[Comprehensive] Comb girl

Let Sanri Yue Zongjin agree to return her name to her?

This is simply fantasy.

That's simply impossible.

A Ding's brow revealed a look of worry, which was quite pitiful.Seeing this, Yaki Hasebe said, "If the lord doesn't mind, I can share your worries. Rather, it is my honor to be able to help you."

"...Is it okay?" She raised her head slightly in surprise.

"I am someone who will never betray my lord, please believe me." Hasebe's face showed a slight conceit, and his words were full of absolute absoluteness, "For those shameless people who hurt the lord, I I always want to get rid of it and make it quick."

Ah Ding leaned forward and pleaded softly: "Please help me. You are the only person I can trust."

"'Contract' has a negative effect - it may not appear, but once it appears, the consequences will be very bad." Hasebe raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with deep meaning in his eyes, "If you want to deceive Sankai Yuezong, you need the Lord himself Put more effort into it."

"How to do it?"

"The person who made a contract with Fu Sangshen handed over his name and bound his own existence with Fusangshen. Occasionally, the person who made the contract would gradually forget his real name. Lost his name The end is to disappear—something like 'Shenyin'." Kakiri Hasebe said, "As long as the master shows the appearance of 'forgot his name', Sankayue will definitely not be as leisurely as he is now."

Ah Ding's breathing became slightly rapid.

"But, if Sanriyuedian doesn't believe it, what should I do?" She looked at her collar with some embarrassment—she was in daytime condition, and she only had the sword patterns of Sanriyue and Hasebe on her body—“Will he Would you say something like 'go to Yakiri Hasebe and ask him to return your name'?"

The brows of the press-cut Hasebu are slightly wrinkled.

"That's a problem—it's impossible for me to terminate the contract." Hasebe said, "How can I convince him? Let me think again."

Ah Ding's heart skipped a beat, as if it missed a beat.

The opportunity is coming!

Her heart was screaming like this.

She closed her eyes, silently recalling Yiqi Yizhen's tenderness towards her.The fireworks in Osaka and the white lily of the valley, the fish swimming in the river and the wind on the mountain.Gradually, she felt the throbbing in her heart.

——My favorite is Hasebe.

——It’s Mr. Hasebe-kun.

——It’s Hasebe-sama...

Such thoughts overwhelmed everything, like rebuilding a hypocritical wall in his mind, and the paint called "Deceit" painted the entire wall into a bright blood color.

Her forearm was hot, she opened her eyes, rolled up her sleeves, and saw the knife pattern of Sanriyue emerging there.

There is only the knife pattern of Sankai Yuezongjin, and there is no knife pattern of cutting Hasebe.

Ah Ding's heart froze slightly.

She knew that she had even deceived her own body.

Hasebe, who was cutting and cutting, heard the rustling of the fabric, and looked at her suspiciously.The scene that caught his eye made his blood boil instantly——

On the lord's forearm, there appeared the three-day moon knife pattern that punished the heartbeat.

What this means needs no words.

Hasebe clasped her wrist, breathing quietly and heavily.Like a goshawk that has found its prey, he locked his eyes tightly on the red skin on her forearm.

"My lord, don't you want to explain?" His voice was full of excitement and joy, and his hands were clasped so tightly that the woman's skin hurt when he grabbed it.

Ah Ding suddenly turned his head away, his body trembling slightly, like a tiny dodder.She refused to answer, but shook her head desperately, trying to pull her hand out.However, how could she defeat the strength that pressed Hasebe.

Hasebe pinched her chin with two fingers, forcing her to turn her head.The lord's eyes were full of tears, and his face was full of shame, as if someone had discovered a little secret.

"My heart is falling for you—is it?" said Hasebe, who pressed the knife.

Although it is a rhetorical question, it is a statement tone.

Ah Ding's tears rolled down, but he didn't speak, just shook his head fiercely in a muffled voice.

After a long while, she finally spoke with tears in her voice: "I dare not have any unreasonable thoughts about a person like you..."

Hasebe let go of her hand and held her in his arms.

The strength of the confinement almost made her unable to breathe.

"I understand." His voice was full of extreme joy, "Your trust in me is really the best gift. I will temporarily cancel the contract with you, so that Mikazuki Zongjin will trust you even more. But...after everything is over, you will renew your contract with me."

An insane sense of pleasure welled up in his heart.

He didn't care when the lord was moved, nor did he care what the trigger was.

Dao Wen will not deceive him, in short, the lord is moved by him.

"Is it really possible...?" she asked.

"Yeah." Press cut Hasebe let out a satisfied sigh from his lips, "Yes."

So, Ah Ding got back his name from Yaki Hasebe.

***

a few days later.

"Mikazuki. Something bad has happened recently."

Mikami Tsukimune, who was flipping through the file, was called out by Hasebe.

The low cabinet full of books exudes the old atmosphere of green ink and fragile paper.The round window was covered to ensure that no sunlight could leak in, and the only light source in the room was the dancing candlelight.

San Riyue put the book back on the cabinet and asked, "What happened?"

Pressing and cutting Hasebe pushed the master in front of him another step forward, with a dignified voice: "Just now, the master suddenly asked me, 'What is my name?'"

There was a crackling sound, and it was a light flicker of the candle flame.

Sanri Yue Zongjin's complexion showed a bit of condensation in the candlelight.

Then, he frowned and asked, "Really?"

"There's no need to joke about this kind of thing." Yaki Hasebe sneered, "San Riyue, do you understand what this means?"

Sanri Yuezong lowered his hands, his expression slightly stagnant.

Of course he understood what this meant.

As a possible side effect of surrendering the name, the lord is likely to begin to forget his own existence.If things go on like this, she will eventually disappear into this world, leaving nothing behind.

He didn't want to see this kind of thing.

However, he will not easily trust the unpredictable Hasebe.

This kind of thing is so rare that it is almost impossible to happen.

"Maybe the lord is just playing around?" San Riyue smiled lightly again, "Let me take care of the lord for a while. Maybe after a day or two, the lord will remember her name again."

Hasebe was slightly annoyed, and said: "This is not a joke! I have already canceled the contract with the lord! Hurry up too, Sankayue!"

Sanri Yuezong was stunned for a moment.

He has always known how obsessed and greedy Yaki Hasebe is towards the lord.Even Yaki Hasebe has terminated the contract, so it can be seen that Yaki Hasebe is not lying, the situation of the lord is really bad.

However, San Riyue just turned sideways and said, "Let me observe for a while first."

Hasebe had no choice but to hand over Ah Ding.

The young lord walked up to Sanriyue in fear and trepidation, and looked up at the perfect Fusangshen.

"Please remember that you are our lord." San Riyue lowered her head and rubbed her cheek against her ear, her voice was extremely gentle, "...also, it belongs to me, the old man's little girl."

Life goes on as usual.

Sanri Yue Zong took care of Ah Ding's daily life thoughtfully and carefully, and the days turned out to be unbelievably calm and gentle, like a slowly flowing river.In the morning, she would stay in bed, and Sanriyue went to urge her to get up again and again; she studied in the morning, and sat in the corridor with refreshments in the afternoon, chatting without saying a word.

During this time, Ah Ding only saw Sanriyue.

Here, it seems that it has really become the Honmaru that only belongs to her and Sankaiyue.

However, the strange words that Ah Ding spits out occasionally, after all, indicate a change in trajectory.

"……What is my name?"

"Your name is 'Yu Xie Wuding'."

Fu Sangshen held her hand and wrote the name with a pen on the paper.

"What is my name?"

"Your name is 'Yu Xie Wuding'."

Fu Sangshen brushed off the fallen leaves from the top of her hair, and brushed her hair behind her ears.

"What is my name?"

"Your name is 'Yu Xie Wuding'."

Fu Sangshen kissed her earlobe in the dark and invaded her forcefully.

However, telling the name over and over again did not slow down the speed of the Lord's forgetting.Everything seemed to be moving towards a bad end that Sanriyue didn't want to see.

In the evening of this day, the rays of the sun spread majestically across the sky.The young lord squatted by the pond in the courtyard, raised his cuffs, dipped his fingertips into the water, and chased the timidly fleeing fish.

She was wearing wooden clogs, with her heels raised slightly, and the calf and ankle exposed from the edge of the kimono were unbelievably white.Because it is dyed with the clear sunset, it seems to be coated with a layer of gold.

Fingers turned over and over in the pool, creating countless ripples.The fish had already fled far away, hiding in another corner of the pond, she lowered her head, looking at her own reflection in the pond which was dizzy to pieces by the ripples.

"My lord, what are you doing?"

Sanriyue asked her.

The scene in front of me was really peaceful and beautiful.

"Ah... I was thinking about a question." The Lord's fingers were still hanging in the water.

"..."

Sanriyue's heart sank slightly.

—Are you going to ask for your name again?

He was ready to answer, but the young lord tilted his head and asked innocently and suspiciously: "I was wondering... who are you?"

—Who are you?

Mikazuki Zongjin's mask instantly shattered.

The teacup in his hand suddenly fell to the ground and shattered.

He felt that the autumn wind seemed to have the smell of blood like rust, which made his breathing painful like a knife.

"what……"

"I'm……"

"I'm……"

His gentle voice could no longer be maintained.

Before he could say his name, his knees bent, causing him to kneel and fall to the ground weakly.