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The moment the person appeared, first there was tiredness and eyes. The bright red eyes, momentarily but revealed from under the deep hood, were undoubtedly the first to look toward tiredness.

(from that woman...... I feel it clearly)

Tired was shaking slightly. Remainder incense of your head's soul, which I felt the other day from the right-guard work. That's more perceptible than a darker, black-coated woman. The source is definitely this woman. That's just the story that stuck to the right guard piece.

(No way, that woman reincarnated your head...? No......)

I almost thought so for a moment, but I immediately deny it. Something is different. I'm sure I have ties to your head, but I have a distinctly different discomfort from him.

"Though I thought more hand work would be put into stopping Mr. Right Guard's conspiracy this time, an amazing girl came inside."

It is obvious who the words of the woman in black who turned behind the right guard work are referring to. Even now, her consciousness is poured primarily into her tiredness.

Not directly, but she already knows about the rash when she sees it in a mirror magic prop that mirrors the distance. But it was the first time that his mouth had been uttered in such a way as to behold.

"That's my master."

The right guard works are also aware of the tiredness and will match the woman in black.

"Hmm, I see. The remnants of Seoul on Mr. Right Guard came from him."

That's what the woman in black says and leaves the hood behind, revealing her face. The look of beauty and cuteness is more of a girl's than a woman's. Brown hair cut short enough not even on the shoulder. Clear white skin. And red eyes with mystery and demons. He has such an impressive appearance that he is unlikely to be forgotten at first sight.

"Have they noticed? That girl... I don't care what the Jesuits said about witches..."

Kurosai pointed to his daughter with red eyes and whispered in her tired ears.

"Yep... that woman is so much more dangerous than the right guard piece...... With more mighty power…"

"If you look only at the eyes and God, you can't even see the Inhuman Daughter, but you can feel close to us."

Indeed, Kurosai was right, his daughter's face looked like a Japanese, not an Inhuman.

"I've told you many times, I don't know what kind of fringe you have, but you don't need my master."

Right-guard piece to press on the red-eyed girl. Don't let them take away your long-awaited prey.

"Well, master. You know what I mean."

Look at the tired. The right guard smiles. Try out of the tiredness of knowing what that smile means, I feel nothing but harshness and contempt, but I am nevertheless going to do what my apprentice wants to do to some extent. Until the point where we come to a one-on-one teacher confrontation.

"Everyone... please refrain from handouts..."

"I know. But when you're disadvantaged, you won't be able to cover it, so that's all you know."

"Not a single thing in case... it doesn't"

To the words of Kurosai, Tired says back quietly.

"Look, we have plenty of other people to keep you from getting bored."

Shortly after the right guard says it, one after the other the transmission stuffs boil from the shadow of the cross.

"We will surround the three sides in a way that protects Lord Grass Dew, Lord Ayane and Chiyo."

"And if this number comes all the way from the front, isn't the burden on Lord Starling Charcoal a lot?"

Kashishiro speaks differently to Kurosai's instructions.

"If it's a premise to fight with a sword, we can still cover it from the side if it's a technique. Or you can't protect me with surgery."

"The art of the awkward is dominated by the manufacture of demons... if you ask me one way or the other, it's for the proximity."

To the joking darksai, Kashiro called the haunted cat by throwing his balls on the ground with a bitter smile.

"In that case, Ayane and I are in charge of the long range, Grass Dew is in charge of the proximity... I see, you should replace Grass Dew with me"

Dark Sai backwards, with his head on.

While the four solidify, the tired one moves uncrafted toward those with the right guard work.

"The painting material that I want - in the finished form of beauty… exactly…. Master, your Lord is the one. Look, I gave up on you, but I don't know what's gonna happen in my life."

In its tiredness, the right-guard works intertwine his gaze as if he were a full body, telling his thoughts. Tired of not being willing to hide his lowest paranoia at the earliest.

"Shiro filled my heart quite a bit, too, but it's not enough. Shiro is not as beautiful as his teacher. I cannot satisfy the hunger of my soul. Look at this."

When the right guard works a short spell, several paintings appear around him. Dozens of Nanban paintings, all of which depicted tiredness, were mostly substitutes that were depicted half-naked or completely naked.

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Tired of seeing that didn't change her complexion at all, but Ayane's disgust grew so much that she'd never felt it before. An unusual obsession with those whom Ayane loves, held by evil destroyers. That feels ugly and extreme.

"Whether you draw, draw, draw or draw, I'm not convinced. I'm not satisfied. The most beautiful painting that I want is my teacher - Shizuno Rei. If you get the Lord Himself, you'll definitely get a satisfying finish. And..."

The paintings that were floating around the right guard piece are simultaneously engulfed in flames, instantly extinguishing charcoal, and a single painting depicting someone different from tired appears over the head of the right guard piece.

"Like Shiro, you will be a living painting in my painting. Let us leave its beauty in the hereafter, even after the death of the eagle."

It was a painting of a beautiful boy with a truncated classic collar around his neck, lowered in crosses, brightly colored brilliant feathers, and still dripping his forehead, being turned into a monster and abused by countless demons.

It was obvious that it was a depiction of Shiro Tengrass's chastity, but it was not the only one. In the painting, our souls will be sealed.

"This body... this soul... is for your head... It's not something I can give you."

Tired of telling chills.

"Ugg..."

On the other hand, Chiyo once again brings a groan of bitterness, which leads to the sound of Aya.

"What's wrong, Chiyo"

"I hear it...... From that painting, I've never heard of it before..."

Chiyo groans looking at Shiro Tengrass's painting as she trembles. It seems to feel the thoughts sealed in the painting, but no one but Chiyo can only feel it to the extent that there is an intense demon.

"The path I've been taking... will beat me to the master with all the strength I've worked out, all the enthusiasm I want to keep thinking about"

When the right guard piece touched the painting, one demon slowly crawled out of the painting.

Put together the same costume that was painted, from the back it grows bat wings and white bird wings to the right, black bird wings and moth wings to the left, floating glowing rings over the head, elongated tails with horns from the forehead and tips from the waist.

The demon - the propaganda bored Shiro Tengrass - was a form of anger, unlike the sad expression in the painting.

"That looks special. Oh, boy, I'll take that one. Change of plans. Chiyo is protecting us both, Lord Grass Dew and Lord Ayane."

Kurosai looks at Shiro Tengrass and pokes the scepter to the ground and rings, drawing attention.

Shiro Tengrass oddly dances through the universe, flying from overhead to the Dark Sai. Using that as a signal, the other transmission stuffs also head towards the same line.

Tired does not look at them, and proceeds to the right guard works. It also seems that the guard is ordered to keep his hands out of trouble, and there is no indication of any attempt to discourage it. It would only be ordered to eliminate the exhausting surroundings.

"Cannibal Fluorescent"

Responding to Ayane's spell, countless flashes of light appear between the five and the propaganda boredom, dancing mad. The guardsmen stopped their feet vigilantly, but the flashing of light struck the guardsmen in pieces, some slowly in a linear fashion, some arguing at tremendous speeds from above.

It happened that the four guard stuffs were filled with holes, but some did not lead to fatal injuries, and they come at hand. Those who were in the rear are intact, refining their procedures.

"Ho, have you taken a new apprentice"

Right-guard piece that looks intriguingly gazing at Ayane.

"Much better than you..."

It was a quiet tone, but clearly provoked.

"Then no matter how much the guard is stuffy, it won't be a problem. With the exception of Shiro, there are forty-three here alone. Whoa, now it's thirty-nine. Ho ho."

The familiar laughter of the right guard piece was cancelled by a roar. The technique of propaganda boredom, which was in the rear, was activated, and multiple techniques swung around Ayane, Chiyo and Kashishiro at about the same time.

Some attacks by spirits and spirits, others by producing chemical reactions, by causing physical phenomena. Countless flames of rubble, a mass of resentment, a mind disturbing spiritual wave, a net of electric shock, a corruption bubble, acid bubbles, strike three.

Kanshiro and the Haunted Cats avoided most of them by physical surgery, and invisible attacks such as mental waves and grievances were dealt with by throwing talismans.

Ayane, on the other hand, did not attempt to move the scene. I could move and flip, but that way I don't have a single chiyo behind me.

"Twisted Boy."

Ayane's spell is complete, and something thick and long pops out of her feet, drawing a spiral in the form that surrounds Ayane and Chiyo, twisting and stretching with tremendous momentum.

All the technique of transmission boredom struck directly at the heterogeneous object called by the technique of Ayane. The two of them are covered in it, so no attack has arrived. At the tip of it, like a snake, was a man's head. If you look closely, hands and feet also exist. He even wore a garment underneath his head. It is literally a substitute for monstrositizing the boy.

It surrounded Ayane and Chiyo. It fell over the head of the transmission boredom, crushing, wondering if it had jumped as loud as a spring. With that recoil, he jumps up again, falls and crushes repeatedly.

"I hear it...... Reaper's calling... is approaching..."

Ayane exhorts an ominous hunch at the words of Chiyo, who nodded beside him. If Chiyo's prophecy were to hit, who would die? I can't help but want you to be someone other than yourself and tired.

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