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

"But the one I fought yesterday was a pure human."

"I'm afraid they created this special doll first, and then transferred their consciousness to it. If that's the case, then transferring their consciousness to the new doll shouldn't be too difficult."

As soon as these words were spoken, Youzhu and Qingzi suddenly felt as if they had suddenly realized something. They looked at each other and found that all the things they had experienced during this period of time were connected.

"I see. The Dead Apostle captured by Yuzu, the Dead Apostle puppet that attacked me, the vampire attack that bewitched us in the city, and the body made from Dead Apostles...it all matches up."

"That's terrifying, Miss Orange."

Youzhu also nodded with emotion. In her opinion, Orange's series of plans were very meticulous. Although there were still some incomprehensible aspects, there was no doubt that Orange was the mastermind.

(Orange: Have I done so many things?)

After coming to the conclusion, Qingzi suddenly collapsed on the sofa in frustration, completely exhausted.

"You clearly made up your mind to kill someone, one of your own family, and now you're telling me you only destroyed a puppet?"

"What? My determination to kill and abandon ordinary people is just a joke. I walked through the battlefield, but found that my hands are still clean. How ridiculous."

Aoko, whose determination was in vain, complained in dissatisfaction. The feeling of emptiness she felt was something the two people present could not understand.

But Aiwen clearly saw a smile on Qingzi's lips.

She was happy that she didn't kill anyone in the end, and she felt relieved that she didn't kill her blood-related sister with her own hands.

As for whether Orange would make a comeback, Qingzi was not worried at all. If she could defeat him once, she would definitely defeat him a second time. After all, she was a magician!

Maybe next time Orange comes, he'll have to face magic.

It was like a heavy shackle was released, and Qingzi's life became lighter again.

Aiwen could understand this lightness.

Life is a rare miracle. After the act of killing is completed, one will bear something. This burden will invisibly bend the common cognition of human beings and make oneself an alien.

Although Qingzi does not shy away from this matter, she does not like to be burdened with things that do not belong to her.

That's good, Aiwen thought to himself, and he stood up.

"It's getting late. Aozaki and Arizuma, you should rest. Fighting is tiring."

As he spoke, he walked naturally towards the entrance.

"Good night then. I'm leaving now."

"!"

Youzhu and Qingzi were suddenly startled. The events of last night and the worries of this morning flashed through their minds like slides. It must be said that the words just now gave them some bad thoughts.

"Youzhu, okay?"

"I agree."

The two looked at each other, confirmed each other's thoughts, and reached a consensus without having to talk.

"How could I possibly let you go back at night?"

Chapter 74: Morning Light at the Mansion

Having learned from the previous experience, Qingzi and Youzhu refused to let Aiwen walk back alone at night, for fear that he would be attacked again.

Even though they already knew a little about Aiwen's strength and knew it wouldn't be easy for her to get into trouble, their emotions couldn't be controlled by reason, and they didn't want to experience the fear again.

So, with the two of them pulling hard, Aiwen spent the night in Youzhu's mansion for the first time.

The room I live in is one of the many unused guest rooms. It has no special decoration, but it shows luxury in the details that no one notices.

Whether it is the solid wood floor, the fully covered simple and elegant wallpaper, the wooden windows that fit tightly and close silently, or the extremely comfortable and warm bed, they all exceed ordinary people's imagination.

To be honest, it was a world of difference compared to the hard bedding Aiwen had slept on before.

"It's better not to go out at night." Youzhu reminded him seriously after sending him to this room. "Because there are always police in the house, but if you avoid any strange phenomena, you will be fine."

At that time, Youzhu's serious and tense little face looked particularly cute.

"However, this request is of no use."

Lying on the single bed, Aiwen felt the pain all over his body becoming more and more obvious. He took a deep breath and lay still, as if he was sleeping forever.

He didn't open his eyes now, because even if he did, all he would see was a broken world.

The red shadow was too close, and the pain of death had paralyzed the body's senses, making it difficult to provide feedback.

The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception seemed to be excited by the strong breath of death. The death lines of all things in front of it were wriggling and gathering towards it.

It's disgusting. The overlapping and swaying scarlet lines of death can really make people dizzy, and there is always a faint black void in the center of the field of vision, which has become more conspicuous recently.

That is the "point" where there is nothing, the starting point and the end point of all things, the original reason that makes Aiwen feel familiar, and the end of the dead line is connected to it.

"Is it because of the previous battle with the White True Ancestor? What did I do back then that caused the world to fear even more?"

Aiwen had this feeling. Although his memory was a little discontinuous, the familiarity in his heart made him understand everything.

Maybe the day of farewell will come sooner.

……

The night faded away silently, the dawn of the morning came, and it was seven o'clock in the morning. The sleeping mansion was once again filled with lively noises.

The sound of fabric rubbing against each other, the sound of footsteps coming and going, the sound of water flowing when washing... everything demonstrates the vitality of life.

The only exception is Aiwen.

He has woken up, no, it would be more appropriate to say that he has started, because he has never been able to dream, just rest.

At exactly six o'clock, the darkness was still deep, but he had already opened his eyes.

Sit up, change clothes, and tidy up the bedding.

After finishing everything, Aiwen sat by the window, looking at the mountains and forests in the distance, without saying a word.

If it weren't for the faint breath he still managed, he would have seemed completely lifeless. Lifeless and lifeless, his silver hair rustling in the wind, like a figure who only lived in a painting.

Those blue devil eyes trembled from time to time, flashing with the light of devouring life.

"Boom boom boom!"

The sound of hurried but orderly footsteps coming from outside the door indicated that there was no urgent matter, but that the owner of the footsteps always looked full of energy.

"Hey, Aiwen, are you awake? I'm coming in."

As soon as she finished speaking, Aozaki Aoko pushed the door open and walked into the room with a smile on her face.

It's very rude, but it also shows that Qingzi really treats Aiwen as her own. The distance she feels towards outsiders and acquaintances is completely different.

"Wow, it's cold! What are you doing? Why are you opening the window so early in the morning in winter?"

Qingzi shuddered suddenly after entering the room, and a chill rising from the bottom of her heart made her complain out loud.

Looking up, I saw Aiwen sitting there in a daze by the window. She was as beautiful as an elf in the morning light, but she exuded a coldness that was harsher than the wind.

But Qingzi blinked, and the previous impression disappeared without a trace. Aiwen had already stood up and closed the window, looking over as usual.

Although it was cold, it was completely different from the dead silence she had just seen, so much so that Qingzi thought she was hallucinating because of the cold wind.

"Aozaki?"

"Now that you're awake, come out early. I thought you were the type who liked to stay in bed."

In order to cover up her discomfort, Aoko raised her voice and completely ignored basic etiquette towards guests.

"Come down quickly, Yuzhu has decided to make breakfast today, so we can't miss it."

Qingzi waved to Aiwen and smiled slyly.

"You know, although Youzhu is good at making Western dishes, she's rarely willing to cook. This time, she probably did it for your sake, so I'm kind of lucky."

"If you could cook more beads, maybe I would have a place to eat for lunch today."

"Will Youzhu agree?" Aiwen asked after thinking seriously.

Qingzi waved his hand carelessly, his expression full of confidence.

"Of course not. I'm just having a sweet dream. After all, although Youzhu looks like an elegant lady, she's actually quite lazy. It's impossible for her to make more meals."

"If she did, then I would suspect that there was something wrong with her ploy that caused her to change her gender."

——Then, before enjoying breakfast, Youzhu handed a packed lunch box to Aiwen.

"These are the extras. You can take them away for lunch. Remember to heat them up before eating, otherwise the cold oil will make the taste terrible."

"I kept you here last night on a whim. I heard Qingzi say you were the type to bring your own lunch, so it's not realistic to ask you to go home and cook now. This is a small compensation."

The cold tone could not conceal the friendly content. The girl carefully instructed on the details, and her care was obvious.

"Thank you." Aiwen looked at Qingzi in confusion and reached out to take the lunch box.

"Clang."

Qingzi stared blankly at the scene in front of her. The chopsticks in her hand slipped and the tip hit the plate, making an unwilling crisp sound.

"Why!"

She slammed the table and stood up, staring at the bizarre scene in front of her in amazement. Her preconceived impression of Youzhu seemed to have cracked into a huge rift.

I was stunned for a moment, with a thousand words piling up in my mouth, wanting to get them out.

"Ahh, cruel woman."

"Youzhu and I have been living together for over a year, but why have I never been treated this way?! We're being treated differently, right? This must be the legendary double standard!"

"Bento or something? Even if I begged you, you would only say something like 'bread will do'. Where is that cold and heartless witch?"

"Youzhu, are you really being replaced by Ploy?"

"Be quiet, Aoko. If you keep making noise, Robin will have your breakfast."

Youzhu looked at Qingzi with disdain for her rude behavior, and the blue robin that had been chirping beside the table suddenly flew straight to Qingzi's plate.

"Whoa, Robin, get out of here! Ah, that's my bacon!"

In an instant, chopsticks and bird claws collided in the air. In order to protect the delicious breakfast, Qingzi became a bird hunter, and the sound of collision was endless.

Youzhu drank the black tea silently and watched the show indifferently, with anger towards Qingzi for being too talkative in her eyes.

Aiwen quietly and quickly finished off his own share.

He had a premonition that if he didn't take action, Qingzi would shamelessly come and snatch his share.

The lively atmosphere radiates to the courtyard. In the cold winter, the dead branches outside the window make crisp sounds, but when you see the lively figures inside the mansion, you can feel a sense of warmth.

In this winter, warm days are rare but can be found everywhere.

"Then Yuzhu, we'll head out first."

After breakfast, Qingzi put on her coat and said goodbye to Youzhu at the door with Aiwen.

Aiwen and his friends' school has not yet ended, but Youzhu's school has already been on vacation, so their life trajectories will be staggered here.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Kuonji. I will visit again in the future."

Aiwen and Youzhu looked at each other and thanked him gently. Youzhu also said "hmm" calmly and waved her hand gently as a goodbye.

So, against the backdrop of the fresh snow, Youzhu watched the two of them leave, and could faintly hear Qingzi's carefree questions.

"So, Aiwen, where do you usually live? You've been a guest at Yuzhu and I's place, so you should let us visit yours too, right? After all, we're all magicians, so a deeper understanding would make it easier to fight together if an enemy invades in the future."

"Well, you can come as a guest, but the place I live in is very simple."

"It's okay, it's okay. I don't live here anyway. I just want to take a look and satisfy my curiosity."