After being kidnapped by Tamamo, they try to fix it

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I said you just watch it! You will have a better time in the future!"

The quarrel in the rear woke up Van Gogh, who was in a certain state, and looked at Fujimaru Tatsuka while his eyes glowed,

"Master Yuyu! Do I have my own style too!"

It is not a fake, but a genuine one, which is the ultimate pursuit of all painters.

In Van Gogh's view, it doesn't matter whether his paintings are genuine or not. It doesn't matter if the painters outside agree or not. As long as the master likes it, reputation doesn't matter!

Looking at the petite Van Gogh in front of him, Fujimaru Tateka put his hands on top of Van Gogh's head.

"Of course, when did I lie to you?"

In fact, Fujimaru Tachika didn't dare to talk nonsense, after all, Van Gogh's words were in the (real) oil paint of Van Gogh, in a modern style.

It is not as weird as the abstract art, nor is it too close to the distortion of Hokusai. With the combination of modern painting techniques, Van Gogh's paintings are always within the appreciation level of Fujimaru Tatsuka.

And Tatsuka Fujimaru's uncertain words made Van Gogh's light even more dazzling.

"Really?"

"real."

Thinking to ask several times, Fujimaru Tateka was patient enough to chat with Van Gogh for a while, but Van Gogh didn't speak again after asking the first sentence.

"Actually, Master, you are dating Miss Tamazamo, right?"

For a long time, Van Gogh lowered his head and muttered, while Tamazamo, who had always been an outsider, pointed at himself after breaking free from the confrontation with Morgan's stick and mirror.

Fujimaru Tatsuka's originally brimming smile froze instantly on his face.

"Van Gogh..."

"Because I'm a sunflower, I can distinguish which sun's smell it is...and Master Master has the smell of Tamamo-mae..."

Before he had time to explain, Van Gogh interrupted Tatsuka Fujimaru's words first, the silence on his face was like a sunflower that lost the sun, and the whole person escaped into the shadows.

"Sorry, Van Gogh, I haven't found a chance to talk to you about this..."

Fujimaru Tachika, who knew what concealment and deception would bring, was a little ashamed of Van Gogh in front of him, after all, he hadn't found a suitable opportunity since just now.

Van Gogh didn't speak, just grabbed Tatsuka Fujimaru's clothes with his hands and didn't let go.

Should I say jealousy?But obviously it was me who had been hesitating.

Should I say sorry?It's too late now...

Would it be different if I had stopped Fujimaru Tachika when I was leaving and said the phrase, let's go on a date together?

Feeling the trembling from the clothes, Fujimaru Tateka also looked in the direction of Tamamomae behind.

Tamamomae, who had been clasping his hands from the very beginning with a hostile face, sighed and nodded when he saw Fujimaru Tatsuka's pleading eyes.

Fujimaru Tachika, who got the permission, pulled the person in front of him into his arms with the strength of Van Gogh's unwillingness to let go, and Van Gogh, who felt the touch, changed from loss to shock.

"I know this news is a little hard for you to accept, but unfortunately, it's the truth, and I can't quibble."

"Although I will keep a certain distance from you after marriage, please rest assured that I can't do anything to ignore Van Gogh."

Van Gogh couldn't believe his ears, so Master and Tamamo had already developed to the point of marriage?Obviously it's only been two months...

And Morgan, who was standing next to Yuzaoqian, also looked at Yuzaoqian with a suspicious face, handing over the object to others for intimate contact like this...

In this regard, Yu Zaoqian also helplessly spread his hands, who told his partner to be so attractive to others?

Seeing that Morgan and Tamamo were about to fight again, after hearing Fujimaru Tateka's words, there was the sound of some kind of metal object falling to the ground in the kitchen.

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Looking at the knife that fell on the ground, Joan Alter looked at Joan who was already stunned in place with disdain, and just as he was about to make a sound, his mouth was covered by a white figure.

"No no no!"

Although the witnesses who wanted to expose his abnormality were restrained in time, the movement in the kitchen still attracted several people in the living room.

"What happened, village girl? If I heard correctly, something fell on the ground just now, right?"

"Be confident, witch, you heard me right, it should be a western-style long knife about 18 centimeters in length."

Tamazamae and Morgan were the first to step into the kitchen, and Morgan, who already runs a coffee shop, is naturally very familiar with the sound of knives falling to the ground.

Not to mention the front of Tamamo who walked out of the Red Enma Cooking Class...

"What are you talking about, what kind of knife, the one on the ground..."

And Joan of Arc, who hid the knife behind her back, also smoothed things out with words that did not belong to her character, but the words of Fujimaru Tateka still echoed in her heart.

Marry...keep your distance...ignore...

Joan of Arc remembered that when she ran into Fujimaru Tachika just now, although she showed a very enthusiastic look, she was more towards her sister.

As for himself, he didn't match a word, and he didn't even meet his eyes once.

'Am I... did something wrong? '

Such an idea inadvertently sprouted in Jeanne's heart, but in fact she didn't know what she did wrong at all.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in her mind, a figure named Fafnir, also known as Zig.

But this thought was pushed out of Joan's mind in an instant. After all, that story had never been mentioned to anyone, and even the summoned Chigurh didn't recognize herself.

"But you still know him, don't you?"

Fujimaru Tatsuka's voice broke Joan's line of defense in an instant, and her dodging eyes also saw Fujimaru Tatsuka leaning against the door.

The knife in his hand fell to the ground again, this time he didn't bend down to pick it up.

Jeanne Alter, who didn't understand the situation at all, was a little confused, so "You guys are..."

Just as she was about to speak, a figure flashed behind her and pulled her aside.

Joan Alter, who was pulled into the living room, was just about to say hello when he saw the goblin knights gathered in the living room, and then took the black tea from Tamazamo in an instant and sat obediently on the chair.

Although the kitchen space was reserved for Fujimaru Tatsuka and Joan of Arc and the shielding barrier was set, Morgan and Albion, who were beyond ordinary magic, could still hear the conversation inside.

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"Master, is he the one you're talking about, Chigurh?"

It's like asking, and it's like being lucky, after all, that memory is a record that doesn't exist in this world at all.

Fujimaru Tachika smiled and didn't speak, just looking at Joan like she was waiting for something.

The atmosphere in the kitchen froze for an instant, and Joan was sure who Fujimaru Tatsuka's words were pointing at.

Just about to explain, Fujimaru Tatsuka obviously didn't intend to give Joan a chance.

"Actually, it's hard for me to imagine that the French saint would have such emotions. How should I put it, it's like an adolescent girl in love?"

What she originally wanted to explain was disrupted in an instant, and Joan couldn't help but backed away.

Fujimaru Tachika also smiled and continued, her reaction to Joan of Arc was also expected.

"To be honest, I don't think it's a big deal. After all, Joan of Arc led France to end the Hundred Years' War and was not very old when you were burned at the stake. It is understandable to have feelings for someone of the same type."

Fujimaru Tatsuka's words seemed to excuse Joan of Arc, and pulled Joan back up from the ice-cold heart.

"So let's say I..."

"That's why I can't figure it out!"

Eh?

Joan's words were interrupted again, and Fujimaru Tatsuka also changed her smiling face to become very serious.

"What I said just now was based on the girl Joan of Arc, but as a holy woman who performed the priesthood, she did such a thing in the Holy Grail War... That's why I don't understand, what made you forget your original intention ?”

Is it Yuichiro Higashiide?

Although Fujimaru Tachika wanted to add a sentence, it was obviously inappropriate.

"No, it's not like that!"

Joan wants to say that there is nothing between herself and Zieg, and her appearance as the sanctioner is just a response to the Holy Grail...

But looking back at that memory, it seems that he really leaned towards Zieg intentionally or unintentionally, and...

"What is that like? My lady saint?"

Fujimaru Tatsuka's words were like sharp knives that nailed Joan to the cross and couldn't move.

If she simply blamed the relationship between her and Chigurh, maybe Joan would not have such a reaction, but what Fujimaru Tatsuka denied was not just that relationship, but herself as a saint, as a sanctioner. .

"Because...that is an event related to the survival of mankind...that's why I..."

He spat out a few words intermittently, and the hand holding the apron couldn't help but let go.

Struggling seems to be useless...

Regarding Joan's answer, Fujimaru Tatsuka also nodded in agreement, after all, Amakusa's original wish was indeed not much different from Gaitia's.

This kind of explanation is also reasonable, should it be said that Zhen is fair?

"Well, if that's the case, then I won't embarrass you anymore. After all, you have your own future to choose, Joan of Arc."

Choose...the future?

Joan's pupils contracted sharply, and at the same time, Albion, who was listening to all this, almost knocked over the black tea in his hand.

Joan of Arc didn't know what future Fujimaru Tatsuka was talking about, and she couldn't understand what kind of future she wanted to choose.

Stick to the status quo?then what?

Joan didn't understand, didn't understand from the very beginning...

At this time, Albion kept recalling the conversation between Fujimaru Tatsuka and Joan of Arc just now, as if he could also bring in that conversation.

"Although it's been so long, you still remember her, don't you?"

"Albion, who is a fairy Britain, pursues the understanding of Aurora, but knowing that he has been betrayed, he still thinks about it. In this world without Aurora, he still fantasizes that Aurora can accept him."

"The future is invisible...so choose the future?"

Albion muttered to himself, looking at the starry night hanging on the wall, as if he was in that swamp again.

What I saw as a corpse, the incomparably shining aurora [Aurora] in my eyes.

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The forest, the swamp, the aurora, everything is the same as that day.

The beautiful person picked herself up from the corpse, expressing her concern with gentle words.

A name as beautiful as Aurora is engraved deep in the soul from the eyes.

"Aurora......"

"Ah, Meluzina, you still remember me~ that's great~"

Allowing the other party to touch his face, Albion's eyes were full of unrealistic brilliance.

Obviously it should be a fantasy, but this feeling is incomparably real, why?

Albion didn't know that what the beating heart in his chest brought was the joy of meeting Aurora...?

"Ah, Meluzina, even with such a sad expression on your face, you are still so cute, and you really want me to play you badly."

Aurora's words reminded Albion of something that was still in Fairy Britain.

"why......"

Albion muttered to himself, and Aurora, who was playing with Melyuzina's hair, was taken aback for a moment and then smiled.

"Because Meluzina, you are very cute. Let such a cute Meluzina show a look of being spoiled, it must be even cuter?"

Aurora's words pierced Albion's heart like a sharp knife. In fact, he knew the truth a long time ago, but he was always unwilling to face it.

"..."

Being picked up from the quagmire by the other party, the line of sight changed.

The originally dark forest became bright, and Albion understood that this was Aurora's room, which belonged to her palace.