Blue Files, 100 days left until Mr. disappears Author: Killer Whale

Summary:

In the world of Granblue Files, when their husband is on the verge of death, how will the students cherish their last time together?

Chapter 000: Preface

Everything has been settled.

All battles, all entanglements, bring rebirth and death.Among the faces of rebirth and death, there are some that I see every day, and some that I have never seen before.

I will be happy for their rebirth and sad for their death.

But at this moment, my emotions are like flowers in the mist, dull and vague.

Maybe for me, time has stopped forever on that day.

Chapter 001: 100th Day·Morning·Xia Lai’s Office

Hayase Yuka stared straight at the window.

The husband was five steps away from her, holding a newspaper in his hand and a faint smile on his face.

On the table was the coffee she had just brewed, and the golden light of the morning shone on her husband's figure, emitting a soft light - this was the scene she enjoyed most on weekdays.

A scenery that only belongs to her.

The calmness in her husband that could drive her crazy was like an unrealistic and wonderful illusion.

It was as if nothing had happened, as if everything was normal, as if Mr. had not paid a price that was so painful that he could not breathe in the previous battle that engulfed the entire Kivotos.

The price of death.

In order to explore the truth of the independent Kivotos, and to carve out the ideal world in one's own private eyes, the group known as the Secret Art of Numbers took advantage of the long-standing rift between the colleges and provoked the innocent children. Caught in a Mobius strip of endless vendetta.

Reversing cause and effect, creating things out of thin air, and even shattering space, the power of the Secret of Numbers can be used in any way.

What's more, even if you don't rely on these powers, the dirty practices and thoughts of the 'adults' will be like a dimensionality-reducing blow to the consciousness of the children born in the paradise.

Just as the disgusting multi-eyed woman said, the end of Kivotos has come.

that day,

The laws that support the world of Hakoba are crumbling.

Students are trapped in an unsolvable cycle of hatred.

The once blue sky was dyed red with endless blood.

that day,

The gentleman stood up.

There was no anger or exhaustion on his face, only understanding.

"Since paradise and scriptures are both agreements between God and man——"

"Then, when the old agreement breaks down due to distrust and lack of understanding between people, it is time to make a 'new agreement'."

……

On that day, Yuxiang had no idea what a great achievement her husband was about to accomplish.

Sacrifice with the body of a high-dimensional observer,

Liberate your own power and life together,

Remove all the scars, all the damage from the bruised Kivotos,

Complete, number, repair, restore.

It was a true 'Kingdom of Heaven' coming that made even the black suit tremble with fear and ecstasy.

That day was destined to leave a mark in the history of occult research.

After the war, the school was destroyed and rebuilt, and earth-shaking changes took place under the mediation of the teacher and the Xia Lai Student Union.

Hatred was bridged, pain was healed, the victims were buried, and the survivors were given a new lease of life.

The price is that the integration between Mr. and the entire Kivotos cannot be stopped.

The injury suffered by the gentleman is not a simple loss of vitality - if it were just that, the students of Kivotos would forcefully inject mystery into the gentleman's body even if their own auras were broken, just to give him a glimmer of life.

In order to repair the damage to the laws caused by the war and support the continued operation of the entire Kivotos, Mr. Wang forcibly intervened in the operation cycle of Kivotos at the expense of his own life, power and existence.

Like a drop of ink dropped into a majestic river, it will soon disappear without a trace.

Until Hayase Yuka fully understood what happened, the husband in front of her, the most respected, the most dependent, the most unable to let go, the most... beloved husband,

It was nothing more than an ink mark that was tumbling in the river and was about to disappear.

Because of that battle, the daily routine that was so familiar to Hayase Yuka became an unattainable luxury.

The Sword of Damocles hanging above the gentleman's head at this moment makes the warmth radiating from his body more alluring and deadly, like the last warm sun before the endless winter. Even if it may disappear at any time, it still makes the morning Se Yuxiang was greedy, eager, and hid in the last shelter that her husband had created for her.

Her reason was screaming at her, constantly warning her: coveting for a moment of warmth would only bring bone-chilling coldness and complete despair, throwing her life into a place where there was not even a trace of vitality. The terrifying abyss of nothingness.

But Yuxiang's instinct held her in place.

Even though she knew it was the last warmth in winter, she couldn't let it go.

Unwilling to give up.

……

The huge feeling of fragmentation and unreality turned Yuxiang's head into a ball of paste.

If someone had told her a few months ago that the smart top student Miss Yuka would fall into such a stupid and entangled state, she would have given that person an unforgettable lesson. Don't even think about it.

But now, none of that matters.

Nothing matters anymore.

"..."

Closing her eyes, Yuka tried her best to think of interesting memories to wash away the feeling of despair that couldn't be eliminated from her body.

Funny memories, funny memories…

correct.

Yuxiang once watched a quite boring movie under the instigation of the noisy children in the game research department.

In the movie, a mother who usually neglects her children numbs herself with endless work and endless coffee after her child dies in a car accident.

At that time, Yuxiang only thought that the heroine was ridiculous and ignorant.

If you care about him so much, why didn't you show concern earlier?

And what's the use of working hard when the people you care about are dead?

Really ridiculous.

I don’t know what the extreme is.

Can adults be so irrational and unsightly?

With this thought in mind, Hayase Yuka put the documents about each student union into files one by one with mechanical movements, and at the same time took a sip of coffee like a reflex.

"hehe"

A light laugh that ends with a bitter syllable.

Yuxiang felt a large piece of ice slide into her stomach.

Until now, she has not expressed her true feelings to her husband.

Destiny hung a sharp sword over her husband's head, just to see her frightened and devastated.

Should she feel relieved that her obsessive love has not been exposed, or should she be angry at herself for lacking courage?

"Yuka."

Sir is calling her.

The same is true today. She can take the initiative at work, but outside of work, even calling her husband on her own initiative is a difficulty for Yuxiang.

So Yuka raised her head and faced the gentleman's side face.

The perfect and warm lines are like a statue of a sage, with a silent beauty.

An inexplicable sore nose washed over Yuxiang's face.

She suddenly no longer wanted to wear the mask of reason,

I want to cry, smash everything in the office, beat my husband on the chest, throw myself into his arms, shed all the tears in my life, and then fall asleep.

Fall into a deep sleep and never wake up again.

……

"Yuka, Yuka?"

The sir's call woke Yuka up from her miserable thoughts.

The sir's voice is so nice, she thought.

I really want to keep hearing this for the rest of my life, she thought.

"——!!!"

I can’t think about it anymore, I can’t think about it anymore!

She raised her head, took a deep breath, and suppressed all her emotions and thoughts until her expression that was about to collapse returned to calm, and her blue eyes were empty.

She was suddenly glad that she was always used to hiding her true thoughts with insincere words and endless tasks.

I am used to sealing myself off with a rational shell, but I put out my little tentacles to accept Mr.'s sunshine.

"Yes sir, how can I help you?"

"It's nothing."

The gentleman smiled, with the same helplessness and gentleness as always,

"It just feels like Yuxiang has been working harder recently."

"Because sir, he seems to be even more unreliable lately."

Yuxiang responded with her usual arrogant tone, and gently slapped away the hand that wanted to touch her head.

Although I really want it,

Although she wanted it very much, Yuka would not be able to survive the whole day if she just obeyed her husband and touched her head.

I will be immersed in the warmth of my husband, and be torn apart by the emptiness of removing the warmth.

"Really? It makes Yuxiang feel unreliable."

The gentleman’s dark eyes rolled and he showed a self-deprecating smile:

"Perhaps it is too tainted with mystery, and even the way he speaks has become convoluted... Indeed, as a guide to children, if he does not convey information in concise and clear language, he is an unqualified guide."

Not unqualified, Yuxiang muttered in her heart.

After a pause, Yuxiang took out a sheet and handed it to the gentleman.

"I just want to know why, sir, you don't spend money randomly these days?"

When the gentleman saw the all-too-familiar invoice, he shrugged:

"Is not spending money a bad thing?"

"Yes."

"……Uh?"

"Yes."

The gentleman suddenly raised his head and looked into Yuxiang's eyes.

The girl's sad, empty eyes reveal some kind of persistence:

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