Personality is to like [Comprehensive]

In the huge "Empire of the Sky", there are no friends, no entourage, only Adolf K. Weitzman alone.

This is his paradise, but also his cage.

The rabbit didn't follow, and didn't even set foot on the "Empire of the Sky"; when Yayoi Aoki saw Weitzman, he just sat on the sofa by himself, shaking a bottle filled with one-third of red wine in one hand. Goblet.

It was a foreign young man with beautiful long silver hair. He looked very young, only in his early 20s. He was wearing a complicated and gorgeous dress, and he was meticulous in grooming himself.

As if hearing the movement, the young man smiled and turned his head to look at the intruder who appeared at the door.

His voice was as gentle as his eyes: "Are you the little guy the lieutenant said?"

— but also nothingness.

"If the 'Lieutenant' you're talking about is Mr. Guochanglu, then it's me."

Without shyness, Yayoi Aoki walked up to the first king, raised his head, and looked at him carefully: "Good morning, Mr. Weitzman. I am Yayoi. This is the first time we meet. Please give me your advice."

It has been a long time since I communicated with such a vivid existence, but Weitzman did not resist.

He really doesn't look like a "royal person" - he doesn't have the majesty of the King of Gold and Guochang Lu Dajue, nor the sense of oppression of the King of Red and Zhou Fangzun. Apart from his good looks and good voice, he is more like a ordinary people.

Ordinary human beings who get hurt, run away, and even show their gentle side.

Who would have thought that this "senior" who was already 80 or [-] years old?

"Although you have the ability to heal quickly, you are not from my clan. Presumably it is because of other superpowers or a special constitution. I have not accepted anyone... The lieutenant also knows about this. So, the lieutenant asked you to come here because he wanted to what to do."

Faced with Weitzman's question, Yayoi Aoki blinked, and casually turned his spiritual power into a blue butterfly, reaching out to the young man's eyes.

"Mr. Guochanglu said that you used to be very interested in Onmyoji and Shikigami, but he was not qualified enough and let you down. So, he hoped that if I could, I would come to the sky to see it. I agreed."

"...Lieutenant, yeah."

The memories of the distant past, when they were mentioned again, were still as fresh as if they had happened yesterday. Weitzman did not know whether it was pain or contentment, and he let out a sigh.

However, a broken mirror cannot be reunited, and what is lost will never return.

He put down his wine glass, lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the red ripples, hidden emotions.

"Thank you for making this trip. But, there's no need. I've lost all interest in the world above—thanks for me and the lieutenant. Please go back."

Yayoi Aoki scratched her cheek: "Oh...no, if you don't want to read it, then can I ask you a few questions?"

Weitzman has a good temper and patience, and he did not refuse this rare guest in decades.

"Mr. Guochanglu said that you were the one who discovered the Dresden stone and unearthed its power, and you were the first to become king, so I think, Mr. Weizmann, you should also know it best. "

Telling her real purpose this time, Yayoi Aoki took a deep breath and looked into the young man's eyes.

"—Your Majesty, this Red King, his sword of Damocles is broken too fast. Can you tell me what you can do to keep him from falling?"

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Weitzman told Yayoi Aoki a lot.

What is the Weitzman deviation value, what is the most tyrannical and uncontrollable power of Chi? In short, the sword is the king himself, and Zhou Fangzun's unrestrained rampage will only accelerate the damage of the sword.

And once the Weizmann deviation value exceeds the limit, the sword of Damocles will fall, that is, "falling sword".

Therefore, the successive red kings are usually short-lived ghosts.

The previous king who controlled the power of flame was named "Gagudu". He fell from the sword more than ten years ago because he was too indulgent.The Blue King and most of his clan, who will stop him, together with tens of thousands of ordinary people, will erase an entire city from the land of Japan.

That is today's "Gajudu Meteor Crater".

The Blue King died, a successor has yet to be chosen by the Dresden Slate, the Scepter 4 withered, and the people have not escaped from that fear.

"Although in theory, as long as you try to avoid using the ability, the sword body will not be damaged. But every time the third king who is selected by the stone board is not a patient person."

Weitzman stopped his finger on the drawing board, and looked at the silent little girl in front of him with pity.

He shook his head: "...Sorry, I can't do anything. Please cherish the time with him."

However, Yayoi Aoki suddenly raised her head.

"Mr. Guochanglu told me that you originally studied the Dresden Stones for the 'happiness of mankind'. But, Mr. Weizmann, do you really think that most people will become Are you happy?"

Her eyes are pure, but there is a haze hidden in the deepest part.

"Not everyone has the quality of 'possessing power'. It's like sending (wooden warehouses) to children and murderers without screening. Desire is a never-ending channel Hey, have you ever thought about how to formulate rules to restrict people with superpowers?"

Weitzman didn't speak.

Yayoi Aoki paused for a moment: "With all due respect, Mr. Weitzman, what you opened... was not Prometheus' fire, but Pandora's box."

"Maybe." Weitzman closed his eyes, "but I'm already concerned about the things on the ground..."

"—Are you throwing the mess that you made a mess to Mr. Guochanglu?"

Yayoi Aoki hit the nail on the head, but her tone was gentle: "But many people died because of this, Mr. Weitzman. Maybe some people are dying while we are talking now. It will not stop in the future."

Weitzman's emotions finally reached a peak.

He threw away the wine glass, and the fragile glass product hit the ground, dropping fragments all over the floor, making a loud noise.

The young man tolerated even the collapse: "Enough! I can't do anything, I can't do anything well...! The lieutenant is the one who can take on this task!"

"You're right."

Avoiding the shard of glass, Yayoi Aoki approached Weitzman and looked into his eyes.

"Mr. Guochanglu, he is indeed a 'human'. And human beings are mortal - he does not have the power of 'immortality', Mr. Weitzman. He is very old, but he is still a People stick to the imperial pillar tower and suppress everything."

"In order to protect the person I want to protect, I am determined to try to decipher the tablet. Mr. Weitzman, I implore your help. Will you join me?"

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Weitzman didn't agree.

But he opened up to her. He has researched all the materials related to the Dresden slate since then, and promised her that Guochang Road Dajue would allow her to remove the Dresden slate.

Sitting on the airship returning to the ground, Yayoi Aoki looked through the window at the "sky empire" that was getting farther and farther away.

This, she thought, was probably the first and last time she would see Adolph K. Weitzman.

——It was his paradise alone, and it was also his cage alone.

When the airship landed, Aoki Yayoi saw Guochang Road Daijue.

She ran over, with a guilty tone: "Sorry, Mr. Guochanglu. Mr. Weitzman... didn't come down with me. He didn't want to see me summon Shikigami either."

Guochang Lu Dajue was not surprised.

He smiled: "That guy is just a coward, right? It's not enough to have been hiding for decades. It's really shameful."

Yayoi Aoki said, "But, Mr. Kunitsuji, you really like Mr. Weitzman."

Hearing this, Guochang Lu Dajue was slightly stunned.

"maybe."

He looked up at the sky: "The person who chases his dreams with a smile is always quite dazzling. Besides... he is the only one who can remember a period of time with me."

Guochang Lu Dajue smiled brightly: "I'm old——old, ah."

But that person is still as young as in memory.

Yayoi Aoki hesitated for a while, but still raised a question: "Then, don't you feel very lost when you are with the 'Immortal Man'?"

Guochang Lu Dajue raised his hand and stroked the top of the little girl's hair.

"No. It's better to say that the person who is left behind is more tormented, right? Seeing everyone around him die one by one, thinking that such days will never end, even an old man like me would feel shuddering—coward How should I deal with myself?"

Yayoi Aoki held Dajue Guochanglu's hand with his backhand, and said seriously: "Although I can't say clearly, but I think Mr. Weitzman will return to the ground one day."

"Is this the onmyoji's divination?" The King of Gold showed a gentle smile that didn't match the majestic image: "Then, I will inherit the auspicious words of the emperor."

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He was busy with official duties, and after a few conversations, the King of Gold left in a hurry.

Because it was a little later than usual to return to HOMRA, Yayoi Aoki was not in a hurry, and went to see Dresden Slate today, planning to come back another day.

Originally, the rabbit was going to send her off, but it seemed that there was a sudden incident of outsiders running away. Seeing that they were busy, Yayoi Aoki simply told them what to do and walked back by herself.

She ends up bumping into Fushimi Saruhiko and Hatta Misaki on the way—and gets a ruthless reprimand for being alone.

Not daring to reply with a guilty conscience, Yayoi Aoki bowed her head pitifully, followed the two boys silently, and walked towards HOMRA.

In the end, Misaki Hatta couldn't see it, and ran to buy a crepe, and stuffed it into the little girl's hand. He heroically attracted Fushimi Saruhiko's firepower, so that she could hide quietly.

It was getting late, but there were quite a few pedestrians on the road, and they were on the same road, making the originally spacious road appear congested.

Misaki Hatta looked left and right, and couldn't help muttering: "Why are there so many people... and many of them are wearing masks. Is this something popular?"

"It's probably an offline party of some group. Wait, Misaki!"

Stretching out his hand to stop Misaki Hatta, Fushimi Saru Hiko looked forward—from a distance, he could see the gate of HOMRA, surrounded by three layers of people wearing masks, and three layers outside.

"Tsk. Something's wrong. Misaki, let's evacuate first, and then make a call...!"

While speaking, fearing that the little girl would get lost, Fushimi Saruhiko habitually stretched out his hand, waiting to be held, and glanced back inadvertently, but there was no such familiar figure again.

"Yayoi?!"

The name that was seldom spoken, blurted out, Fushimi Saruhiko wanted to push through the crowd, looking for Yayoi Aoki, but instead was trapped by a dense wall of people.

Hatta Misaki, who usually slides like a loach, can't move freely,

Soon, the boy discovered that they had been tricked.

The group was deliberately shoving them.

——Not HOMRA, Yayoi Aoki is their target this time!