master transferred to spellcaster

Fujimaru Tachika wanted to stand up, but was pushed back by an arm as hard as iron, and had to fall back to his chest again.At the same time, the sound of the sliding door being pushed open clearly entered his ears.

"Guataro? You—"

Fujimaru Tachika turned his head to look, and the Onmyoji, who looked almost exactly like the person under him, was standing at the door looking at them with a look of surprise.

"Oh, oh, what a coincidence." Ashiya Michimi did not let go of Fujimaru Tateka's hand, but pressed it tighter, almost making Fujimaru Tachika unable to move, "Master, you seem to be trapped What about the dilemma? Do you need a poor monk to help you solve it?"

Although he has the same appearance, the evil way that is absolutely unmistakable whispers a seductive tone to the master in his arms, "Poor monk... I still have some confidence in defeating that incompetent self."

"Or, are you reluctant to part with it? You were deceived by that gentle illusion, are you going to abandon the poor monk? It's too much, obviously the poor monk is the servant who made a contract with you."

Shikigami, who had been in feigned death for many days, pretended to wipe away his tears, accusing his master of being ruthless and passionate.

His master - Fujimaru Tachika just looked at him quietly, and took out a hand to wipe away the tears that didn't exist in the corner of his eyes, "Daoman..."

"Yes……"

"If you are satisfied, then talk well."

"Yes?"

Evil way, who pretended to be stiff because of the unexpected movement, really stiffened for a moment now.

"Hehe, hehehe, master, what are you talking about? The poor monk has been seriously advising."

Fujimaru Tachika didn't answer, but just stared at Ashiya Michiman with open eyes.

Under the watchful eyes of those calm blue pupils, evil sweat faintly oozes from the forehead of Xie Dao, and the corners of his mouth are also lowered, "When?"

Fujimaru Tachika thought for a while and gave an answer, "Meeting for the first time?"

Ashiya Michimi recalled that time when Fujimaru Tachika only appeared in a daze for a moment——

It turned out that it wasn't because I saw Ashiya Michimit who was completely different from "Ashiya Michimit", but because I recognized him at that time——recognized "Ashiya Michimit" who was his follower.

There is no electric light in the room, only the moonlight shines through the half-opened window to illuminate Ashiya Road's long hair scattered on the ground, and the swaying bamboo shadow is particularly clear on the half of the white hair that seems to be emitting a glimmer.

"As expected of... the poor monk's master."

After laying on the ground for 30 seconds, seeing that Ashiya Michimi sighed the meaningless words and then remained silent, Fujimaru Tateka had to reach out and pinch the face lying on top of her, "Hey, you should let go too Me."

"Oh my god, the master is really puzzled to say something to destroy such a good atmosphere."

Fujimaru Tachika easily broke free from the relaxed arms, ignored the guy's open mouth, and looked at the room he judged to be Abe Seimei's dormitory while arranging the clothes that were too messy.

Still standing by the door, the tall figure without the master's control seemed somewhat silly——

No, maybe it's more appropriate to say that it's more terrifying like a ghost seeking revenge in the night.Fujimaru Tachika pointed to the Shikigami who was transformed into himself by Ashiya Michimi, "Aren't you going to take that back?"

"The master can give it to you if he wants it." Ashiya Michimi propped up half of his body with his arms while lying on his side, "You can use it for whatever you want? Yes? Yes? Oh——"

"Well, if Xiao Lang likes the strange figure of the poor monk, the poor monk is really flattered."

The shikigami who stood by the door came alive for a while, knelt down in front of Fujimaru Tachika, held his hand and stroked his cheek.

Ashiya Michimitsu watched Fujimaru Tatsuka who seemed to be frozen with interest.

However, Fujimaru Tachika did not show an angry or disgusted expression as he imagined——

Thinking of such a scene, a kind of itching pain spread to the whole heart from the inside out, making him feel extremely...happy——but with the other hand, he covered the pattern with the same appearance as him in life. The top of God's hair was rubbed.

"It's really nice to look so peaceful, don't worry."

The black-haired boy rubbed the top of the hair of the huge man under his hand, like caressing a beloved pet, and looked at him intently with a helpless smile on his face.

……

can not stand……

The deep hatred that surged in the depths of his body day and night, the pain caused by jealousy and hatred made him like drinking nectar, but at this time it was especially unbearable.

Even if it's just a mere shikigami, even if it's an act ordered by him...

The fingers hidden under the wide sleeves moved slightly, and the head that obediently bowed under the master's hands paused slightly.

"stop……"

Ashiya Michimitsu showed a questioning smile.

"You want him to blow himself up." Fujimaru Tachika frowned, "Don't do that, I don't want to waste tonight on cleaning up."

"Well, um, is that so?" Ashiya Michimi carefully watched every movement on Fujimaru Tachika's face, and suddenly smiled bigger, "That's right."

"Then let him disappear cleanly."

After clapping twice, the tall figure kneeling in front of Fujimaru Tatsuka turned into a fluffy piece of paper and fell down—it was the paper figurine with the Kikyo print on it.

"That's the end of the fun."

"Yes, yes, the master is really impatient." Ashiya Michiman sighed, "If you have any questions, please feel free to speak up. Hehe, the poor monk must know everything about you, and he can talk endlessly."

"Well, first."

Fujimaru Tachika sat cross-legged next to Ashiya Doman, stretched out her hand and patted the same hair in front of her as before, "I'm very glad to see you again, Doman."

The beautiful beast squinted its eyes, and a strand of white hair slipped from its shoulders, "It's the same for the poor monk. I can meet you again—"

"Very, very happy."

Fujimaru Tachika smiled, "Okay, let's talk about you. From the beginning to the end, explain it to me clearly."

"That's not a complicated matter. The poor monk Bucai is just an onmyoji, so he will naturally keep some 'backups', um, for example, the shikigami that carries the spirit foundation—in order to prevent some unexpected situations."

"The poor monk woke up alone in Tokyo, weeping and thinking of you every day, unable to extricate himself, endured, endured, and waited for your return in the high school. Unexpectedly, he encountered such strange creatures. The poor monk has no clue. If you fight back, you will be in this dream when you wake up."

"This is really a dream." Fujimaru Tachika murmured.He wanted to swindle Daoman, to see if he could show himself to test his intuition.However, the other party misinterpreted his "from beginning to end" as "from death to reunion now".

Moreover, although the other party's explanation was simple, he couldn't find any mistakes, and his intuition also told him that the other party was not lying.

Forget it, don't rush for a while.If you press the left and right now, you may not be able to ask anything.

"Creature? What have you found about this place?"

"It's a living thing. It seems to be parasitic on the fantasy tree - it's so strange, even the poor monk didn't notice it at all. The other poor monks should have the same thoughts as the master. This is indeed the Heianjing in the poor monk's memory." Ashiya Daoman flatly admitted the fact that this place was his memory.

Compared with this kind of thing, recalling the unknown power that he faced at that time, before that power, even now he is like a mortal who has no resistance.

It's like a natural disaster.

"Before I came here, I saw that thing was still spreading. If it just makes people fall asleep... What do you think the purpose of the person who made this thing is?"

"Yeah, the purpose. The poor monk doesn't know too well."

"What if it was you? If it was you, what would you do next?"

It's as casual as a small talk.

"Hmm, if it's a poor monk, since everyone has fallen into a coma, then you can do whatever you want. Turn everyone into tattered corpses and squeeze out beautiful magic resources... What."

Ashiya Michiman excitedly listed the pictures in his imagination, and then changed his voice, "Unfortunately, this incident was not done by the poor monk, and the poor monk has no way of guessing the thoughts of the boss behind the scenes."

it's true...

Fujimaru Tachika withdrew her gaze, "If everyone has been tricked, Da Vinci and the others should be here now."

"The poor monk has never seen it before, but if the master doesn't believe it, the poor monk will be happy to accompany you to investigate again."

"No, I believe you. What I want to say is that since everyone has been recruited, assuming that they have all fallen into the same situation as us, then they must also be in the dream. From this, it can be guessed that there is more than one dream, and that there is more than one dream. are not connected.”

"Now all we need to do is find a way to other dreams."

"Would you like to try using Command Seals? It will be more at ease if you can summon one more Servant Master."

"With you here, I don't need it for the time being." Fujimaru Tatsuka looked at the Command Seal on the back of his hand that was indistinguishable from reality.

Da Vinci replenished a command spell that he had used up with a temporary magic furnace, so the blurred lines on the back of his hand turned back into clear lines.

"There is no stable source of mana supply yet, so use it with caution."

"A wise decision." Ashiya Michiko closed his eyes and sat up. The unlined clothes on his body collapsed into light spots for a short time and then gathered again, weaving the styles of monk's robe and clown's clothes on his strong body. The messy long hair also returned to a clear state, and the strangely shaped bell reappeared on the tail of the hair.

"So, where do you want to start?"

During the gap between the words, Fujimaru Tateka stood up, walked around the room roughly, then walked to the sliding door, held the sliding door and looked out, turned around when he heard the words, tapped the tatami under his feet, "Here..."

The reason is self-explanatory.Whether it was "Michimit Ashiya" in the past, or Michimit Ashiya as a follower now, the strongest obsession is undoubtedly Abe Seimei.

He would not believe that the key point of breaking through the dream had nothing to do with Abe Seimei.

Ashiya Michimi twisted the corners of his mouth and lowered his head.

Fujimaru Tachika frowned, he didn't intend to provoke Ashiya Michimitsu, he didn't expect that even if he avoided mentioning his name, it wouldn't work.

however--

"Hmm, hum, hahaha——"

The servant on the opposite side didn't show a hostile expression as expected, but laughed uncontrollably.

"I guessed wrong?"

Watching the furrowed eyebrows loosen, replaced by a puzzled look, Ashiya Michimitsu's unrepressed laughter became more unrestrained, he flashed to Fujimaru Tachika, supported his back, and suddenly hit the dazed Master Hug up.

"No, no, not at all, your guess is very reasonable. Now let the poor monk lead you away from the loophole you just discovered inspired by your words."

"This sentence is a lie, wait a minute, you—"

The tall Shikigami jumped up with his Master, and the moment they passed the door, like a passage through another world, the figures of the two were completely submerged in the water waves of the air.

The moment they left, the continuous exquisite buildings and the people who slept in them were peeled off like a fake surface, and the sky showed a bright red color like blood, mixed with greasy yellow color.

Weeds grew vigorously on top of the ruins, and among the bushes, the nameless skull split in two quietly watched everything.