Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

Until finally, the short staff turned into a black, restraining beam of light, completely losing its original appearance.

"Its name is the Gray Staff, but I like to call it the Sword of Separation. It's a magic gift left by my teacher."

Aiwen waved it with nostalgia, and the space along the path of the gray stick was slowly undulating like ripples on the water.

I don’t know if it’s Youzhu’s illusion, but since taking out this concept dress, Aiwen has become much more active.

"Don't worry, I'll get Aozaki out of those tortures, it won't be long."

Aiwen waved to Youzhu and came to Qingzi's bedside.

Behind him, Youzhu opened her beautiful black eyes wide and kept repeating the waving action in her mind.

It was the first time Youzhu saw Aiwen in this style. Unlike his usual indifferent self, Aiwen was now much more relaxed, with a refreshing feeling.

"I hope you get better soon and cheer up, Aozaki."

A light-hearted blessing, followed by a swung beam of light, and Aiwen slashed at Qingzi on the bed with a sword.

"!" Youzhu subconsciously took a step forward, but she soon discovered that Qingzi was unharmed, and she began to feel nauseous and want to vomit.

Aiwen was clearly just performing a simple, skill-free chopping move, but the moment Zhuguang saw it, he felt dizzy.

In a daze, she felt the gathering of great power.

Cracks appeared in reality and holes were dug in the wall of laws. This was an irresistible atrocity. Even if the planet quickly repaired the problem, the purpose of the instigator had been achieved.

"What happened?" Youzhu asked uncomfortably, holding his head.

"Nothing much, I just made the boundaries between curses, Dead Apostle-related items, and Aozaki clearer, and by the way, blurred the boundaries between the quilt and them."

After saying that, he picked up the quilt on the bed and threw it directly on the ground, revealing Qingzi wrapped in bandages under the quilt, looking like a large doll.

"Youzhu, you watch over Qingzi. I'll go find a nun from the church to purify this quilt."

After saying that, Aiwen kicked the quilt on the ground, turned around and left, while Youzhu curiously lifted the quilt to take a look.

"Well!"

She regretted going to see it.

Chapter 33: A Short Dream

When Aiwen arrived at Goda Church, the sun was shining brightly. By the time he had treated Qingzi's injuries, the sunset had already arrived early.

The winter sun and the summer sun are two completely different things.

In summer, people avoid it and reject it; in winter, people pursue it contrary to their usual behavior.

It is winter now, and the sunset is no longer as hot as in summer. Even if you bathe in the sun, you can't feel any warmth.

But the magnificent colors and golden scenery are still touching. There is no more gorgeous ending than this.

The orange light was scattered on people's shoulders, shattered with the interweaving of figures, and scattered between the buildings. Aiwen and Jiuyuan Temple Youzhu rode the sunlight and strolled on the sparsely populated path.

It was not yet the time for the city to end work, and there were almost only the two of them on the path. The subtle sound of their shoes rubbing against the ground was also pleasant.

There was no noise, no staring eyes, and no conversation. Two weirdos far away from the city enjoyed a moment of unique silence, immersed in their own thoughts.

Aiwen seemed to have released all the energy he had accumulated in his daily life. He wandered around various parks, streets and the backs of tall buildings with great interest, remembering everything he saw in his mind.

This is not right, thought Youzhu who was following behind him.

The two people from the church, with whom he had only met twice, might not have noticed, but to Youzhu, it was too obvious to ignore.

Youzhu silently covered the corners of her mouth with her hands, narrowed her eyes, and fixed her gaze on the beautiful figure walking in front of her.

Perhaps his gaze was too obvious. When passing an overpass, Aiwen stopped sightseeing and turned to look at the people around him.

"I'm planning on taking a break. Youzhu, do you want to join me?"

"Yes, there are beads?" Facing the beautiful person with a smile in front of her, the witch's words were a little hesitant.

"You actually prefer being called by your name, Arizuma. You've never really cared about Japanese rules."

"Well, I prefer the name my mother left me to my last name, so it's okay to call me by that name."

"I think Jiuyuan Temple sounds good too. It gives the impression of an ancient temple in the distant mountains. But it doesn't really suit you, Youzhu."

After saying this with a smile, Aiwen did not speak again. He supported his body on one leg, with the other toe pointed, leaning casually on the railing, staring intently at the orange-red city in front of him.

The cold wind made people shiver, but the atmosphere around them was silent yet warm, just like the sun that had sunk halfway into the horizon.

The witch quietly stepped forward and stood side by side with Aiwen. She didn't understand what was so special about the scene before her.

Not as good as my own mansion.

"Why did your personality change? Is it because of that magic costume? Is it the price or something like that?"

Youzhu suddenly asked, her eyes reflecting her favorite scenery. She was a lonely and wandering person like herself who was out of tune with the city.

"It's not a price, but a prerequisite." Aiwen played with the ash stick in his hand, his eyebrows curved. "No, it's not even a prerequisite. It's just a whim."

"Dual personality?" Youzhu confirmed, but her guess was directly denied by Aiwen.

"No, no dual personality or anything like that." He waved his hand. "I've always been just one person. Now, instead of having a dual personality, it's better to say I'm the whole me."

"The me who used to patrol the night with you and the me who is chatting and laughing with you now are only one memory apart."

"After the teacher left, this was the first time I touched the seal, and I suddenly had the urge to remove the restrictions. That's roughly how it happened."

"It's just a coincidence."

"Amnesia..." Youzhu muttered. She had never encountered such a thing, so she could not deeply understand Aiwen's words.

"You understand correctly. The existence of a person is determined by three factors. Do you understand this?"

Aiwen pointed at himself.

"Soul, body, and spirit: the magic world's fundamental definition of human beings, and essential knowledge points in ergonomics."

Although Kuonji Yuzu is not good at doll making, she still has some basic understanding.

"Indeed, only beings that possess all three elements can be encompassed by human concepts."

Aiwen waved his gray stick, as if he was enthusiastically playing the role of the teacher in his memory, and a glint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"The soul is the foundation, the body carries the soul and adapts to it, and the spirit constitutes the personality."

"The body is of the least importance. The profoundness of the soul has not yet been fully explored. The activeness of the spirit is the outward manifestation of a person."

As he spoke, Aiwen took out a Walkman from his waist bag and shook it at Youzhu. He planned to use this as an example.

"The soul is the music in the Walkman, the body is the material it's made of, and the spirit is the design of the Walkman."

"As long as the music and appearance can be passed down, a person cannot be considered dead, so the body has the lowest status. However, if any of the three is separated, music cannot be played."

Looking at Aiwen who was fiddling with his Walkman and talking freely, Youzhu found that it was the first time she saw the real breath of life in him.

Open the box that holds the tape, then close it again. A slight "click" sound is heard at the connection, and the internal mechanism starts up under the force of your fingers. The gears engage with each other, ready to transmit energy at any time.

Aiwen likes this series of processes, which is simply another form of magic.

At this time, the sun has already sunk below the horizon, the street lights are on, and the artificial light dispels the evil of the night. On the street below, the traffic is gradually congested, and the sounds of brakes, horns, and human conversations come one after another, forming the appearance of civilization.

Kuonji Yuzu rejected all of this and tried hard to maintain her dignity and demeanor as a witch, but Aiwen saw her curiosity about the urban scenery, which she herself had not noticed.

The witch's appearance is just a guideline. Inside, Arizu Kuonji is still a little girl who is curious about the world.

Aiwen stretched out his hand, as if intending to grasp the outline of the city, or as if wanting to feel the cold wind blowing from nature. These were all long-lost realities for him.

Memory is just memory. It allows people to receive information, but if they don’t experience it personally, their understanding will always be biased.

Night falls, the sun waits for the next day's rotation, and the short time seems to be coming to an end.

Aiwen didn't feel reluctant at all, because the "he" in her daily life was also herself.

Can we consider ourselves the same person at different ages? This question remains unanswered in the philosophical community.

But Aiwen himself has no extra worries, and his existence framework will not change because of this. No one in this world can change it.

But in the very end, there was still something he wanted to try.

The conversation just now made him confirm the existence of the pearl, rather than relying solely on the impression in his memory. The long-term lack of interaction between time and space can easily make people fall into confusion.

So, I want to touch, I want to use the most primitive action to clarify the reality that I have experienced but not experienced.

"There are beads."

He looked at the witch beside him who was worthy of being called that, and felt from the bottom of his heart that it was a joyful thing to meet a friend with whom he could get along freely.

He had never thought about this. After all, he could not be found in the past or the future. There was only the brief present, the only leisure time, and only a fragment of time of just over a month.

He is not easy to get along with because of his incomplete memory and his evaluation standards are very high. It is indeed a rare blessing to meet friends that one approves of under such circumstances.

"Finally, would you like to shake hands?"

Chapter 34: The Enemy and Us

At night, the lights of Hetian Church are turned on. Through the tall and solemn glass windows, one can see the solemnity of the interior decorations, which perfectly match the description of the doctrine.

Churches that used to light candles to worship God have now kept up with the times and become accustomed to the convenience of technology.

Kuonji Yuzu returned here alone, with a very faint blush on her face and a vibrant atmosphere surrounding her, which was in sharp contrast to the impression she had given in the past.

Fortunately, people who were not very familiar with her did not notice this, so the witch could still retain a bit of dignity.

The two people from the church were obviously not among the familiar ones.

"Has that young man left?" Sister Weijia asked. She was actually very curious about Aiwen.

"Let's go." Youzhu looked at Sister Weijia coldly, left with only a few words, and quickly left.

But even so, Sister Weijia was surprised. Normally, Youzhu would not answer such an obvious question.

After learning that Aiwen had left, Father Yongli felt much more relaxed than the nun. He even felt that he could breathe more vigorously.

"I couldn't find the right moment to cut, and I felt as powerless as a fish on the chopping board."

Father Yongli whispered.

Although he is a pervert who likes to kill others with a knife, he doesn't want to seek his own death.

"What a shame! It seems I should curb my desire to attack Aoko and Kuonji, or they'll be eliminated."

Touching the dozen or so sharp blades hidden in the cloak, Wen Bingyongli sighed and thought that although he had no chance of killing the fairy tale witch, desire was something that could not be suppressed.

Youzhu had no intention of taking care of the trivial matters behind her. She went straight to the ward and looked after her roommate who was still in a coma, but she couldn't stop thinking about the time just now.

She stretched out her right hand, and the feeling of holding hands seemed to still remain on her hand. At that time, Youzhu felt like she was holding a soft cloud.

"Friends..."

The whisper, so faint that no one could hear it, dissipated in the ward. The moonlight shone through the glass onto the girl's face, illuminating her faint smile.

That smile is brighter than the moonlight.

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On the other side, on a hill far away from Goda Church, in an old school building that no one visited, the orange-haired magician was worried about the failure of his plan.

"While the plan's failure isn't surprising, they probably don't have a way to break the chain."

Aozaki Touko smoked a ladies' cigarette and vented her frustration.

Yes, it was her own sister who beat Aoko into that doll, and that doll was one of her greatest masterpieces.

"Is that the unknown magician? Tsk, her danger level should be raised a few notches."

There is no doubt that Orange was even more wary of the figure he had only caught a glimpse of, to the point where he turned pale at the mere mention of it.

You have to know that Orange herself is a puppeteer, and her fighting power cannot exceed that of the strongest puppet made for combat purposes, unless external forces that do not belong to her are taken into account.