[Comprehensive] IF masters have retired

Fujimaru Tachika tried her best to be a good boy.

After all, the institution of Chaldea, from its founding goals to its employees, all exudes an atmosphere of elites and positive energy.

Clean floors, high-tech facilities, and soft-spoken employees—it is true that a few people seem particularly domineering, but they are gentle enough for Fujimaru Tachika.

He didn't want to expose his truest self in such an environment.

Fujimaru Tachika strives to be a good boy under the universal standard in the poet's eyes.

Growing up as an orphan, he first learned the means of survival in the orphanage, and it was not difficult for him to pretend to be good.

In other words, his nature is not bad, but his living environment forces him to do some things that can't be called good.

The process of pretending to be good can be called pleasant for him.

He doesn't need to overstretch himself, erect his spines, and defend like a hedgehog.

As long as he suppresses the mania in his heart, he can always be a good boy in everyone's mind.

To quit any habit left over from his past life that was not bright.

For example, smoking.

As a heavy smoker, he thinks about smoking almost all the time.

At the beginning, it was a withdrawal reaction. As a crop orphan, he couldn't smoke any good quality cigarettes. The cigarettes were choking, short and strong, and it was extremely difficult to quit.

The skyrocketing level of life soon soothed his withdrawal.

It is easy for the body to say goodbye to the smoke, but not for the spirit.

The mental pressure of being a master is beyond all imagination of Fujimaru Tatsuka.

He thought he could make it through.

Fujimaru Tachika knew clearly that he was in a dream, the corners of his mouth that had been raised up fell down, and the originally sunny image fell to the ground like the peeled skin of insects.

His whole person became decadent and sluggish.

Because it was in her own dream, Fujimaru Tachika, who had gained a sense of security, suddenly relaxed.

He let out a foul breath, and uncontrollably made the gestures that old smokers used to with the fingers of his right hand.

A cigarette slowly appeared in his hand.

The smoke lightly touched his lips, taking a slow breath.

No flavor whatsoever.

It is normal to think, but this is in a dream, how could there be a smell of smoke.

But this smoking action was enough to fool his own brain, Fujimaru Tateka raised his head, and he sat on the ground in a particularly awkward posture, slowly spitting out white mist towards the chaotic sky in the dream.

It was as if all the pressure in the whole body had been dissipated from the body along with the smoke.

Edmund had no intention of disturbing the Master's rare time alone.

He sensed the other party's overwhelming negative emotions, and as a friend in the dream, he rushed over.

He quietly watched the negative emotions on Fujimaru Tachika slowly dissipate with the smoke he exhaled.

No, it's not dissipating, it should be suppressing.

Edmund had an absurd feeling that he might not be as useful as the imaginary cigarette in Fujimaru Tateka's hand.

It has not been a long time since I quit smoking, and Li Xiang is extremely sensitive to the smell of tobacco.

His nose detected the Avenger before any other organ in his body.

"Accomplice."

"Edmond."

The two greeted each other in a tone completely different from reality.

Since he was an accomplice, Edmond lifted his cloak and sat beside Lixiang, he took off the hat on his head, and his hair was scattered like fluffy seaweed.

He took out a metal box from his suit lining pocket, and held it up to Fujimaru Tatsuka for a stroll.

The contents inside hit the metal box, making a muffled sound.

"Would you like it?" Edmund greeted.

With his hat off, he looked fluffy and soft, and the rare ease he displayed was not inconsistent with this slightly pale man.

It was hard to imagine that he should have been a sailor in the past.

Fujimaru Tachika guessed what was in the box, he shook his head, "Thank you."

Rejected the other party's kindness.

After all, he is the earl, so he must have something good that Tatsuka Fujimaru has never seen before.

Such a good thing, even if it is plated with gold and inlaid with diamonds, it is also tasteless in the dream.

He smokes to decompress, not to deceive himself.

Earl Edmund could only enjoy the flavor of the cigar by himself.

He handled the cigars slowly, obviously sitting on the ground, but Edmund, who was wearing gloves, made the appearance of approving manuscripts at the desk.

"It will all pass."

He is not good at comforting people.

This is the obvious thing.

He puffed out the cigar more skillfully than Fujimaru Tateka, and his gloves wrinkled beautifully with the movements of his hands.

Li Xiang was like a cat smelling mint leaves, he was completely distracted by the smell of tobacco on the man beside him.

He tried to lean over sideways.

The shoulders of the two meet.

Edmund had no intention of dodging. He watched the sparks flickering in the soot, and suddenly stretched out his hand to rub Fujimaru Tateka's head.

This is a sign of permission.

Li Xiang controlled her body and continued to fall slowly.

His head rested slowly and steadily on Edmund's lap.

The opponent is a little thinner than imagined.

This does not hinder the reliability of the other party.

"When will it happen?" Lixiang asked, and pulled Edmond's cloak in front of him with his backhand, covering his face.

The sound of the urn well concealed the fragility that passed by.

Edmund didn't answer right away, he flicked on the cigar, and the ash on it stood as tenaciously as Fujimaru Tatsuka.

"Wait...and hope."

He heard himself give the answer.

What if... there is no hope.

Fujimaru Tachika doesn't like to show her confusion in front of anyone.

I know everyone is a good person, but I'm sorry...

So he changed to a more tactful, and in a sense too straightforward way to ask: "Then—"

"Edmond. You'll be with me until that day, won't you?"

At that moment, Edmund thought of the days in prison as a Marseille sailor, he thought of the priest, the wind and waves at sea and the leisurely clouds that can only be seen on the shore.

"Yes," replied Edmund, "you can't get rid of me, accomplice."

That's really -- great.

Li Xiang closed his eyes in a daze, his mind was full of the turbulent and grand green.

Great, accomplice.

He fell asleep leaning on his not strong thighs, feeling the touch of leather caressing his hair in a daze.

Accomplice, a reassuring word.

Interest will dissolve the alliance, but it will not dissolve the accomplices.

Because what binds them tightly is the innumerable sins of each other, and the burning anger in the bottom of their hearts that will never be extinguished.

"Good night, accomplice."

The author has something to say:

www is almost over!

A little relaxed and a little bit reluctant www

Today's appearance is a duo with a delicate relationship.

Not really lovers but two guys who sit and smoke together eww