Disqualification

[The candidate for the crown servant is one of the funniest jokes I have ever heard, even the phrase "Oda Saku no longer eats curry" is funnier than it. ]

［Why haven’t I lost my crown qualification? Why haven’t I interfered with the progress of the world because of my personal judgment? Next, what does the rest of the world have to do with me whether they are destroyed or reborn, whether they become a bunch of countless destiny lines, or return to a unified bundle? ]

"Speaking of which, why did Mr. Dazai respond to senior's call?" Mash was as cute as ever, and even asked the most common questions in honorific style, but her confusion was genuine.

"Well, the reason is very simple." He walked with a woman who was only as tall as his shoulders on the promenade full of post-modern technology wrapped in elastic metal in Chaldea, and squeezed into the 20-meter-long tempered glass on the right side of his sight. On the glass surface, the Antarctic continent has ushered in a rare sunny day, and the white icebergs are endless, which are brighter than diamonds under the refraction of light.

"Compared to the never-ending torrential rain and waves in the wandering sea, I really prefer Antarctica, which is covered with ice and snow all year round." When he was summoned, he still kept the memory of the king of the strange belt. Interestingly, compared to being called Giving up, walking into a dead-end human history, he prefers this parallel world where the master is dedicated to repairing tiny special points.

"Huh?" Mash didn't quite understand what Dazai meant.

"Just kidding." He was clearly wearing a black windbreaker, but the surface of his pale skin exposed to the air did not wear more bandages, "Because I believe the master can summon Odasaku."

His tone was lighter than that of the little skylark, and the short characters jumped on the tip of his tongue: "Oda Zuo must be able to become a heroic spirit. If possible, I hope he can become a heroic spirit as a novelist. If it is not possible, he As a killer, you must be able to leave traces in history, right?"

"As long as the master doesn't call him out one day, I will guard Chaldea and the master, even if that is the thing I am least good at."

[Repay the wish of the master by shredding the enemy's expectations, and maintain the operation of Chaldea with the wisdom that surpasses primates. hope……]

[I hope you can give me the same expectation in return. ]

It was clearly a heart-warming speech, such as protecting the elders and protecting Chaldea, but after listening to it, Mash only felt that he was in the ice, and the chill of not knowing what to do ran through his limbs and bones.

*

For some reason, Matthew couldn’t forget the short conversation with Osamu Dazai for a long time. When he got the opportunity to be alone with Da Vinci in the control room, he asked the question that had troubled him for a long time: "Is it easy for a human to become a heroic spirit?"

"Of course not." Da Vinci was always wise and clear-headed, and even saw the source of her doubts from Matthew's hesitant eyes, "Ah, I see, you met Dazai, right?"

"Hey?"

"His situation is almost impossible, isn't it?" Da Vinci wrapped two fingers of her right hand around the handle of the mug. She was lying on the seat with a cup of delicious coffee, which was different from before. There was no smile on the face, Matthew thought, this is definitely Da Vinci's most serious expression.

"The farther away from the mysterious modern times, the more difficult it is to become a heroic spirit. If you don't leave behind amazing deeds that can be sung in history, or you have to become like Dazai, someone who can subvert the world before you die."

"His friend is said to be a very good killer, but he only enjoyed a small reputation in a short period of time, so that after leaving the circle of killers, he disappeared like a drop of water melting into the ocean. As for the writer, it has been observed in the parallel world The novelist named Sakunosuke Oda is also the least famous of the rascals." She counted on her fingers, "He died young and left few works, and his reputation is far inferior to Dazai and Sakaguchi Ango, who are placed in the pan-human In history, it is a person who cannot be named."

"That is to say..." Matthew said involuntarily.

"That is to say, as a human being, he is like a small speck of dust, indistinguishable from other people." She said, "If there is anything extraordinary, it should be that Dazai is willing to stop time to save him. Step forward, desperate friends."

"If there is a similar inherent barrier to Alexander, it is not impossible to summon Odasaku as his subordinate." Da Vinci said personally, "The problem is that Dazai is absolutely impossible to have similar skills. His Noble Phantasm, or as a creature, has extreme exclusivity." She asked Matthew, "Have you heard of his Noble Phantasm?"

"Yes, I've heard of it." Matthew was nervous... standing? "It seems to disqualify the world."

"Since you know it, it's easy to explain." Da Vinci said, "In short, the nature of that thing is to exclude all people, things, and existences except him, together with life and death, joy and anger, human happiness and happiness. Tragedy together, only my own treasure is left at the root, how could it be possible to summon other people?"

"..."

[It's too cruel. ]

For some reason, compared to what she had heard about the King Arthur of the parallel world who competed for the Holy Grail in order to change the history of the country, or the messenger of justice who prayed for world peace, the story of Dazai made her feel more deeply sad, perhaps because His wish is really too small, and he has paid far beyond the price for a future that will never come, right?

"You're wrong, Matthew." Da Vinci put down the cup.

"Hey? Hey!"

“It’s so obvious that you have everything you want written on your face,” she said. “There is no such thing as greatness or smallness in making the impossible possible.”

"Resurrecting the dead, reversing time, correcting history... Whether it is for the country or for the individual, whether it is to resurrect one person or wake up countless people, the behavior itself challenges the rules of the world. Even the crown magician can't do things, and That guy has known for a long time that what he wants to do is not an exaggeration to say that he will change his life against the sky."

In any case, as long as there is still a trace of compassion for human beings, they will fall silent when they hear Da Vinci's words. She can only ask in a low voice: "Does Mr. Dazai know about this?"

"Who knows, but that guy is a candidate for the crown who is known for his intelligence and violation of rules. It's the hardest thing to know." Da Vinci swallowed the rest of the words, because Chaldea has the same What the sages of great insight know and tacitly say:

——They were all wary of Osamu Dazai.

[I don’t know when I will give up, I don’t know when I will collapse, I don’t know when I realize that my wish will never be fulfilled, and I am eager to die but become the torture of a creature that exists forever in concept. When will he be tortured?] Destroyed, when will you give up a tiny hope that is one billionth in size? ]

[When that day comes, Chaldea and this world will definitely usher in a disaster that cannot be described in words. ]

*

The sky over Antarctica ushered in a rare sight in a century. In summer, water vapor rose into the atmosphere, forming ice clouds at the edge of space, and a dark purple cloud appeared in the sky at a distance of more than 86 kilometers from the ground.Not only Mash, who has never seen a strange celestial phenomenon, but even the heroic spirits and staff of Chaldea were attracted by other celestial bodies, so the dome of the observatory turned transparent, and one could see it while lying in a warm room. A miracle that has never been seen in thousands of years.

[I heard from the senior that all wishes made under the meteor shower can come true. The blue-purple nebula is not a meteor shower, but it is even rarer than it. It must, must have the power to fulfill people's wishes. ]

Matthew clasped her hands in front of her chest, closed her eyes and prayed devoutly.

[I hope that the seniors can summon Mr. Oda, and hope that Mr. Dazai's wish can be realized. ]

[I hope he can wait for a miracle with a probability of one in ten billion. ]

……

At the end of the wilderness are mountains, the mountains are full of thin branches, the rustling wind pours into the ear canal from nearby, sometimes mixed with the howling of wolves, the butterfly Chanae frowned, she believed more and more in the judgment of the evil spirits hiding in the mountains, even if she was experienced A woodcutter would not live in a mountain with wolves, especially in winter.

She raised the scabbard slightly, putting it in the most suitable position for drawing the knife, and was about to take a step to rush up the mountain, but she heard Dazai say, "Wait a minute."

An index finger pointed to the mountains shrouded in darkness: "Are you going to break in directly?"

Seeing Butterfly Kanae nodding, Dazai sighed a bit artificially: "Come with me," he turned swiftly, "Just find a way to go up the mountain, it's easy to be found, even if you're not injured, and you're caught in a rope trap. You will scare the snake, you don’t know how many years the ghosts in the temple have lived, wouldn’t it be worse to lose the opportunity?”

The microcosmic observation ability that is close to that of a detective makes the wind velocity, air humidity, arrangement of fallen leaves, and human footprints all become data that can be captured and transformed into his mind. Before entering the mountain, the missionaries walked with them. The same avenue, follow his message to find the entrance.

"Here." He pulled away a dead branch, and the mountain road that can only be passed by a single person was displayed in front of him. The believers of Wanshi Bliss Sect forged it very well, and I am afraid that even a woodcutter who lives on the mountain will not be able to see that this is a man-made road. shortcut.

"It's amazing." Butterfly Chanae said softly.

"Can you see that this road is different?" Dazai asked jokingly.

"No, how should I put it, it's my sense of smell that tells me it's slightly different." Butterfly Chana Hui sniffed, "My sense of smell is not top-notch, but due to years of physical contact with ghosts, including blood, I am very sensitive to certain smells." Sensitive." When she walked, she took care to avoid stepping on the dead wood that would make a sound, "Generally speaking, the smell of ghost blood is different from that of humans and other beasts. We have done experiments before, as long as it is dripped with ghost blood No matter how ferocious beasts are, they won’t come close, it’s as if you can tell they are different kinds of terrifying creatures by smell.”

"I don't know if they really used the blood as a sample to dilute it, or if they prepared a spice with a similar taste. There is indeed a certain smell shrouded in this road, so that beasts dare not approach."

Can see the fireflies flickering in the distance, Dazai and Butterfly Kanae slowed down, they tried not to speak to avoid being discovered.

"Are you really going with me?" Butterfly Kanae was probably the last reminder, she hoped that Osamu Dazai would retreat, so that at least one of them would survive.

The pillars who survived countless dangerous battles have stronger foresight than ordinary members, or call it intuition, early warning of death, warning of danger, the sixth sense allows them to live longer, starting from the butterfly on the mountain The alarm bells in Kanae's mind never stopped.

"Don't you want to live?" Osamu Dazai said, "I remember you said you wanted to live, and you promised to be the heroine of my next book."

He smiled and said: "Then don't talk, you see, I rarely want to do something good."

[Good thing? ]

"For me, it's meaningless to stand on the side of good and the side of evil, but some people say, since it's meaningless, why not do good things?"

"Moreover, if you want to achieve a miracle, you must accumulate enough luck. It seems completely unreasonable to turn all the merits of your life into a part of luck. At this time, I have to believe it. .”

[I hope the gods can take pity on me once. ]

[Just once is enough. ]

……

"Bringing new believers again, Hanyu."

"Thanks to the Lord's grace, someone wants to go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss."

The second son thought that his eyeballs were not enough, so it would be better to dig them out and look around.

She really couldn't imagine that there is a magnificent temple in the barren hills. She is a woman who has never seen the world. She heard that curry pork cutlets are popular in Tokyo, but she only wanted a bowl of salmon tea in her heart. .

The Luming Pavilion is at the other end of the city. She used to swing two chopstick-like legs across most of the city in order to come to work. She looked at the Luming Pavilion from a distance across a wide street that could accommodate four public carriages passing side by side.At night, the restaurant is also brightly lit, and there is a pleasant sound different from the shamisen.

The police waved guns and sticks to disperse the untouchables who were in the way. The Maya who went with her was a knowledgeable person who had attended a private school. Her family had just moved to the shantytown. The big shots are dancing with foreigners."

The second son was puzzled and thought: [Dancing, is it the Nuomian dance of the Obon Festival?It turns out that big shots can dance vulgar dances too. ]

She lacks knowledge of European and American architecture and customs, so she has no awe of the significance behind Lumingguan's Western-style architecture. In contrast, the magnificent temples brought her an unparalleled visual impact.

[Even if it is the Honmaru of Mr. Oda, it will not be more magnificent than the temple in front of me, right? ] She couldn't help clasping her hands together, with tears in her eyes, [The god enshrined here must be a very great god. ]

She was devoutly reciting the only sutra she had ever heard in her heart, but there was a "slap" thought beside her, and Hanyu who was leading her up the mountain was slapped to the ground by the serious-looking old man.

"Stupid!" The old man had a clean beard, his forehead looked like the dry land of Hokkaido in winter, and there were ravines in his brows except for the plowed ravines. He beat people too hard, and the swelling on Hanyu's face radiated heat.

"Do you think that anyone can listen to the holy voice of the leader and receive great grace?" The saliva splashed out, polluting the clean air in front of Hanyu's eyes, but the man who acted tough and arrogant towards the second son could only helplessly Prostrate on the ground, respectfully listen to the old man's admonition.

"Every time the leader sends people to bliss, mana is consumed. The gods in the world can't spare time just to listen to our distress, and you have attracted a large number of impious Protestants in a short period of time. Well-intentioned, it actually offends the gods, don’t you know why our Wanshi Bliss Sect has never developed in the secular world..."

"Yes, it's because most people are not qualified to listen..." Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked to the ground by the old man.

The second son was very scared, she, she was so scared that she couldn't move her hands and feet, she was already afraid of men's strength and their punching and kicking, but the beating happened in front of her made her speechless.

"Oh, oh, what a pity." The man's voice was so magnetic that his ears would go numb just by hearing it. For some reason, Er Zi only thought the new voice was very, very nice.

She is a clumsy country girl, and she can't describe her mood at this moment with words, but the hands holding her in her arms are not warm, but they make her heart feel warm.

[Soft, like soaking in warm water. ]

"In front of the new believers, it's better to behave kindly." The tall man had the compassionate eyes of a saint. The moment he saw him, Er Zi suddenly realized that he must be a god walking on the ground.

"Take her to change clothes." Tong Mo opened his mouth and smiled, and from the angle of the second son, he could just catch his sharp canine teeth.

"Please don't worry, there are clean clothes and enough food here, it is a pure land on earth." He said, "Of course, if you want to go to the Western world, please be sure to tell me."

"Going there will give up the suffering of all ages."