Was Mibu Wolf

Fang fell asleep until the next day, and opened his eyes contentedly. The sunlight coming in from the window indicated that it should be at least morning. Looking at the strange ceiling, he couldn't remember where he was.

He raised his head and wondered why Mr. Yuan didn't come to wake him up, and it took him a while to realize that he had returned to Honmaru.

Changing history is against the law of the development of things. Even with the power of the Holy Grail, he is not allowed to travel freely through time as before.

An Ding told Fang that when Honmaru was investigated, he quickly thought of a way after being at a loss for a moment, and tried to cut through time and space through the time and space spells he learned while learning magic.

The reason why the Government of Time is the sole protector of history is because of their mature time and space travel technology.

Traveling through time and space will have great side effects, and the pulling force between time and space will tear the body | even the soul.

But the few people present, Qingguang and An Ding didn't know anything about it, and this party was also a half-hearted person, who actually tried the magic that he had only seen at a glance without any protection.

Fortunately, this party seems to be really talented in this area. Not only did he succeed once, but he also landed precisely in the secret shop of Yuko Ichihara, known as the "Dimensional Witch".

The witch received him warmly as if she knew he would come a long time ago, and gave him a chance to return to the present world with a negligible price—that is, the waist-length hair he had raised for so many years. Chance.

This party has never heard of Yuko Ichihara's name, but he also feels that this "price" does not seem to be enough to call it a price. Although he doubts the other party's purpose, he can only follow the other party's instructions.

He reached out and touched the inside of the kimono, only to find that he had even changed his clothes. The kimono he wore—in fact, it was carefully prepared by Ms. Yuko—was neatly placed at the head of the bed, folded The technique seems to be the usual method of pressing and cutting Hasebe, and the things he brought are also placed aside intact.

From it, he picked up a cloth bag that didn't fit his belongings, and inside it was a feather given to him by Miss Yuko.

It is said that as long as this feather is broken, he can return to the previous place.

It was really difficult to come once, so he solemnly put the feather into his clothes, opened the door and walked out.

I met the press-cut Hasebe head-on.

When Hasebe saw his eyes light up, he suddenly remembered something and restrained his expression, and made a rather exaggerated and shocked expression, "Ah...Alukin! No, my lord, why are you back?"

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Mistaking this bewildered expression for recognition of his acting skills, Yaki Hasebe said, "The examiner is back, and there is something wrong with us. I'll let the others know."

Without waiting for this party's obstruction, he left here directly. This party was stunned, looked at Hasebe's back, and touched his nose in embarrassment.

Although Honmaru is big, there are also many people, and there are people almost everywhere. After meeting someone with the same awkward acting skills as Hasebe several times, this side fell into deep thought.

He hasn't come back for just a few years, has the world changed so much?

Wait, a few years seems to be a bit too much.

He cleared his throat, and continued walking outside as if nothing had happened, and met Awataguchi's daggers head-on. After everyone saw him, they were silent for a moment, and Ranto Shiro showed a shocked face, "Ah, it's the master! The master actually came back!"

"..."

"Oh my god! It's actually the lord!"

"Why is my lord here?"

The other Toshiro read the lines chirpingly, like the bloody lines written by a bad scriptwriter, and now this party suddenly felt that the best acting skills among them should be messed up.

Yao Yan was forced by his younger brothers to act together, the expression on his face was full of helplessness and reluctance, he sighed and shook his head at this side.

Fang, who was a professional actor, blinked his eyes, and turned a blind eye to their performance, and finally coaxed the daggers away, leaving Yaoyan alone.

Yao Yan heaved a sigh of relief, he was already mature, and everyone put forward the little lie to cooperate with the god judge and pretended to know that he felt unreliable when he came back, but it was difficult to say it out, because everyone looked very happy.

——Even Hasebe fell.

So when Yao Yan saw this prescription, he had the intimacy of seeing the only normal person in this pill other than him.

"Long time no see, Yaoyan." Fang smiled at him, no different from the past.

Honmaru's time flow is not the same as history.Yao Yan knew that for the God-inspector, no, for human beings, it was a long journey. Even if the God-inspector did not express anything, they were still very worried that he would stay there and never come back.

"It's good to see you, General." Yao Yan rarely imitated his younger brothers' nasty words, hesitated for a moment, took another step closer, and asked, "Are you going back now?"

"Ah?" This party didn't react, and he hesitated for a while before he understood what he meant, "No, I will stay for a while, as long as I go back before Mr. Kondo finds out, Qingguang and the others will inform me. "

"That's really great." Yao Yan said very sincerely. As a sword, he naturally wanted to be with the lord. His tone became lighter and he said, "I heard from Mr. Crane that the interrogation this afternoon Gods Conference, you will attend, have you decided who to bring?"

This party could understand what he was thinking after listening to him, and said with a smile, "Then Yaoyan is willing to go with me?"

"If it's your request, General..." Yao Yan said immediately, and after a pause, he said embarrassingly, "And I wanted to go too."

"Yaoyan has become much more straightforward, which is really good." Fang said with some surprise, patted Yaoyan's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Take me to see everyone."

……

After meeting everyone in Honmaru, I didn't have time to say a few more words, so I had to prepare to go out.

After all, coming back this time is purely for this god judge meeting.Just like the reports and lectures I listened to when I was a student, they are useless, but if you don’t go, you will be named and criticized. The consequences here may be a little more serious, but generally speaking, they are similar.

——It’s all formalism.

Before leaving yesterday, the black cat king specially told him that he must write a speech, that is, a summary made by an outstanding representative among the god judges.

He was so tired yesterday that he sent the inspector away with force, lost consciousness after talking to Tsurumaru a few words, and woke up at noon the next day.

The meeting of the god judges will start at [-] o'clock this afternoon. This party is in the same mood as a high school student who found out that his homework was torn up by the husky at home the day before the summer vacation. He wants to complain but doesn't know where to start. Seriously Exports will not be trusted by anyone either.

After all, the content of the report he was asked to give was, "How can I get Honmaru's sword repeatedly", which is too difficult for a god judge who has not been in Honmaru for a long time!

He can now think of the situation at the scene.

Question: How do you usually handle the work of the government of the time?

Answer: Don't deal with it, and hand it over to your subordinates.

Question: ...then what do you do every day?

Answer: change history.

……

If you answer truthfully, you will be beaten!

I wish Hijikata-san was here, he's always good at things like this...

But even if you start writing the speech now, it's too late to prepare, so it's better to adapt to the situation when the time comes.

What's more, he will have a very reliable medicine researcher by his side. This is a veteran figure who has been around since the early days of Honmaru, and his degree of reliability is not a crane...

"I'm not an unreasonable person, my lord, don't you think I'm suitable to appear on this occasion?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga said eloquently, "As one of your favorite knives... I think I very suitable."

"You're not here while Qing Guang'an is settled..." Before this party finished speaking, the chrysanthemum hanging on his waist was the one that had never moved except for the first side, as if he was just shaking his head. Zezong, who was ordinary and unwitting, suddenly shook violently, exuding a very dissatisfied attitude.

"..."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga is really a ruthless person, even Zezong can be forced out.

This party suddenly changed his mind, and it seemed like a good idea to bring Tsurumaru along with him.

Still thinking, the man in white, who would be a quiet beauty if he didn't speak, squatted down, looked at Zezong at the waist, and said with a smile, "So you can talk, you are usually dressed Like a wooden knife, I thought you were just a beautiful display."

This side, who has always been slow to perceive the emotions of knives other than Qingguang Anding, put his hand on Zezong's body, and suddenly felt Zezong's very strong emotions, as if he was... angry.

He recalled the first time he saw Zezong, the character of Juyi, Zezong's fusangshen was just like his name, like the elegant chrysanthemum, high, clean and beautiful, a well-behaved and gentle sword.

But now it's nothing to do with calmness and prudence at all. Should it be said that it's Tsurumaru Kuninaga?

Maybe in the sword circle, being said to be like a wooden knife is like being called a pig?

Thinking he had found the reason, this party exuded spiritual power to comfort Norizu, and at the same time agreed to Tsurumaru's request.

I didn't prepare a speech, and I brought Tsurumaru Kuninaga to attend the meeting of god judges. Even if Yaken went with him, it would be difficult to change him like...

Frantically testing on the verge of overturning.