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The gentleness makes people feel very trustworthy.

"Oh yes..." Deftolos, who seemed to be lying on the ground if it wasn't for the holy clothes, yawned again, and his eyes, which were barely open, fell directly. It softened his somewhat sinister-looking face.

"Hey, hey, you'll catch a cold if you sleep here..." Sisyphus, who heard the steady breathing from beside him, looked at Deftolos who fell asleep with his cheeks propped up, really wanting to know What the hell did the guy do last night.

"It's not possible with such a big sun..." Deftolos, who seemed to be asleep but didn't seem to be asleep, suddenly answered this sentence, which shocked Sisyphus.

"I'm going to sleep in the Gemini..." Sisyphus, who couldn't help but sigh, bent down and prepared to drag him up. Although he said he had other things to do, there was still time to send this guy back to the Gemini.

If other people see the Golden Saint Seiya hitting a wall, a tree, or a rock, they will be humiliated.

"Aspros asked me to patrol for him..." Deftolos, who was completely unmovable by "Stable as a Mountain", opened his eyes lazily, yawned and stretched at the same time.

"...Are you on patrol?" Sisyphus, who couldn't help twitching the corner of his mouth, would feel that he was being lazy no matter how he looked at it... Or this Deftolos, who was lazy in a bright way, suddenly had himself not so Effort doesn't matter.

"Of course, I've come here from the Gemini..." Deftolos, who didn't even realize that he was being lazy, stood up carelessly, and cast a glance at someone with a little bit of resentment.

Although the height of the heel of the Saint Cloth made up for the one-centimeter gap, the resentment caused by Zeng Jin's age and lack of stature was not so simple to calm down.

...What's more, the net height of this guy is still 1 cm taller than me

1 cm!

Deftolos, who was silently mourning, turned his head to the other side calmly, intending to keep out of sight and out of mind.

"Your Gemini is the third house..." Sisyphus, who was already full of black lines, felt like he couldn't stand up. How lazy is this guy...

It was fine before, but now...

"The third house is also very far from here." Deftolos, who suddenly became serious, returned to his previous lazy look after saying this sentence.

Far from your sister (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

As a gold saint, this distance is the same as playing, okay =-=#

Sisyphus, who was silently swearing and flipping the table in his heart, relied on his good cultivation and endurance over the years to forcefully maintain the smile on his face, but the smile was as stiff as it looked.

"You also need to add some positive comments to Aspros, after all, he is one of the pope candidates." Sisyphus, who was completely unaware that he was also a candidate, gave his "opponent relatives and friends" like this Cheer up.

"Hey, hey, are you okay too?" Deftolos, who was finally willing to raise his eyes, looked at Sisyphus who was slowly coming over, with an expression on his face that you are stupid.

"..." Be kind as a donkey's liver and lungs!

Sisyphus, who had a deep understanding of the meaning of this sentence, rolled his eyes completely disregarding the image,

"As long as it is the Pope's decision, I have no objection."

"What a good boy's answer."

"Deftolos, you are becoming less and less cute, does your brother know?" The black-faced Sisyphus said why this guy is getting more and more venomous. It really is the one who is close to vermilion and the one who is close to ink and black?

"About my growth, I think Aspoulos will be very pleased." Switching to a happy face in a second

"..." Deftolos, you are black, you are absolutely black =-=|||

"What are you talking about?"

Just as Sisyphus was crazily complaining about his family(?) that the once innocent(?) little Dever had disappeared, the voice of another mentioned person came from behind the two,

"Deftelos, Sisyphus."

"Good morning, Aspoulus." Instinctively, Sisyphus decided to change the subject, feeling that it would be better to keep his mouth shut.

Although he didn't change the topic.

"Aspros, have you finished processing the documents?" Deftolos, who leaned back and propped his body up with his hands, looking up at his shiny golden Nissan, seemed to have less sleepiness on his face.

"Well, we can leave the rest to Sisyphus." Aspros, who didn't care about the object of his shirk work at the scene, smiled at Sisyphus and then focused his attention on the station. There on Deftelos, with a weary look on his face,

"I told you I can't arrive so late at night... Are you sleepy?"

"It's okay..." Deftolos, who yawned again, obediently let the other party's white fingers brush the corners of his eyes, and gently wiped away the tears squeezed out of the yawn.

"Come back after patrolling with me first, okay?" Aspros, who habitually rubbed Deftolos's hair, was full of tenderness that he couldn't even detect.

"Okay." Generally speaking, Deftolos, who would not disobey Aspros's intentions, nodded obediently, amazed by Sisyphus who stood aside and was completely forgotten.

You know, this guy is rarely so obedient.

He remembered that if Deftolos didn't wake up, he would have a very strong waking energy... But it seems that there is an exception in front of Aspoulos?

Sisyphus, who was struggling silently, also forgot that he was being ignored. When he was almost tangled up and planned to say hello to the two of them and leave, he found that he was the one who was left behind.

...Can we still be good friends?!

Although they didn't hold hands, the two brothers, who had a better atmosphere, walked quietly on the inspection route of the sanctuary. Compared with Aspros, who was more dedicated to his duties, Deftolos seemed much more relaxed.

Unknowingly, he walked to the highest place in the sanctuary except the Temple of Athena, looking down at the majestic and vast sanctuary below, Deftolos suddenly thought of what Sisyphus had said before.

"Aspros,"

"Huh?" The voice that responded to him sounded very brisk, showing the current mood of the owner of the voice.

"Do you still want to be Pope?"

Jihad

What would you do if I said yes?

In fact, when Deftolos asked that sentence, Aspros wanted to ask it like this, but after thinking about it, he wanted to laugh at himself again. That was the goal he had fought for before, but for the present On its own, that seemed pointless.

Do it, or don't do it, it's all the same.

"Think about it," Aspros looked straight into Deftolos' eyes, and smiled frankly, without a trace of concealment,

"However, that is no longer my obsession."

Whether you do it or not, it doesn't matter anymore.

"...Is that so? Just as long as you're happy." Letting the other party play with the lock of hair hanging on his chest, Deftolos's heart was relieved, and the smile on his face was slightly With some slyness.

He didn't want to ask Aspoulos if he still had an attachment now, what that attachment was.

Because that was no longer a source of worry for him.

What he needs to worry about now is how to keep the two of them alive in this jihad.

Athena has already returned to the sanctuary, and has begun to slowly awaken as a strong goddess of war. Jihad is already in sight.

There are two more years.

This kind of time is not long or short, and they have been in Sanctuary for 18 years...

OTZ, it's been 18 years, which means he is now 25 years old... he is about to become an older youth who can't get married...

Wait, why did he say he was married =-=

"Deftelos?"

Aspros, who had been walking by the side, never failed to pay attention to the people walking beside him, watching with great interest the ever-changing expression of his own Dever, and in the end he couldn't help but speak with his black face against the wall. Voice.

"Ah...it's okay, there's nothing, probably because I slept too much and daydreamed..." Thinking of what he was thinking just now, Deftolos had the urge to cover his face and squat in a corner, even saying to himself Didn't notice anything.

"What silly things..." Rubbing Deftolos's hair with a chuckle, Aspros, who was a little bit unkind, thought it was very interesting to see Deftolos incoherent in front of him.

#His Dever is getting more and more cute and swollen#

"Aspros, have you thought about a question?" Deftolos, who had arranging his hair casually, looked sideways at Aspros, who seemed to be looking at him in a daze, and asked.

"What?" Aspros withdrew his thoughts a little and looked at Deftolos, who had a serious expression. Thinking of what Deftolos had told him before, a reassuring smile appeared on his lips ,

"That's not going to happen."

To Aspros, it was just a story, even if he believed what Deftolos said, but did not happen to him, it was just a story to him.

"We'll survive, and survive together."

Hearing these words and feeling the temperature of his palms, Deftolos suddenly calmed down a little helplessly.

The future is uncertain, and he will survive with Aspros.

Even if they can't survive together, they can die together.

Thinking of this, the originally serious face suddenly relaxed, comparable to the brightness of the sun.