[Seraphim of the End]Ajura Maru Motoki

"Since we have found out what we should inquire about, and we have seen all the people who should watch, it's time for us to go back." Turning his gaze back from the back of Ichinose Bailian, who was fading away, Shuerza narrowed his eyes slightly, as if smiling Non-smiling stared at Asera who was standing quietly at the side.

"Ah? Yes, that's right." Arthura recovered after a brief absence.So among the creatures present, he is the only one who is not in an awkward position, right?As a human being, he had to rely on the blood race to survive, and as the food reserve of the blood race, he had to be used as a pawn by the blood race.

He raised his head slowly, and looked at Shuerza. There was a smile in the eyes of the other party, which was like a reflection in a mirror, gentle and beautiful, and attracted people to sink.This person is the high-ranking ancestor of the blood race, living a chic and reckless life, as if everything weaker than him is only worthy of being treated as a marionette by him, dominating at will.And Ichinose Hakuren is the best among human beings, a loyal follower of the Hiiragi family, and an absolute supporter of human dominance.There are human beings on one side and blood races on the other, so what are they in between?Poor self-defeating bastard.

"Hey, Arthura, after we've been separated for so long, don't you have anything you want to say to me?" The tone was frivolous, as if it was just a casual question.But, even so, Arthura's heart almost slowed down by half a beat.Does Shurza know anything?What is he implying...?However, the hand hidden in the sleeve tightened slightly, that kind of thing... can't be admitted no matter what, the title of traitor is not something he can't afford, even from birth to now he has wandered around the gate of hell many times , so why not go a few more times?However, what he represents now is not only himself, but also Krulu.It's not that he has nothing to worry about, there is a person who has been staying there, waiting for him to go home.

"Yeah, I just remembered now!" As if blaming herself for her carelessness, Asera patted her head in frustration, then took out something from her pocket and offered it as a treasure, the light purple His eyes were wide open, and his face was filled with hope.

Shuerza raised his eyebrows slightly, gave Arthura a meaningful look, and then fixed his eyes on the thing held by those little hands.It was a brooch carved out of sterling silver. Although the workmanship was limited, the outline of a lion could be seen faintly. "This...is for me?" Shuerza's expression became more elusive as he played with the small brooch.

"Yes... yes, I also discovered it by accident. After all, this is similar to the previous family crest that you said, my lord, so..." As if afraid of dissatisfaction with the white-haired ancestor, Arthur buried his head Even worse, the tone is also stuttering, but it attracts others to guess the process that has not been fully expressed.

"Is that so, Arthur is really careful. Then—" He casually put away the very expensive brooch for an ordinary person, the corners of Shuerza's lips raised, he lowered his voice, and approached Arthur's ear, The voice was gentle and magnetic, "I will accept your wish."

"That's my honor." Just like that, you come and go, seemingly warm and harmonious, but in fact everything is just a frivolous appearance shrouded in cruel facts, a disguised peace.

The way back is the same as when we came back, the same people are walking on the road, and the people walking on the road have the same mood as when they came, the joy that should be surpassed, the anxiety that should be disturbed, and the journey is silent.

"Let's separate here, and I won't trouble you. I can find my way back." After seeing the traces of human life in the blood clan's territory, Arthura heard the footsteps and broke the peace along the way.He didn't want Shuerza to send him back. The invisible oppression brought by the superior ancestor almost bound him. Moreover, he always hated being the focus of others' eyes. He didn't want those who watched him and Shuerza go The children who were together showed him jealous or hostile eyes, not only for himself, but also for Krulu.

"Little Arthur really makes me sad." Even though he said this, the superior ancestor didn't show anything on his face, and even smiled a little, "Go, I'm not a person who can make things difficult for others." Without any retention, Shuerza still kept moving forward at the original speed, ignoring Arthura's actions, not even leaving a glance or a glance back, just like... a stranger who has never met before.

Arthura stayed on the spot for a while, after guessing that Shuerza had thrown him for a long way, then slowly moved forward, with his head slightly lowered, wondering what he was thinking.

Pushing open the familiar door, Arthura felt a heavy object fall into her arms, her eyes drooped slightly, just facing the eyes of the person in her arms.The pink-haired girl looked at Arthura, her lips moved, she hesitated to speak, but the short look at each other was like a thousand words, and finally she hugged Arthura tightly again, her lips trembling slightly , "Welcome... come back!" Feeling the familiar temperature in this hand, but tears rolling in her eyes, she was really afraid, afraid that one day all her hand could touch was a piece of ice...

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Thank you to all the little angels who supported me, I will continue to work hard~