How did the good of order become the confidant of the villain? !

Dio vetoed this reason with an expressive sneer, and his blood-red eyes were like gems with dark light, flickering on and off in the darkness.

"Bendio never needed anyone. He did it then, and he does it now. Using 'need' as an excuse, absurdly escaping, refusing to face his own heart—"

He chuckled softly, and the echo echoed far and wide in the night.

"Actually, you also know it? Only by my side can you get the peace of mind you want."

Words that invaded the brain like a spell, stretched out tentacles in the deepest part, subtly teasing and bewitching.

Yu Gongcui frowned slightly.

"My meaning has been expressed very clearly. No matter how you say it, the result is still the same."

"Oh?" The tall vampire stood still with one hand on his waist, and retorted playfully, "Bendio's opinion is completely opposite."

"Amiya, you have been constrained by those rules and regulations for too long. You have completely forgotten how to make a choice. Because you are not needed? You are so wrong! The situation of the other party should never be a factor that affects your decision-making? You just need to be more honest A little, a little more selfish... Desire is a more straightforward and powerful thing than obligation!"

He didn't try to go further under the gaze of the golden experience Requiem, but licked his upper lip slowly, his eyes locked on the deacon as if watching a prey in a trap, full of a cruel smile determined to win.

"It seems that you still need time. But it doesn't matter, a magnanimous man like Bendio will wait until the day you make the right decision."

The figure of the young man dissipated with the loud laughter, turning into a little bit of gold and melting into the night.Giorno pursed his lips subconsciously, and there was a deep sense of disgust hidden under his slightly sunken face.

He put away the double without saying a word, and turned to look at Yu Gongcui who was beside him thoughtfully.

"Let's go."

The latter nodded slightly and continued to lead the way ahead.

The team that returned to the two was very quiet, only the sound of undulating footsteps remained.It's not scary, just the reassuring silence before you relax and drift off to sleep.

"Giorno." Yu Gongcui called out the boy's name, asking for his opinion, "About what Dior said before——"

"Part of desire and duty?"

The voice of the reply was very calm, as if thinking about this question for a long time, and gave the answer smoothly.

"Although I can't agree with that person's existence and philosophy, this alone is worth thinking about."

"Actually, I know very well that the reason why Midori chose me between me and him was because I 'needed'." He stated slowly, with extremely clear logic, "But unfortunately, I also cannot agree with this choose."

"What prompts you to make a decision can be any kind of your own desires. It doesn't matter whether it's happiness, peace of mind, family affection, or love—but it can't be 'duty' alone."

Because that's not a judgment you make of your own volition at all.

Will respond when needed, has nothing to do with feelings, but simply thinks she has an obligation.In this case, wouldn't it make no sense at all?

"I want to be chosen by Midori...but only if it's your own decision."

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Thinking over the words of Dio and Giorno, he was delayed a lot of time on the road due to the incident caused by the former, and hurried back home.

Although I have clearly understood the meaning of the two, I still have some hesitation.

Ignore the will of the other party and make choices purely based on your own likes and dislikes.It's easy to say, but after all, the emotional foundation is there. If someone who knows his character is trying to pretend to be pitiful, Yu Gongcui really doesn't have the confidence that he will never waver.

Almost bound to the character of "pretending to be pitiful", Osamu Dazai's face immediately emerged in his mind.

He couldn't help but slightly closed his eyes.

...Forget it, let's take a step and see.

After Giorno confirmed that he arrived home safely, he became spiritualized, and there were fewer people in the house than imagined.Takasugi was holding a pipe on the balcony and puffing; A Yin was sitting at the dining table, holding a super-large strawberry parfait that came from nowhere, inhaling the storm, without even looking up; and Atsushi Nakajima was sitting on the side eagerly Look, it looks a little cramped.

Amamiya Cui greeted each of them one by one, and seeing only Dazai Osamu curled up listlessly on the sofa in the living room in a daze, suddenly realized that there was a dangerous person missing, and involuntarily became vigilant.

"Where's Fedya?"

As soon as he uttered this overly intimate address, he hissed softly as if being scalded, wishing to withdraw and destroy the words he had just uttered, crumpled them into balls and threw them into the trash can.

Osamu Dazai on the sofa trembled slightly, but did not answer, but Shinsuke Takasugi exhaled a mouthful of gray-white smoke, turned around and leaned against the back of the balcony, and raised his eyebrows towards this side.

"The guy dressed like rice balls? He's gone."

Yugong Cui hurriedly asked: "What does 'gone' mean?"

"You really care about it." Takasugi replied lightly, "'I don't get along well with Amamiya, it's better to leave early before there is any conflict', this is the exact words I asked you to convey."

Hearing this, she was silent for a while, and Amamiya Tsui, who completely gave up on searching, sighed, and decided to completely ignore the disappearing Fyodor, pretending that she had never been summoned in the first place.

Sitting on the sofa a little tiredly, just when he let go of his eyes, Osamu Dazai had already carefully rubbed over.

After probing step by step, he finally reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, buried his face near the collarbone on one side, trembling slightly.

Yu Gongcui raised her hand in surprise, and rubbed the young man's black hair, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

Osamu Dazai replied with a muffled voice, as if drifting from a long distance away, "I heard a terrible story... just let me hug you for a while."

The so-called moment lasted until late at night.

Amamiya Sui, who had to get up early for school tomorrow, moved her numb limbs slightly, and poked Osamu Dazai who seemed to be asleep with a little embarrassment.

"Zhijun? I'm leaving."

The sudden tightening of his body, almost strangling the person out of breath, and the pair of bloodshot iris eyes suddenly opened, the young man's fierce attitude as if he had a nightmare made him gasp, and vaguely realized that I said something wrong.

And Osamu Dazai stared at him firmly, after realizing the surrounding environment, he finally relaxed gradually, and slowly let go of his hand as if nothing had happened.

"Oh, it's indeed time to go to bed. It seems like I had a nightmare. I'm sorry, didn't I scare you?"

Frankly speaking half-truths and half-false excuses, after saying good night to Yu Gongcui with a normal attitude, he turned into a spirit and disappeared into the living room.

Only the latter was left sitting alone on the sofa, pressing his temples with some headaches.

...or don't pursue it.

After washing and changing into pajamas, the other phantoms had already dispersed, leaving Yu Gongcui alone in the empty room again.

Tossing and turning on the small bed that seemed to have not been touched for a long time, after a while, he sat up resignedly, staring at a certain corner of the dark night in a daze.

"Dover?"

He called softly, "Are you there?"

"—Please accompany me."