Artoria wants to read people's hearts

So subconsciously, Artoria's expression also became serious.

It looks like... this is the headquarters of the Demon Slayer Squad.

She followed Butterfly Ninja and watched her chat with the young man guarding the gate.

After that, the young man looked at Artoria for a while, then nodded and pushed open the closed door.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door was slowly pushed open.

Under the leadership of Butterfly Shinobi, Arturia stepped across the threshold of the Demon Slayer Squad.

The spring breeze lingered and came to this somewhat unique courtyard, and in the boundless coldness, delivered a trace of spring to the grass in the gaps.

When the last ray of light disappeared from the earth, she finally met the actual leader of the Ghost Killing Squad.

It was a very thin black-haired young man, dressed in a white kimono and sitting there kneeling, just looking at it, he felt that a gust of wind seemed to be able to blow him down.

But there was a lingering rotten aura about him.

what is that?

As soon as the doubts in Artoria's heart arose, she saw the young man turn his head to face her.

So in an instant, she knew the reason for the breath.

From the forehead to the bottom, the hideous lavender scar continued to his eyes, making his pupils pale.

After careful observation, it is not difficult to find that the other party's eyes are dull and dim, and it can be seen that he has long since lost sight of anything.

However, it was such a young man who seemed to be dying, but when Die Ren saw it, he quickly stepped forward, then knelt down on one knee, and bowed his head respectfully.

"Lord."

The voice is still gentle, but the respect overflowing from the tone cannot deceive anyone.

"The one behind me is Miss Artoria Pendragon. Following your order, I have already brought her here."

As early as the beginning, Butterfly Ninja asked his crow to bring a letter to the lord.

In the letter, she mentioned the evening wind in the countryside, and also mentioned that the blond girl held a magical sword and beheaded Xia Xiansi in the Twelve Ghost Moons by herself.

At the end of the letter, Butterfly Shinobi expressed his thoughts:

[I saw a new possibility in her, so I invited her to join Ghost Slayer. ]

time flies.

While waiting, after about two days, the crow brought back the lord's reply.

"Ah, ah, ah—"

If you don't see the bird, you can hear its sound.

The sound made by the black crow is really ugly, and I don't know why the Ghost Killing Squad trains this bird to act as a messenger.

When the red-eyed and black-feathered crow flew in from a distance, and stared at the girl for a while, he directly spoke the order from afar in front of Artoria.

"Ah——." The bird called out first, "—Butterfly Shinobu, lead Miss Pendragon to the headquarters, and I will meet and talk with her in person."

"???"

Butterfly Ren was a little surprised when he heard this sentence.

She blinked, and involuntarily exchanged glances with Artoria next to her.

Given that the two had just gotten along for a short time, the risk of taking the blond girl back to the headquarters of the Ghost Killing Squad was a bit high.

Originally, she was only thinking of recommending a trainer to Artoria, but as for meeting the lord......

Butterfly Ninja thought about saying it before, and waited for a period of time to know the details of Pendragon before mentioning it.

But since the lord's orders have been issued, as a subordinate, he only needs to obey now.

As for Arturia, the other party's behavior was so frank that she did not expect it.

I thought I would be under investigation for a while.

but......

Looking at the confused black-haired girl in front of her, she couldn't help but chuckled softly.

Frank and frank, open and aboveboard.

Although it was a bit risky, Artoria couldn't help but feel good about this kind of boldness.

Since the leader of the other party dared to invite him, why should he be afraid?

So she readily accepted the invitation.

"Miss Butterfly—" She turned her head to look at the other party, the smile in her eyes was like the fragrance of flowers and plants at dusk, "—the journey is far away, please lead the way ahead."

Under the hazy moon, in the corridor and quiet courtyard.

It wasn't because Qing Pan broke the silence that he could hear the sound of falling flowers.

In the dark, light up the lights.

The dark-haired young man and the blond-haired girl sat opposite each other.

And the flowers cultivated in the courtyard bloom in silence without knowing it.

"My name is Yoya Ubayashiki, and as you can see, I am the current leader of the Demon Slayer Squad."

He coughed lightly, then smiled weakly at Artoria, "I'm sorry, my health is not very good, and this appearance may have scared you, right?"

Scared?

how can that be possible.

The appearance of the young man was indeed terrifying, but why would Artoria care about that.

So she shook her head slightly and said, "I'm not intimidated."

The figure of Yoya Ubuyashiki was reflected in the eyes as clear as a lake.

"A person's appearance is just an appearance. Shouldn't the most important thing in getting along with people be moral character?"

She expressed her opinion with a serious and serious attitude.

"We must know that the beauty of appearance can only please temporarily, but the beauty of heart can last forever."

"So——" Artoria paused, and raised a smile as bright as the sun in the dark night, "—I think that you, as the leader of the ghost slaying team, have the most beautiful and gentle heart in the world. "

"How could I be scared when I get along with someone like you?"

The wisteria flowers fell on the pond and under the flower stand.

In the courtyard, only the rustling of the leaves could be heard in the breeze.

The words spoken by the blond girl made the young man let go of the last worry in his heart.

Ubuyashiki Yoya couldn't help but want to laugh out loud, but what finally overflowed his mouth was a violent cough.

"Cough, cough—"

The wide sleeves covered his mouth to prevent his gaffe.

The next second, the paper door on the other side of the room was pushed open, and a woman with white hair appeared there, looking at the young man with worried eyes.

"No, don't worry..." He waved his hands with a pale face, even if he couldn't see him, he could still judge the location of the woman based on the voice, "...I have nothing to do, just now The mood swings are a bit big."

After hearing these words, although the worry on the woman's face did not fade away, she also stopped her steps to move forward.

Sighing helplessly, she said softly, "Anyway, please pay more attention to your body."

That concern made Miyashiki Yoya's pale face smile again.

"Well, I'll pay attention."

The conversation between the two was as close as usual.

The woman whispered a few more words, then turned around and smiled apologetically at Artoria, then nodded slightly, took a step back and closed the paper door.

Where did she come from, where did she go.

"I made you laugh." The young man explained in Artoria's direction, "That's my wife, because my body is really worrying, so she has been waiting in the next room."

I see.......

Nodding her head, a smile appeared in Artoria's eyes.

"You have a very good wife."

Fragile warmth, gentle like sunshine, her smiling face.

"Thank you, this reminds me of some good old times."

The black-haired and blue-eyed girl named Guinevere is the treasure that belongs to her Artoria, and the only love in her life.

At the same time, she is the best wife in the world.

Although he didn't quite understand what the girl was talking about, Yoya Ubuyashiki could feel the warm breath from her body.

This sentiment must not be wrong.

So he raised the corners of his lips and expressed his thanks to Artoria.

"Thank you for your praise. Tianyin will be very happy if she knows."

Tianyin is the name of his wife, who married him when he was 17 and bore him five children.

Obstetrician Shiki Yoya has been bound by illness since he was a child, and he is destined to die in his 20s, that is to say, the woman who marries him will spend her whole life alone......

May I ask which blooming girl would be willing to marry such a person who has no future at all?

But Tianyin didn't complain.

Internally, she worked hard on her broken body, and externally, she managed the economy and logistics of the entire Ghost Killing Squad.

Everything is just as Artoria said just now:

—He has a wonderful wife.

The two chatted for a while, before turning the topic to the man-eating monster.

"I really don't understand."

The girl with long blond hair and green eyes was puzzled.

"Where do ghosts come from?"

"I actually heard some information from Shinobu before." She knelt upright in front of the desk, telling what she knew, "Ghosts cannibalize people, but they themselves are changed by people. "

"Then—" Artoria asked her own doubts, "—to search for the past, at the beginning of this world, why did the first ghost appear?"

She really wants to know the truth.

Because creatures like ghosts don't look like a species that can be produced naturally at all.

So is it reasonable to guess that a certain person more than 1000 years ago miraculously achieved some kind of strange biological transformation under some coincidence?

After all, this kind of thing is not impossible.

"........."

The blond girl's question caused Yoya Miyashiki to be silent for a moment.

A candlelight, a scene of night.

The youth's thoughts were brought back more than 1000 years ago.

It's not that I have seen it with my own eyes, but I have been exposed to it since I was a child.

The girl wants to know the truth, and the young man has no intention of hiding it.

After all, everyone who should know about this kind of thing knows it, so it's not really a secret.

"...That was a thousand years ago."

Sighing lightly, he opened his lips and began to tell the story of the past.

"More than 1000 years ago, a baby boy was born in an aristocratic family in the Heian period. This child was weak and sickly since childhood. Even though the family did not give up on his treatment, countless doctors still asserted that he would not live to be 20 years old... …”

The night outside the house was hazy, and the moonlight shone on the ground, shining slightly.

The young man's voice was light and shallow, as if mixed with the spring breeze.