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A rotten smile bloomed on Deftolos' face.

"Ah."

The time for preparing for the battle always passes quickly, and the gradually awakening magic star makes the sanctuary exhausted. Fortunately, although the older generation of golden saints are gone, the new generation of saints has also grown up .

But even so, the people in the sanctuary are too busy to catch their feet, and there is no chance to take a good breath.

At least Sisyphus heard Aspros, who was captured by him, complain more than once that he spent less time with Deftelos.

By the way, the candidate for the next pope was chosen as Sisyphus because Aspulos resigned from the pope.

As for the reason for resigning... Aspros could have said those high-sounding words very smoothly, but the specific reason...

He wouldn't say that it was because he wanted to spend time with his younger brother after the jihad instead of being forced to be bound in the sanctuary with no salary, no annual salary, no vacation, and all the busy schedules.

Then, after two years of busy work in the sanctuary, Pluto fully awakened, and the jihad officially began.

"It's about to start..."

The sanctuary at night will always give people a very peaceful feeling, and the gentle breeze will take away the heat of the day little by little. Standing at the height of the Gemini and looking down, Deftolos looks at the same standing in the holy clothes. Aspros, who was on the side, looked very emotional.

"Well, it's about to start." Aspros nodded slightly, raising the corners of his mouth, and a flamboyant and confident smile gradually appeared in front of Deftolos.

"But that's not important. All we need to do is catch the demon and beat it hard."

"That's right." Deftolos clenched his fist vigorously, saying that he still hasn't forgotten the troubles caused by that bastard's attack and almost died in that weird space.

How can you be a human being if you don't take revenge.

And the interest is well charged (someone who has fallen into the underworld sneezed hard), it's time to find the right owner to settle the score.

"So Aspros, how is your research going?" Deftolos, who broke the atmosphere in a second, threw the helmet of the Gemini Cloth upwards.

"It's almost there. If you cooperated with me obediently, you would have succeeded long ago." Aspros, who sighed helplessly, also knew that it would be even more difficult to lock up Deftolos and do research by himself, so he didn't To be too harsh on him.

"Yes, yes, I'm really sorry for my incompetence..." Although he said so, Deftolos, who was leaning sideways on Aspros's shoulder, put the helmet in his hand on Aspros's shoulder on the head of Spoulos, and then quickly ran away before Aspulos "exploded",

"Ah, it's late today, let's sleep..."

He knew very well how much Aspros hated wearing the helmet of the Holy Cloth of Gemini.

In fact, he doesn't like it either.

"..." Aspros, who was watching Deftolos running away at the speed of light with black lines all over his head, reached out and took off the crooked Gemini holy cloth helmet, turned his head and glanced at the outer periphery of the distant sanctuary, with sea-colored eyes The dark stream of color is so conspicuous under the night, but no one can see such conspicuous brilliance.

Holding the helmet in his arms and preparing to go back to rest, he stopped halfway, looked up at the beauty that would not be damaged in the dark, and a slightly cold smile slipped across his mouth:

"Abofika of Pisces, do you want to go out so late?"

"Yes, please let me pass." The suffocatingly beautiful face gradually emerged from the darkness, and the indifferent expression did not make the eyebrows lose the slightest bit, but showed a unique and attractive charm .

"...It seems that you have come to your senses," Aspros, who closed his eyes slightly, walked past Japafika indifferently,

"You go over there."

"Thank you." The sky-colored hair was flying in the air, and finally fell on the sanctuary.

In the evening of the next day, Aspros, who dragged Deftolos into a small black room in another dimension for a whole day, received a notice from the Pope's Hall as soon as he walked out of the different dimension:

Pisces Gold Saint Yabo Fika died in battle.

Aspros, who heard the news, immediately looked back at Deftolos, who had a bad face because he hadn't left the different dimension all day.

He saw only sadness in Deftolos's eyes that were like his own.

"Abofika... is still dead..." The voice was so low that it could hardly be heard, but it still reached Aspros' ears.

"Let's go, Deftolos, let's see him off for the last time." Aspros held the hand of Deftolos who lowered his head slightly, and did nothing else, but brought him to his very own place. Less to go to the Pope's Hall.

Jabofika's death was not very good-looking, because all the bones in his body were twisted and smashed. No one knew what kind of belief he stood up with at that time and repelled the attackers, but this did not hinder We mourn and admire his passing.

"He seems very satisfied..." Looking at the faint but real smile on Abafika's face, Deftolos's downcast eyes flashed an inexplicable dark light.

"If you do what you want to do, you will be satisfied." Aspros, who was standing beside Deftolos, held Deftolos's hand calmly and said in a low voice.

"That would be great..."

"My lord Athena, my lord Pope, please allow me to go to Italy again..." Compared with others, Shion, who watched Abafica die in front of him, seemed more excited than others, before the pope and What Athena said, he knelt down on one knee at the front and petitioned to go to war.

"Shion, I cannot agree to your petition." It was not the Pope who usually issued orders, but Sasha who suppressed her grief to calm herself down.

"Lord Athena!" Shi On, who didn't expect his petition to be rejected before he finished speaking, couldn't help but raise his head.

"Shion, it's not the time yet, you have to wait patiently." This time it was the pope who had been silent since just now, and this old man who had supported the sanctuary for more than 200 years stepped forward, his steady voice was like A light illuminates the hearts of all present,

"We lost a golden saint just after the jihad started, but Yabofika's sacrifice will never be in vain. Everyone remembers their mission and temporarily returns to the Zodiac where they are stationed, waiting Next instructions."

"Yes." As soon as the pope's voice fell, all the gold saints present knelt down on one knee in unison, bowing their heads to express their obedience to the order. Although Shi Ang, who was at the front, was very unwilling, but after his petition was rejected I also calmed down a little, knowing that now is not the time to be willful.

"Follow your orders, Pope, Lord Athena."

Meet again

After the loss of a general on both sides of the holy and the underworld, the jihad seems to have entered a temporary pause.

However, this precious stoppage time was only half a day. After Yabo Fica's brief funeral, there was good news and bad news. Fortunately, the good news could solve the bad news. This gave everyone who felt mentally exhausted a chance to breathe.

"Aspoulus, the war has just begun..." Deftolos, who temporarily promised to act with Aspoulus, leaned on the wall of the studio next to the Pope's Hall and looked at Ah, who was caught laboring again. Sprouse, the voice of the words seemed to reveal infinite exhaustion like everyone else.

"Well, it's just started, and the sanctuary has been prepared for a long time, but everyone feels as if this war has lasted for thousands of years..." Aspoulos couldn't help but stop his actions and laughed one time,

"It really does seem like jihad has been going on for thousands of years."

"It's been thousands of years, but it's the first time for everyone except Lord Athena..." Hearing Aspros's smiling voice, the exhaustion in Deftolos' words seemed to suddenly disappear. Cleaned up, turned into a very pleasant helplessness,

"We are not the group of underworld fighters. We are the same people from generation to generation...Hey, I said Aspoulos, do you think they have any memories of the past? If so, will they be fooled by the memories of the past? ?”

"I don't know if they have previous memories," Aspulos, who had sorted out the documents at hand, stood up from his seat, walked over to Deftolos who had stood upright and waited for him, and took a picture. touched his shoulder,

"But it's clear they're not stupid or crazy."

"If they are stupid or crazy, maybe we can relax." Deftolos, who followed Aspros's slap and turned around, took a step towards the door and walked out with Aspros one after the other. Room, leaving the Pope's hall, facing the oncoming wind, Deftolos stretched vigorously,

"But this can only be a good wish?"

"Yes, it can only be a good wish." Aspoulos, who paid attention to his image, moved his stiff body slightly, and walked forward.

"Let's go, let's go back to Gemini first."

"I know, I know~" Deftolos, who quickened his pace to keep up with Aspros, couldn't help complaining in the quiet evening of Sanyuan,

"Speaking of which, why is this Sisyphus still grabbing your labor, and next time I'll beat him up..."

"Hmm... you take it easy, take it easy... um... take it easy..."

"That's okay... I have to use a little more force..."

"You stop... give me, stop... I said it all... um... stop it for me