K-type Mage

Xia Youjie: "...Sorry, I can't see it at all."

You tell me mad with a poker face?Although it's true that you don't have the same friendly smile as before, no matter how you think about it, your expression is too indifferent!

"Because I was always angry before, it was too tiring, so I like to hold it back after a long time." Yuanshen replied in a considerate manner, seeming to be in a good mood, "It's impossible for a person to have only one face, right?"

The problem is that your reaction is not right no matter how you look at it.

"Best friend?"

"Ah."

"Do you want to find it?"

"...I don't really think about it now." Yuan Shen replied honestly, "I feel like I can't change my mind."

He stopped talking on the subject.

"Thank you, Mr. Xia You, for the information you provided." He said politely, "Let me take my leave first. Goodbye."

"...Goodbye, Mr. Yuan."

Xia Youjie stood under the shade of the tree, watching the other party take a step back and disappear like that, while the believers on the other side seemed unaware.

He pondered in silence for a while, then turned back to the vehicle.

"Let's go back."

*

How would you feel if you saw your best friend who had died?

"It's probably shocking." Wujo Satoru said, stuffing a piece of cake into his mouth, "and then decided to kill the fake because he was sure he was dead. After all, it's too much, this kind of vile, fake identity Behavior.—if it were you."

Xia Youjie: "..."

"I shouldn't have asked you." He said helplessly, with a little headache, "Mr. Yuan didn't say that."

The other party looked as calm as a dangerous pool of stagnant water.

"...So it's Mr. Yuan-san's business?" Gojo Gojo, who was eating happily, looked up in surprise, "Really? That guy actually has a close friend? What's that like?"

"——What's the matter with your accent." Xia Youjie complained, "How should I put it more clearly..." He pressed his temple, "That person is very dangerous. I mean, Mr. Yuan thinks it's a fake 's "best friend". "

He told the story of his conversation with Yuanshen that day.

It's been half a month since now.

"The inability to tell others...is it "bound"? Gojo Satoru cared more about this strange restriction, "No, memory?" He frowned, "Don't you feel it?" "

"No." Xia Youjie looked a little ugly, and shook his head, "There is no problem with memory, it seems that I can only tell Mr. Yuan's appearance." He was silent for a while, "I can only say that that person's behavior is very strange."

It seemed that he aimed straight at Yuan Shen with a clear goal, and said some superfluous words.

"Mr. Yuan's attitude is also very strange." Wujo Wudao, "He even cooked for Megumin and Tsumiki that afternoon. He is really good at taking care of children, Mr. Yuan."

Xia Youjie: "...? What's going on?"

He knew that his best friend had adopted the son and stepdaughter of his former enemy, but how did Yuan Shen get involved with the two children of Fu Hei's family?

"Ah—I forgot to tell Jie you." Gojo Satoru didn't apologize, "Mr. Yuan adopted a child, and He Hui is a classmate, so they are already friends by visual inspection."

"...What a surprise." Xia Youjie, who also raised two daughters himself, was in a delicate and complicated mood, "What kind of child?" He wasn't very curious, but simply thought that the child adopted by Yuan Shen must have something special.

"Spiritual power, or monster power, is at the ceiling level." Gojo Satoru said, "much stronger than that of the heir of the Chang family."

There are three clans in the world of conjuration, but there is only one family in the world of eliminating demons; because their systems are similar but their systems are different, and occasionally there will be conflicts.Gojo Satoru had met the heir of the farm, and he only felt that the guy was as hypocritical as a rotten orange—it was estimated that he would be completely like a rotten orange after he became the patriarch, but he felt a little pity.

"Mr. Mina really likes him so much that he warned me not to think of that kid. It makes me so sad, it's still a kid!"

"..." Does it mean that you have no idea if you didn't say it?

"Forget it... I just wanted to tell you about it." Xia Youjie sighed, "Don't go too far, Wu."

He looked at his best friend, even if their paths and positions were different, their three years of youth were indelible.

"Don't worry, I'm very sensible!" Gojo Gojo compared me, "After all, he keeps himself safe and has raised a child, and he probably has a dear friend whom he never forgets—it's normal to the point of touching!"

Xia Youjie: ...you will really get beaten up like this.

Xia Youjie left soon, and there were a lot of things going on recently. The cooperation between him and the Demon Eliminator had already progressed - after all, it didn't care if he was a Curse Master or not, as long as the cooperation was beneficial.

Gojo Satoru stayed in the cake shop, holding a fork without saying a word. From the perspective of others, he always thought that he was thinking about some serious and important matter-but in fact, he was just a little regretful that he didn't eat the cake Yuanshen made for the children.

Thinking about it, I think it is a very meaningful cake.

Is that person angry?

He put down the fork, leaned back on the chair, thought about every performance of the young man he saw that day, and finally could only come to the conclusion of "no abnormality".

Is it because the emotions are quickly calmed down only by narrating and not actually meeting each other?

Or is it a fake performance from beginning to end?

The strongest conjurer sighed lazily.

What a headache.It would be great if he could be pulled into the camp, so would a dangerous person with good acting skills and strong demagogy be interested in reforming the magic world?

Probably not.

Even if it's hard to tell whether it's true or not, it's probably enough to adapt to ordinary daily life if you can patiently adopt. Adopt a child. Grandpa.

Probing curiosity is ready to move.

Give it a try, there shouldn't be anything wrong, right?

……

Yuan Shen did not do nothing.

It's just that after reacting, I feel that the mental activity of being angry while looking forward to it is really stupid.

He had learned early on to control his emotions.

The young man Xia Youjie described was really like his dead friend.Mixed race, black hair, brown eyes, dark complexion—tsk.

Even the words that were relayed were like the tone of that guy's greeting every time.Although this is more like some kind of metaphysical feeling.

...In fact, he is a bit psychologically shadowed.

The old ruler that Genbuka had faced directly—not in the experience of preventing the evil god from coming, but before he decided to sleep; 【Nyarlathotep】.

Nyarlathotep usually appears in the image of a dark and lanky Egyptian man, but he has thousands of incarnations, and he is the only deity of restraint that shows rationality that humans can understand. *

But the image is highly close to the traditional "demon" - malice, joy, deceit, temptation, chaos, chaos.

Now, half a month later, Yuanshen covered his face with the book in pain, and the reclining chair under him was swaying.

Crouching Chaos, Messenger of Outer Gods, God of Thousand Faces. *

There are thousands of incarnations, vests are everywhere, and there are His shadows in Huangquan and Biluo at the ends of the world; he can also be a god of different churches and watch believers and servants stage a play that is hostile to each other and lingers to the end of the world. up.

But the problem is that Yuan Shen doesn't want the speculation that this god changed into his best friend to cause trouble at all!

Anyway, he is a god, it is impossible to do such a thing!

unacceptable!He just declined the invitation. Could it be that he really wanted to be brothers and sisters with him? ? ?

In fact, this is just Yuan Shen's guess.

But I don’t know why, it’s obvious that it looks like a close friend, but after hearing other people’s descriptions, after repeated thinking, it somehow connects with Naia’s traditional human incarnation.

Is it some kind of concept?

wrong.

Yuanshen took down the book and sat up abruptly from the reclining chair, his breathing was a little short, and a certain guess took shape in his heart.

His best friend... died in a god-making sacrifice commanded by a witch; the god-making could be said to be a success or a failure, because he stopped him in the end.But in fact, at the end of it, he found that something was wrong in the ceremony-there were traces of the presence of the avatar of the Many-Faced God, the Dark One*.

Even if it's just an avatar, it's still Nyarlathotep!That is an unrestricted strong foreign god!

Terrible.No, the reason why that guy's soul is not in the undead world is because he was tampered with by Naia!

It's impossible for that guy to believe in Nyarlathotep...

He couldn't sit still.

Of course, something was found in half a month, but he was a little hesitant to follow the traces——

After all, "fake" probably thinks that way.

The thought of this possibility made me feel uncomfortable.

Unable to sit still, Genshen calmly put down the book in his hand, ignored the reclining chair, looked at the time and thought about where Natsume Takashi is now and when he will come back.

...Oops, not sure.

He scratched the back of his head, anxiously wanting to confirm who Xia Youjie was seeing, but at the same time hesitated a bit, what kind of guardian would he be to Natsume Takashi if he set off directly because he was not sure.

The time is four o'clock in the afternoon.

Natsume Takashi and Gojo Satoru's adopted son Fuheihui have become friends, and the friendship between children comes quickly, not to mention that they can see different existences; that child is very happy every time he goes to Fuhei's house.

It's the weekend now, and I'm doing my homework with the Fuhei siblings.

Usually around six o'clock, Yuanshen came to pick up the children to go home, or cooked for the three children at Fuhei's house.

Yuan Shen walked around behind the counter, pondered for a moment, and went out to put up a "Closed Business" sign for the bookstore.

It doesn't rely on this store to make money, it's just for fun.

He is out.

Time and space are only a moment when he is thinking—or there is no moment; chasing the traces left by the "fake goods", Yuanshen came to an abandoned factory full of filth.

curse spirit.

Anyway, there are many curse spirits.

There are magicians and exorcists fighting with the magic spirits inside.

Too lazy to care about how these warlocks of different affiliations got together, and he bumped into him so coincidentally, Yuanshen opened his spiritual field without blinking, and quickly searched for the breath hidden among the group of curse spirits, or are relics.

"..."

He stopped stiffly.

The first-level, second-level and super-level curse spirits were mixed together and disappeared without a trace in an instant.The conjurer and the exorcist, who were struggling to fight, looked around dully, trying not to understand what happened.

"... Gan." Since waking up, Yuan Shen, who has behaved politely and without much ups and downs in his inner activities, is just like a 20-year-old Internet-addicted young man on earth, gnashing his teeth.

— was tricked.