[Exorcism Doujin] Magic

About one day after the departure, the train was suspended due to the typhoon.

It is also a rare typhoon, and it is not safe to stay in the house.

Although the train stopped running without saying hello, the passengers who were thinking about their lives didn't say anything.

Crouching in the carriage, Yuli shrank his neck because of the coolness, sighed that the days of the holy holiday would be extended again, and then wrapped himself in a blanket and leaned on the seat to read a book leisurely.

Her self-protective sanity doesn't seem to like rainy days either, and her relationship is always unstable because of the rain.

There were some thunderstorms, but more violent was the howling wind.

"what--!!!"

The voice that could overwhelm the typhoon really startled Yuli.

The two people who have always been the most dedicated and caring people ran to the source of the sound, but the scholar sat there calmly drinking tea and studying medical skills.

Stretching, the wrapped blanket was rolled up on the chair, Yuli scratched his hair and left the workshop.

The scream just now also made her a little curious.

The hurricane was blowing, and the howling wind blew the rainwater into the car. Most of the half-cut car was wet, and even a few lights in the workshop went out.

It should be said that it is unfortunate or coincidental.

But at this time, her holiness is hidden in a corner and cannot be activated.

Slowly approaching the girl who was still in shock, Yuli went over and helped her by the shoulders and moved her to a place where no one was around.

Shuweng probably discovered something, missed Yuli and went straight out of the car.

Yuli didn't go out to check the number and level of demons outside. If he went, he would probably be slowed down or even killed.

"Chuck, Chuck him..." The brown-haired girl shook her head in horror, not quite believing what happened just now.

A person, just like that, alive, turned into powder in front of her.

Pulling the blanket that he threw away on the chair to cover her, Yuli could only comfort her a little, "Sorry."

Unable to accept the fact, she had never been frightened before, her trembling hands grabbed Yuli's sleeves stiffly, and the unstoppable fear made her unable to say anything else and could only repeat his name repeatedly.

"It's safe here, at least the firepower is attracted by my companions, don't be afraid..."

Soothing, unconsciously let the voice become softer, like coaxing a child...

For such powerless things, she can only do so.

Not pity, not sorrow.

Just because of my own incompetence.

Looking at the girl with a crying voice and listening to the constant sound of battle outside, she felt sad for a moment.

The Black Order has been established for a hundred years, and the tug-of-war among humans, exorcists, and demons has been going on and on for so long.

In the end, did the human beings end up perishing, and the demons got slaughtered, and the exorcist got their respite, or was it just an after-dinner show for the Millennium Earl and Noahs?

Always convincing themselves that they will win in the end, they can only choose to win, but the facts always tell them ruthlessly that this is just lingering, the ridiculous thing is that the Earl of the Millennium has not even moved the truth for a hundred years.

What an irony...

The unreachable gap made her feel indifferent.

So do you choose to escape?

Should I run away... She didn't know what was making her think about this question.

How could he escape.

Shaking the strange question out of her mind, she changed from a sitting position to a standing position.

The girl was sobbing and asked her in a choked voice: "Your companion, are you really okay..."

It was monster, scary, heartfelt, inescapable, inescapable...

"Ah..." Unhesitatingly curved the corners of his mouth, Yuli poured her a glass of water, "I trust them."

What I believe in is not only my companions, but also my obsession.

The torrential rain washes against the glass, and the days after the war in the typhoon seem to be cut off from this carriage. The brown-haired girl in the slightly dim carriage cannot see the expression of the blonde girl clearly when she looks up. The only thing she can see clearly is the upward movement. corner of the mouth.

The author has something to say:

_(:з」∠)_ Started to go to the direction of literary and artistic death, but overall it is still happy or relaxed.

And then: the God who is needed (that's asking).