Blocking the thrust from the old woman and fighting fist to punch, he has never been as serious as he is today since he was injured and took a back seat.

The secretary who used to be named Qingchuan thought this way. The lame leg was strengthened with magic. No matter how painful a step was, he regarded it as nothing. The woman in front of him was once a peer he loved deeply, and they had the experience of studying together in a high tower.

It is his most beautiful memory.

It's a pity that those are memories. He came from a poor family, and it was his northernist predecessors who recommended him to the tower.

And she was born into a noble family and was a high-ranking being in the Seven Halls and Thirteen Departments. She was destined to marry someone of the same kind. Her husband would have a decent job and a decent status, and her children would also be nobles. All of this was true.

It proved that she would not live a precarious life with a poor boy.

He took a step forward, drew his sword, and used force to deflect the slash from the old woman in front of him, and at the same time he took a step back.

Use the sword as a weapon and keep a sufficient distance.

Qingchuan was once worried that the young man did not want to see his lover leave, let alone hear the news of her marriage, so after learning about Northernism, he chose to become a Northernist.

Killing people is a craft. Some people let their youth live in a pool of blood for a great cause. Some people let their people live in the night for revenge. But Qingchuan... just wants to be a man walking in the night.

Monsters are born in the night, live in the night, and will surely die in the night.

This was enough. At that time, the young man who felt that life had no fun anymore chose to be with death.

So, from that day on, a ghost lived in New Kyoto, accompanying himself with blood all day long.

Qingchuan's youth was spent in the pool of blood of his assassination target, in the pain of his friend's death, and even more in the judgment of himself.

Until that night, after assassinating the target, he found that his bodyguard of the same age stood up stubbornly again.

Is it because the power of the high-frequency power sword is not enough, or is he carrying a treasure armor... In short, it was a night of fighting for his life. I have never fought with a similar person who has such a strong desire to survive.

I cut him down again and again, but he stood up again and again.

The old woman in front of him gritted his teeth and launched another attack, but she used old moves. Qingchuan just took a step back, and then blocked her change of moves with his sword. Using old stabs would only make him die without a burial place.

But Qingchuan hasn't taken action yet.

In the end, he cut off his head, and his leg was injured by the dying man, so he had to rest for several days.

Until I read the news in the newspaper that the second son of Director Yagyu of the Seventh Hall and Thirteenth Department died that night. He had a fiancée who is now a widow... and also a beauty.

is her.

This world is so cruel. He loved her and was even willing to live in a pool of blood for her just to die.

But in the end, he personally destroyed her happiness.

Only then did Qingchuan understand what his mentor said.

·As a human being, I see that you have no righteousness in your heart. I see a poor guy who is evading responsibility.

Yes, I don’t have any northernist ideals in my heart, but only the most disgusting love.

And on the second night, a little traffic officer died in his arms. What was that girl's name... Ah, by the way, Yukiori.

She was a good girl. At the moment she was dying, she asked him, Mr. Qingchuan, will the four islands where everyone can have enough to eat appear in our eyes?

From that moment on, Qingchuan, who wanted to die, died, and what came to life was a ruthless northernist warrior, a murderer who took lives in the streets, and who swore in front of his friend's grave to wipe out the nobles and royal families of the four islands.

The Avengers are also lonely passers-by in this cold and lonely world who do not deserve any more love.

Holding the slashing sword again, Qingchuan pushed away the peers in front of him: "Is this your hatred? Ba, it's ridiculous. You have spent forty-two years of your life for him, but you kill your enemies when you see them.

Even if he loses his strength, won’t he?”

He was laughing, laughing very heartily.

"Shut up!" She gritted her teeth, the hatred in her eyes was very deep, and she swung her sword to strike again.

Use your good leg as a fulcrum to get out of the way of the sword, and at the same time hold the sword in both hands and stab hard.

Everything was over, the lightsaber sank into her heart, and she could no longer hold the sword in her hand. As Qingchuan removed her psychic energy, she finally fell to the ground.

She is dead.

Qingchuan, who was lame and stooped, walked to the small bag she put at the door. If there was something in it, that was fine, at least she didn't have to see the hateful bomb explode.

Unfortunately, there is only one voice recorder in the small bag.

Qingchuan limped back to his wheelchair and pressed the play button.

·Ba, do you still remember his appearance?

·Don’t remember? Yes, I haven’t seen them for almost half a century. Whether it’s Qingchuan or Yagyu, they are either living in my memory or in the photos in my hand. They are

I was so young and my smile was so charming.

· Regarding the marriage arranged by my father, I have no regrets. Yagyu-kun is a very good young man. Even at that time, he was a rare good person among the nobles. Such good people are rare. It is a pity that he

Died at the hands of another good man...

·This damn world, why can the people of the four islands only kill each other, why are the nobles and the royal party at odds with northernism...

A long sigh came from the recording, and Qingchuan leaned back on the chair, unable to take another look at the old woman lying on the ground.

·Because the mentor said that after the nobles of the Four Islands have reached this point, taking a step back will be hell. They can only continue to move forward. They will only continue to move forward, crushing everything in front of them, or... encountering something.

Things that are harder than them will be shattered into pieces.

·So, here I am, Qingchuan. I consider myself inferior to you. Whether in the tower or in front of Yagyu's mourning hall, I can't defeat you.

·I have been exercising myself until...two months ago, I was confirmed by the doctor to have cancer...I am going to die, Qingchuan, my life has come to an end.

·I thought about it for a long time, and finally I chose to fight for Yagyu-kun one more time before I die. After all, I am his wife and his widow. I can't betray him... just like I can't betray my identity, I'm just a poor person.

Bug, but I have the right to choose to die...

·It's really a pity, why am I a noble, why do I have a mission that needs me to complete, why... I obviously wanted to but couldn't respond to him on that autumn afternoon in the high tower.

·You will build a brand new four islands where there will be no difference in status, a new four islands where people who love each other can hug each other tightly and never be separated...Rishi Qingchuan, you said what I said

Is it right……

The secretary seemed to have aged ten years at this moment. He lowered his head, held his hands, and let out an inhuman howl.

Outside the window, a huge mushroom cloud is rising.

(End of chapter)


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