Ten Sabers Together Can't Save You

——Similar to the black Joan of Arc, Xiao Mo's behavior can also be summed up as arrogant.

But it's different from the black one, which is said to be arrogant on the surface, but has actually been attacked to a high degree of favorability.Xiao Mo's arrogance is at the level of destroying a lifetime.

"Stupid brother."

Mumbling like this, Xiao Mo huddled in the corner alone, hugging his knees in a daze.

Although there is actually still homework to do, but I don't want to do it at all... Just hang around like this, and find my servant to copy it on Monday.

Well, just do it.

Of course, if Will came to teach himself to learn, it would be a different matter.

Although how to teach also cannot teach.

Of course, this must be a problem with Guinevere's teaching method, not his own stupidity.

"what……"

Xiao Mo couldn't help sighing.Then he continued to be in a daze, his mind filled with matters related to Guinevere.

Although, she has liked Guinevere since she was a child.But as she got older, she "liked" Guinevere more.

This kind of liking made Xiao Mo feel very weird, an indescribable feeling.

He also wanted Will to love her before, and of course he wants to now.

I wanted to play with Will before, and of course I want to now.

You weren't happy to see Will with someone else before, and of course you are now.

I also liked the food made by Will before, and of course I like it now...

But, beyond that, there's something beyond that.It was more than that, what Mordred wanted more, what he longed for.

The problem was that Mordred didn't know what that was.

This made Mordred feel lost, irritable, and even self-loathing.

Especially when Guinevere is not around, she is like a pet dog whose owner has left and is alone at home, huddled up, looking pitifully staying there stupidly and not moving.

……

Of course, Guinevere didn't know these things.If he knew, he would definitely hesitate.What should I do now.Whether to save the world or play with my sister and teach her homework.

Is this world more important, or is my sister more important?

This is really a difficult decision.

Guinevere doesn't know this, however, so let's not mention it.

On the way to Magic☆Merry's idol office, he was not thinking about Xiao Mo, nor anyone else, let alone Aunt Meili with the shameful name of Magic☆Merry.

It was the blond imp.

Last night, during a routine patrol, he met Ibaraki, Ibaraki Doji again.

……

"Yo, boy."

When Guinevere beheaded a huge ghost and then lit the holy flame to incinerate it, a familiar voice came from behind him.

When he turned around, he could see the young blond-haired ghost holding a long knife and looking at him with quite happy eyes.

Although the shape and figure looked like a young girl with blond hair.In fact, so is the sound.But the tone of the blond young ghost was not.

Guinevere was looking at her with vigilant eyes, but he didn't attack her immediately like before.

"It's a nice night tonight, isn't it?"

Surprisingly, she said this.

"So?" Guinevere asked.

"When the night is so beautiful, what do you think is the most suitable thing to do?" She didn't answer Guinevere's question, but asked instead.

While asking questions, the blond young ghost assumed a fighting posture.

"For humans, there are many things to do on such a night. But for ghosts..."

Having said that, Gurney pointed his sword at the blond young ghost: "The only thing we can do is fight."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Hearing Guinevere say this, the blond-haired young ghost on the opposite side laughed happily: "Although it's not complete, it can't be wrong—"

While speaking, she lunged forward, stabbing Guinevere with the long knife in her hand like a spear.She was blocked by Guinevere, and when she made a backhand sword, she came back with unimaginable speed and blocked Guinevere's sword.

Two people (ghosts) compete for strength.Both want to overwhelm each other - of course this is not good for Guinevere.

"I've been wandering around this city during this time." While competing, the blond young ghost said happily: "I have met a few guys with backbone. The problem is that none of those guys can fight."

With a "clang" at the end of the words, Guinevere swung his long sword down, passing the competition of strength.Because he felt that if he continued to fight like this, he would lose.

"That's why I came back to look for you." Then, the blond young ghost swung his knife continuously, attacking like a storm: "How is it, isn't it very touching, young man?"

"It's an honor—"