It turned out that the ex was a big boss

"Teacher, what kind of mood do you have to become king?"

The slender boy asked innocently.

He is trying to give back a little kindness to the teacher who handed him "goodness", although he has not yet come out of "evil".

Wang, who was asked such a question, pulled out his mind from the book, and instead of being angry, he responded.

The dark gray-haired king blinked his brown eyes, and there was warmth in his eyes. He thought for a while, and looked back gently at the stubborn boy who was written all over his body.

He said: "Since it is an unshirkable mission

"Then execute

"The Responsibility of the Hermit"①

The attitude is peaceful and the expression is flat.It seemed that there was nothing in this world that could shake his mind, and there was nothing that could stop him from smiling.

The powerful beating heart in the boy's chest spoke of his joy, like a fanatic who had found his faith, and secretly rejoiced because the god stepped down from the altar to accompany him—he was overwhelmed.

"Since you can't shirk it, then accept...?", the young man was stunned by the teacher's words, he murmured carelessly, and finally sighed as if compromising, and complained in a low voice with a slight smile, "The teacher's attitude is also So calm!"

Will be used.The boy who had suffered malice couldn't help thinking.

"Other than this, there is no other way." The king, who has only been around for less than a year, has no temper at all. He stroked the top of his own child's hair and sighed in his heart that the child's hair looked sticky. Yes, but very soft.

It seems to have a soft heart, well, like a hedgehog, the outside is full of spikes, and the inside is soft beyond compare.

"Don't touch the top of my head—" the boy played coquettishly with a drawn-out tone.

So kind, look, a bad boy like him is taking advantage of this guy in front of him.The boy couldn't bear it anymore, under the bright and soft appearance, there was a viscous malice surging.

Taking advantage of the kindness of the person in front of him, and making a request as a matter of course, he is such a bad boy, don't spoil him too much, but be a little defensive.

This is wrong, this is 'indulging', if one day it is lost, it will rebound even more seriously.

So don't pamper him, come on, refuse his request, just show a little bit of refusal, like this-

"Okay, I see." The handsome young man lifted his round hat, and withdrew his hand indifferently.

There was no negativity in his face, impatience, sullenness, nothing at all.

Just show a little bit of dissatisfaction and let him retract into his shell, and he'll never—

However, after the young man agreed, he just continued to pamper him as before, showing him a smile full of approval and expectation.

Please, let him know that no one will give for no reason, as long as it is a little——

"I'll pay attention later."

The boy was stunned, and covered his face after a long while, blocking the dumbfounding expression and the fragility he showed. He seemed to want to laugh, but he couldn't suppress the faint sobs in his throat.

He is no longer aggressive because the spikes around him have softened.

"I really can't help it..." The young man muttered.

Not reprimand, but generosity.

So from now on, it is enough for this guy to be a neutral king forever, and he will protect him.

The young man hooked his lower lip.

In fact...he also had no way to deal with the young man, but facing such expectant eyes, how could he say no?

So unconsciously, I developed a love for this lovely guy, and I also wanted to train him to be an outstanding person.

The same is true of prophecy.

Stretching out his hand, he covered the top of the young man's hair again, ruthlessly ruffled the silver-white hair that was loved and protected, and pressed down the little hedgehog's resistance, a hearty smile overflowed from the young man's lips.

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However, the hedgehog who was supposed to guard his treasure forever left the treasure that everyone coveted, and then the hedgehog lost the treasure.

The reason is not the pursuit of the enemy, but the exhaustion of strength.

Four years ago, he left Miwa Yiyan in despair and embarked on his own journey. At first, he was not used to it and felt lonely.

——He didn't leave voluntarily, but was kicked out by the teacher.

Miwa Yiyan said calmly that he had left his teacher.

"I will go before you one day, you can't stay by my side all the time." His attitude has not changed at all, it is as gentle as before.

He didn't drive him away out of boredom.

Watanabe Haru suddenly understood that this was his 'fate', and he realized it.

Now that the teacher has seen the future, there is no way for him to stay here and not leave. If he does not leave, the teacher may be involved in something that should have been his intervention, and he does not want to see such unexpected things happen.

So although he was still very unwilling and depressed for several days, he still had to leave the teacher who had taught him for seven years.

But now, after hearing the news of the teacher's death, he felt jealous in his heart!He was jealous of the only junior who stayed by the teacher's side and accompanied the teacher for the last journey-why could he stay there? !

This is not acceptable... Master Yiyan is most concerned about their relationship.

It's right to live in harmony and let Master Yiyan feel at ease.

The black and white color blocks were distinct in his eyes, and he stared at the sharp ornaments next to the chandelier, as if they were so beautiful.

The fist was tightened and then loosened, and the well-manicured nails pierced the palm of the hand, leaving crescent-like marks.

If the teacher sees it, he will definitely push his fist away in distress, right?

But as sad as he is, he has to rely on pain to stay awake and suppress the grief in his heart.

In the end, all the company time and absent days were condensed into a sigh from Haru Watanabe's mouth: "Everything in the world has its destiny."

It was his fate not to be able to accompany him for the last time by the teacher's side.

If he didn't comfort himself in this way, he couldn't help the jealousy in his heart.

Fortunately, his negative emotions would not turn into curse spirits. At this moment, he was actually a little lucky.

Otherwise, the adults will give him an 'education of love'——

——Yes.

He couldn't hide his sadness anymore, he held up the phone tremblingly, his fingers turned white, trying to hold the phone steady but he couldn't stop the trembling no matter what.

"...I'll go back as soon as possible."

After finishing the last sentence, he took a deep breath, temporarily stabilized his fast heartbeat with the fresh oxygen pouring into his chest, and hung up the phone wearily.

As far as the eye can see, the black and white picture like an old-fashioned TV gradually changes back to color, but there are still a few snowflakes on it, reminding the owner of the eyes that this is not an illusion.

After a long silence, he made a decision.

In three days, no, today was the first day, so he had to go to Tokyo to attend the teacher's funeral before the morning after tomorrow.

--must.

His only teacher is the Seventh King, the Colorless King Sanlun Yiyan, who has the ability to 'predict' and has no 'one'.

Therefore, he must rush to Tokyo as soon as possible.

Without further ado, he was so anxious that he couldn't wait for a moment. After buttoning his clothes wrongly a few times, he picked up the sword that felt sharp even when it was not sheathed, and pushed the door out.

After all, he accepted the dangerous invitation——stepped into the thick white mist.

He followed the teacher's teachings.

"Don't be afraid

The tip of the umbrella pierces the throat

don't hold an umbrella"

Master Yiyan's expression was gentle, but his tone was rarely serious. He expressed his point of view seriously, and taught Watanabe Haru with it.

"You can't just give up without trying, understand?"

The boy raised his head, and his face with a little baby fat was full of longing: "I understand."

He understands.

So he never flinched.

Stepping into the white mist, he was nervous and on guard, his hands resting on the knife and he never relaxed.

I don't know how long it took to walk, but at a certain moment, Watanabe Haru's whole body's strength was concentrated at one point, the sharp knife cut through the white air, cut through the white mist, and made a 'boom' sound, which rang in my ears.

"who?!"

As the white mist temporarily dissipated, two 'people' with similar stature appeared in front of them, and what was on his sword was an unknown sharp black.