[Comprehensive] My god judge is scary

No matter how much shame, resentment, entanglement and unwillingness are floating in Tsurumaru's heart now, in reality, he is still obediently playing the handshake game with Edgar, obedient and cooperative, just short of "barking" a few times and staying on the spot Turn around a few times.

"Be good, be good." Edgar also praised him, stroking Tsurumaru's head.

"...???"

Regarding Edgar's words, Tsurumaru, who was really well-behaved on the surface, did not show the joy of being praised on his face. Instead, he looked back at Edgar's words with the word "dumb" written on his cheeks from left to right. Edgar stroking his head.

……

Since meeting Edgar for the first time and being stabbed to the ground by his sword, unable to get up and being abused by him, Tsurumaru thinks that he has realized how much this god-inspector actually possesses earlier than anyone else. Terrible and terrible personality, and terrible ability proportional to the degree of bad personality.Although he has been acting like a modest gentleman lately, it is absolutely and completely correct to say that he is a great devil.

So when Tsurumaru heard the great demon king who could perceive how unwilling his own heart sounds was, he used "good boy" to describe him, he almost wanted to give Edgar a "Are you okay?" look.

——The blackened sword is different from the darkened sword, spiritual power, memory, appearance, fighting skills... all have not changed significantly, only the spirit, heart, and way of thinking have undergone great changes.When they want to hide their identities, even the professional and sophisticated instruments of the Government of Time may not be able to detect them correctly.

Therefore, the blackened swordsman is actually like a hanging rope on a hanging beam to innocent judges. Use the existence of existence, and then throw away the useless corpse.

And what Edgar did was beyond common sense.Although he is a powerful judge, he is also a fragile human being. Bringing the blackened knife back to Honmaru is simply an unreasonable farce. Sleep peacefully.No matter how confident you are in your own strength, normal people would not do this on purpose.

But Edgar did exactly that.Moreover, he still didn't let go after the initial freshness was erased by time.Tsurumaru knew very well that what he was walking was not the kind of route that was picked up by a kind-hearted appraiser and gently healed his heart, gradually influenced, and then slowly returned to his original nature.Rather, it's the opposite. He is always on guard against this terrifying god judge, swinging his sword a few times at random during battles, and secretly making trouble for him by provoking and causing chaos when he is idle.

To be honest, after thinking about it, Tsurumaru even felt that he was really annoying.However, even so, Edgar still praised him on the premise of understanding everything.

"..."

If it was Tsurumaru in a normal form, maybe there would have been a lot of waves in his heart, forgetting the pain before, and being deeply moved by such a judge who was willing to accept him no matter how he behaved.But the black-haired and red-eyed He is only on guard against this god judge.

He secretly guessed, could these actions be the sugar-coated cannonballs in the legend, and those speeches are the rhetoric that human beings are good at...?

"Not."

A frivolous negation interrupted Tsurumaru's train of thought.Then, a pair of warm and strong hands cupped Tsurumaru's face, limiting his vision.For a moment, Tsurumaru, who was suddenly controlled and fixed his head, had to look at Edgar in panic.

In the narrow field of vision, Edgar raised the corner of his mouth and uttered dangerous words again: "It doesn't matter what you think in your heart. The most important thing is always what you will do in the end."

"...!" Tsurumaru was shocked.

From Edgar's words, he couldn't help thinking of the dead city in the previous world.No matter what thoughts the human beings had, they were all controlled by Edgar like machines in the end, spending countless days and nights as he hoped.

Could it be that the reason why I can't disobey Edgar's orders is not because I'm used to his commands, but because I can't control myself like those humans...!

Thinking like this, Tsurumaru felt the fear that seemed to be able to turn into a substance suddenly rise from the soles of his feet, tightly wrapped around him, penetrated into his flesh surface, and gnawed at his bone marrow.He wanted to resist, and wanted to shake off Edgar's hands vigorously.However, the piercing chill had already extended to his brain, unable to move, not daring to move.

Facing Tsurumaru, who was sweating profusely and kept standing while gritting his teeth, Edgar did not let go of his hand holding his face, but after smiling at him, he said faintly: "—— something like that Thoughts... are just my previous opinions~ After all, I have grown up after so long."

"Look, the Tsurumaru Kuninaga in my hand is a man with a sword who will obey me even if he doesn't want to, thinks about me all the time, belongs to me from the inside out, how could I turn you into a man with a sword? become a toy without a mind of its own?”

"I like you who unconsciously obey my orders."

"I like you running around and giving me trouble."

"I like you who are lively on the surface but sluggish inside."

Edgar kept the corners of his mouth curved, and while speaking strange and meaningful words, he loosened the restraint on Tsurumaru.He seemed to want to hear Tsurumaru's response, so he moved his pale fingertips to Tsurumaru's thin lips, which were always tightly pressed, and pressed them lightly with a little coolness.

"...Hoo." Although he was almost overwhelmed by Edgar's aura, Tsurumaru at least understood that Edgar did not intend to erase his will and completely control him.He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Immediately afterwards, he bit Edgar's fingertips hard.

——Why do you have to gasp when you speak in this situation!I almost thought that I was going to become a walking scrap of metal! ! !

Tsurumaru snarled at Edgar with a lingering malice in his heart: "Since you have said 'like' me three times, you wouldn't be so cautious about taking revenge on the person you like! ".

The sharp canine teeth instantly bit the finger that was extended to the mouth.Even though the warm blood that was different from the temperature of his fingertips permeated his mouth, and the smell of iron filled his mouth and nose, making it almost difficult for him to breathe, Tsurumaru didn't have the slightest intention to stop, and he smacked with resentment. Smack your lips and continue to deepen the wound.

Then, after a long while, Tsurumaru finally realized what Edgar had said.

Hi, hi hi hi like...! ?

I don't know if it was because the excessive fear at that time triggered the suspension bridge effect on Edgar, or the muscle relaxation caused by knowing that he was already safe after the excessive fear, when Tsurumaru understood the meaning of Edgar's words, his waist felt weak , almost did not stand firm.

Not only his body, but even his voice trembled uncontrollably.Hastily stepped back a few steps, and after maintaining a barely safe distance from Edgar, he said a flustered negative word, "Based on, based on my experience of watching for so many years, people like you A man who easily puts 'like' on his lips...but, Keke is the most unreliable!" Tsurumaru's cheeks were as bright red as blood.

"Hmm~ The hair that has changed into jet black due to the spiritual transformation, and the cheeks that have become more rosy because of me... Don't you think you have already dyed my color?"

In response to Tsurumaru's back step, Edgar strode forward lazily, cornered him, and stroked his face with his right hand again.Edgar's unhealed fingers repeatedly rubbed Tsurumaru's thin lips, staining him more beautifully with blood.

The surrounding atmosphere clearly lost the horror and oppression before, but Tsurumaru, who was suppressed in a small corner, was still unable to breathe normally because of nervousness.For a moment, he himself couldn't even tell whether the blood on his face was from anger, shyness... or the flushing caused by suffocation.

"Hahahahaha." Seeing Tsurumaru's extremely embarrassed appearance, Edgar, the culprit, laughed heartily.He no longer forced Tsurumaru, but took a step back naturally, giving Tsurumaru enough space to calm down.

Then, Edgar flipped his wrist, stretched out his palm, and said to Tsurumaru with a smile:

"Come on, right hand~"

Tsurumaru immediately put his hand on it reflexively. "...Woooo!" Realizing that this action was his own choice and not under Edgar's control, Tsurumaru let out a strange cry from between his teeth.

……

"Clang clang."

There was a strange sound at the door, as if the sword had fallen to the ground.

Horikawa and Izumi Mamoru looked towards the door, and saw Hasebe standing there at some point.There was obvious fatigue on his face, and it was obvious that Bao Gan deliberately "passed by" after finishing the report, and came to find the interrogator on the grounds of handing over the documents.

Hasebe stared at the overlapping palms of Edgar and Tsurumaru, raised his head and shouted: "Master! Whether it's reaching out, sitting down, or doing a backflip... I can do it! And, If you make me wait, as long as you come back to pick me up, I can wait forever! So...!"

"???" Izumi Mamoru rubbed his eyes, as if in a trance, he saw a dog-like tail behind Hasebe frantically shaking, creating afterimages.

Then at this moment, there was another "bang bang" sound suddenly.Horikawa and Izumi Mamoru turned their heads to look at the source of the sound again, and saw that Tsurumaru, who was standing just now, had forcibly transformed himself back into a sword while Hasebe drew everyone's attention.

It's escapism.

Escape from reality.

They nodded in tacit agreement.

Then, "clang clang."

The sound of the sword falling to the ground sounded for the third time, and it was the door again.

Not as calm as Shuzhuwan at all, the two knives, who seemed to have been completely immersed in the atmosphere of watching gossip, looked out the door again.

Ohnori Tai Mitsuyo, who happened to pass by, stared at Tsurumaru on the ground with a shocked look, and covered his face, "Finally, even the bird (crane) who is my companion will be terrified when he sees me." Has it turned into a prototype... As expected, I should have stayed in the warehouse..." His shoulders shrugged slightly a few times, making one wonder if he was crying because of this oolong blow.

"...Hey, uh, uh, uh, uh!?"

Horikawa looked at Izumi Mamoru who was beating his chest but still struggling to say something, completely ignoring the fact that the other party was about to choke to death, wordlessly stuffed a few more oranges into his mouth forcefully.

——Mr. Jian, I know what you want to say, but please don't speak yet.With your character, it is very easy to arouse the interest of the god judge, and you will get burned in the end.