didn't turn around until he called out to him.

——What is it that can make the ancestor of the sword... observe so wholeheartedly?

Karasuma tightened her hands hidden in her cuffs, but she still had that lazy smile that Qiao Ran was familiar with.

"Little guy, you are finally willing to come, have you made up your mind?"

"Are you willing to come to my father's side and join the government of time?"

Qiao Ran's expression paused, and he walked to Xiao Karasuma's side.

"I'm here... I do have something I want to tell you."

Qiao Ran kept her gaze on the painting with a puzzled expression.

At that moment, a despicable and secretive mood almost kept rising in Karasuma's heart.

The imaginary owner in the painting is standing in front of the painting at this moment, unaware...watching curiously.

In Qiao Ran's sight, this is just a very ordinary painting, and the content of the painting is just the scene of Xiao Karasuma's study room.

"This painting... is very realistic."

Qiao Ran didn't figure out why Karasuma was so focused just now, so he could only praise him like this.

——And he naturally wouldn't know... The boy hidden in this painting has a face exactly like his own. Wet begonias.

Karasuma's fingers hidden in his cuffs trembled, and the weird excitement kept surging up. He stretched out his hand and coughed, covering his sleeves to hide the slightly raised corners of his lips.

Before Xiao Karasuma could joke a few more words, Qiao Ran turned around and looked at him with those eyes that were more clear in the spirit body.

"I've thought about it carefully, Karasuma-sama."

"Thank you very much for giving me these few days to calm down and think about what you said."

He stretched out his fingers to touch his chest, and said thoughtfully: "I have heard such a saying before, 'With great power comes great responsibility.', I was still young at that time, so... The words are quite unreasonable.”

"I have always been a very ordinary person." Qiao Ran's face was very calm, "I have never imagined... what I will have one day, beyond the capabilities of ordinary people."

"I think ordinaryness has always been a good trait, because people who pursue too much will instead have an unsettled life, and instead..."

—to die more easily.

— just like his parents.

Karasuma listened to Qiao Ran's words quietly without interrupting him.

"And from your words, and from my observations of myself during this period, I know that I am indeed no longer the ordinary person I thought I was."

"At least my ability has some effect on what you said... maintaining history and the government of the time."

"It's not some effect, it's a very big effect."

Little Karasuma rested her chin with her hand, and said with a smile, "Don't underestimate yourself, little guy."

"..." Qiao Ran took a deep breath, and her tone became more serious.

"So regarding your request, I can only say that I don't think I have the qualifications yet."

"I haven't had such a big awareness yet—I'm not like you as the ancestor of the sword, you have the strength and the heart to protect this world..."

"And even if I suddenly possessed relatively large spiritual power... I only lived for about a dozen years——I haven't been able to prepare for this level of mentality yet."

His voice got lower and lower.

"I have no parents, I have no relatives, and I have no friends... I have nothing to care about. You see, I don't even care about my own life that much."

He spread his hands, showing a somewhat bitter smile.

"So... you suddenly asked me to protect this world so selflessly, in the words of that Tsurumaru-dono, that is—"

"—Really... did you scare me?"

Little Karasuma pursed the corners of her lips that were always curved, and said, "So... little guy, are you going to reject me?"

"Yes, I do want to reject you."

Qiao Ran nodded, "I'm not qualified to undertake something as sacred as maintaining history."

"But... I still want to do some... small things that are within my ability to bear."

"For example, bring back the sword named Mikazuki Sokichi... from the Heian period."

He shook his head, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was dazzled by the light of the spirit body.

"—This can be regarded as my... the awakening of a small person."

After Xiao Karasuma heard Qiao Ran's words, the high hanging stone in her heart slowly fell down.

"Is it the consciousness of the little people? No, Weifu thinks... such an idea is very good."

The crow-feather-haired boy Fu Sangshen blinked, and the smile that flowed from his eyes showed how satisfied the ancestor of the sword was after hearing such a declaration.

This is a very sincere statement.

——If Qiao Ran patted his chest in front of him and expressed his loyalty completely, he would feel false instead.

Following this conversation, Karasuma's love for Qiao Ran increased even more in her heart.

Before the young man's spirit body left, Karasuma suddenly smiled and pointed to the painting behind Qiao Ran.

"Also, do you like that painting?"

The corner of the mouth of the ancestor of the sword rose strangely.

"—If you like it, I will give it to you."

The author has something to say: that painting... except for Ran Ran, there is no problem... everyone else will see the original shape, hehehew