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The sun sank to the west of the cliff.

Then, it rose from the east side of the cliff.

The fireball repeats this movement day after day, and never knows that he is tired, nor will he lose his promise.

Was it timed by some kind of magic?

Or is there a certain responsibility to make it take action day after day?

The golden autumn of October is gradually replaced by white and depression.

In that small garden in Toran, even the bright flowers bloom in autumn, they all withered under the cold wind of winter.

The small pot of white chrysanthemum also lost all its petals because of the cold, drooped its head, and ended the last moment of life.

Toran looked at Xiao Baiju, and a little sadness appeared on his face.

He held Bai Ju's body and gently put it into the pit dug in advance. After another life passed, a few tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes and dripped...

Is this demon... made of water?

Once upon a time, such doubts arose in the idiot's heart.

Because whether it is the covenant or the sword intent of the fourth sword, the demons depicted in it are too different from Toran. He has too many tears. He has too much care and love for other things...

"Your Majesty, Lord Toran...what is wrong?"

Although Tolan has been acting very ordinary for more than half a month and nothing unusual. However, no matter how much he conceals his acting skills, of course, it is impossible to hide from the careful eyes of Mili, who is as careful as a child.

Mili walked to the idiot sitting in a wheelchair and asked softly. But what the idiot answered her was the silence as before.

Since she couldn't ask, Mili obediently stopped asking. She returned to the room and cleaned the past. But Xiaobian looked at the idiot, then looked at Tolan, who was burying flowers below, tilted her head and thought about it, and climbed down the rope ladder.

"Silly~~~!"

The bread was laughing.

In this snowy white world, her smile may be even more dazzling than the weak sun.

Toran buried the chrysanthemums, and saw the bread calling outside his garden, and immediately recovered his smile. He quickly patted his pants, walked forward, opened the door woven from the branches of the Toran tree, and welcomed the small bread in.

"Little master, it's getting cold outside now, you have to wear more clothes~~~"

Toran pulled the bread into his "home" - a shed woven from branches. In the space where people could only lie down, there was only some hay as a bed. All the toiletries were placed next to the haystack. After Toran pulled the bread in, the shed was filled.

After placing the bread in the shed, Toran walked out and set up a fire in an empty place in the garden, burning water. When the water boiled, he poured out a glass of water, walked into the shed, and handed it back to the small bread.

"Drink, little master. Warm your body."

"Ahhhhhh!"

Xiaobian responded, hugged the water cup and blew it. But because the water was too hot, she could only hold the cup and blush and keep blowing.

"Haha, little master, why don't you use magic?"

“Woo???”

Xiaobian tilted his head, revealing a look of confusion. Tolan said "ah" and said again: "No, I was wrong. It was the stalking force."

"Silly beep~~~~!"

After receiving the reminder, Xiaobread immediately stretched out her left hand. After a moment, a few snowflakes gathered in her palm. After throwing the snowflakes into the cup, Xiaobread immediately raised her head and took a sip. She took a breath, and a warm red appeared on her face.

"That's great."

Toran smiled, poured a glass himself, sat into the shed, and drank slowly.

At this time, winter snowflakes fell from the sky again.

Through the gaps in the shed, you can see the white elves outside dancing in the air, bringing the breath of winter.

Xiaobread shivered, wrapped her clothes tighter, raised her head and took another sip of water. After thinking about it, she took out a sign from behind and raised it.

"Why don't my brother live with Baba? It's so cold here."

Toran smiled gently, drank water, and looked at the snowy scene outside.

"Hey~~~Why? Brother, is it good to live with Baba? You can ask the tree to make another room for bread. In this way, you don't have to get frozen here."

The sign is held in an extremely limited space.

But Toran never answered positively. After the water in Xiaobian's hand cooled down, he walked out of the shed with the bread, crossed the grass covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, and came to the Duran tree. He held the bread and jumped onto the platform, put the bread in front of the idiot, bowed, and jumped again.

(Haha, then again, our Death Knight is really not a competent bodyguard~~~~)

The chains separated, revealing the red pupils in it. The eye stared at the idiot's face with ridicule and sarcasm, and continued-

(As a personal bodyguard when your body is not suitable, he actually lives so far. If something happens, how can he arrive in time? Haha, in the face of real danger, even if it is 0:1 second late, it may directly lead to the worst outcome~~~)

(As for why...hehe, do you know? Why?)

The snow falls slowly.

Falling on his black hair.

Black and white complement each other. Although the colors are different, they are the same cold and have no emotions.

Why?

If those snows will remain silent in front of this question, then idiot might as well keep this answer silent...

It is an idiot's habit to not inquire about other people's private affairs. Since Tolan has his own thoughts, unless those thoughts will hinder the idiot, he will never interfere or disturb him.

Just like this snow, I left him a last secret garden. How about it?

The snow in December is slowly falling.

In the midst of tranquility and coldness, the year seems to be coming to an end again.

The cold air in the air makes ordinary people feel stiff. But for idiots, the colder the weather, the more flexible his control over his body appears. Gradually...

Swish.

In the white world, there has been a dark destruction that has not been unsheathed for nearly a year, and once again appeared in the darkness in a perfect long sword form. The scarlet pupils at the hilt of the sword were like breathing, stretching the sword body that had been forced to seal for a long time.

Well, it's very good. The strength is slowly recovering. Although there is still a distance between being fully recovered, the strength is only enough to hold a sword by yourself. But at least, this has proved that you have some self-protection ability, right?

The idiot looked at his right hand holding the sword and stood in the snowy forest.

After almost a minute, his right hand gradually became tired and exhausted due to holding the sword, and trembling, and then he let go of his hand and retracted Anmi back into his arm.

Looking at the right arm wrapped in chains, the idiot slowly raised his head and looked at the falling snowflakes. Slowly, he closed his eyes...

"Hahaha, come on!"

"Wait for me~~~!"

Outside the woods, facing the coming of the Holy Night Festival, laughter and joy have begun to spread. Thinking about it, this year will be over again in about 7 days.

Having said that, although I live in the Holy Greeting, I have never attended the Holy Night Festival held in the college every year.

However, this is also good. Avoid the crowd and choose places with fewer people. This is also responsible for your own safety...

"It seems that your injury has healed a lot."

The white breath slowly exhaled from the idiot's mouth.

The sound behind his head did not make him open his eyes immediately. He just breathed the cold air and tried hard to adjust his physical condition. After getting familiar with his body again, the idiot finally turned his head slowly and looked at the old man standing behind him.

Campa, the principal of the Royal Military Academy of Holy Grace.

Breathing turned into white mist in the cold air. The idiot stared at the old man in front of him, silent. The old man also stared at the boy and the chains on his right hand with his hands on his back.

There is no words. Only silence spreads among the woods...

Mili had long been tactful and hid in her small vine house, and Tolan was also hiding under her shed, holding her knees and listening to all the sounds outside.

Long-lasting...long-lasting.

I don’t know how much time has passed. For a moment, Toran even thought that a century has passed. Under the snow all over the sky, Principal Campa, whose hair and beard have been dyed white by the snow, finally spoke.

"C-level mission. Accept it, or not."

After the words came to an end, a task brief was delivered.

Instead of bowing his head, the idiot continued to look at Campa. He did not reach out to take it after the thick layer of snow was covered with the mission brief. Then, open it-

Mission difficulty:c

Mission Remuneration: 50 Sula

Completion time limit: before it cannot be completed

Mission goal: Eliminate the "jagged"

The task...is very simple.

Simple text, simple goals.

This makes everything look very simple.

The idiot put together the mission briefing, stared at Campa in front of him, and quietly waited for the detailed description of Campa's mission next.

Campa also knew that the idiot was waiting. He let out a breath of white breath, and after a moment of silence, he began to slowly tell the specific details of the task-

"'Jackal' is not a person, but a plan. You don't need to know what the plan describes, nor do you need to know. The only thing you have to do is to erase the plan."

"Now, this plan has disappeared from where it should be. According to reliable information, this plan has now fallen into the hands of people who should not hold it. This is the situation that the client is most reluctant to see. Your job is to take it back or destroy it."

The idiot looked at the task briefing in his hand again, glanced at the big C word. He was silent for a long time before he slowly opened his mouth...

"To what extent does it mean?"

"Total destruction." Campa said coldly, "whether from the plan itself or from its manifestation, any medium that can support its existence. All, destroy."

"That means...if the holder has read the plan..." The idiot raised his head, and his cold eyes revealed a biting chill.

Campa did not answer this "if". However, the cold snow should have expressed everything clearly...
Chapter completed!