Artoria wants to read people's hearts

Scattered sparks fell from the smaller fire, like stardust coming from the sky, hidden in the soil.

As if hearing something incredible, the smile on the girl's face finally faded.

"What did you say?"

A confused expression appeared on her face, but it turned into helplessness in a second.

"Stop joking, okay?" As if facing an ignorant child, she educated her earnestly, "Although I don't know why you are here, you should also know how dangerous that guy is. "

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at the flame, and then sighed softly from the corner of her mouth.

Those dried blood splattered on the walls of the house, this is a crime that cannot be concealed.

"The nearby villages are very close to each other. If you let him run away today, I don't need to go into details about what kind of tragedy will happen in the future."

This is a very shallow fact, there is no reason for one family to suffer while the other family is still very good.

In order to minimize the loss, she had to kill that man-eating evil ghost as soon as possible.

"Time is very precious——" the girl's bright eyes rolled, and a gentle smile brightened on her face again, "—please tell me, where is that guy now?"

Artoria saw every word and deed of the other party.

Although she didn't know the girl's identity yet, the disgust and hatred for inhuman things revealed by the other party was enough for her to let go of her vigilance at this moment.

"...I'm not lying."

The blond-haired girl stared at her, she was clearly still in the human world, but it seemed that she was about to ride the wind and leave in the next moment.

"... short white hair, blood-red eyes, double horns on the forehead, and the word 'Xiasi' written inside the eyes." She didn't care about the shocked expression of the other party after hearing this, just caring about herself Said himself.

"His speed is very fast and his strength is great, especially his ability to heal his body is even more astonishing—" Artoria recalled the scene at that time with foggy eyes, "—— he can think, he can Talk, but in the conversation, I can only feel endless madness and distortion from it."

"......I'm late."

In the dark night, the distance is blurred, but the sadness on her face is clearly visible.

"When I arrived, the situation was already irreversible, and all I could do was to hold the long sword in my hand and try my best to kill the inhuman things."

"In the end I managed to cut off his head." Arturia told the ending, "It seemed to be burned by something invisible, and it spread upwards from his neck, and finally turned into fly ash and dissipated into none."

"...I think he's dead."

"...so I collected the corpses and buried these villagers with a fire." Artoria's lake-colored eyes shimmered with flames, "...so, this is The whole thing happened."

What the blond girl said was really unbelievable, not because she didn't want to believe it, but because the content of the story was indeed a bit weird.

Frowning slightly, the girl with the samurai sword asked her doubts.

"Excuse me, you shouldn't be a member of the Ghost Killing Squad, right?"

"Ghost Killing Squad?" Arturia tilted her eyes slightly, as if she had heard this word from a ghost not long ago.

"Sorry, I'm really not a member of the Ghost Killing Squad."

First denial, then doubt.

"Could it be that, Miss, you... are from the Ghost Slayer Squad?"

"Yes." Nodding her head, her purple eyes were as clear as the clear sky, "Butterfly Shinobi of the Demon Slayer Squad, this trip is to kill ghosts."

I see........

A hint of understanding flashed in Artoria's eyes.

The relationship between the ghost killing team and ghosts can actually be seen from the name alone.

So she nodded slightly, and she announced her name to the girl.

"My name is Artoria Pendragon, and at this moment, I am just a passing knight."

"Then—" she sighed, "—I see that you still have some questions, if you want to know the answer, why not ask it now?"

The girl named Butterfly Ninja looks young. She has smooth black hair, and the end of her bangs in front of her hair is a charming purple. Although the whole person looks gentle and gentle, but in her weak body There is a sense of righteousness.

Arturia had a good impression of her, so she didn't want to turn against her because of some inexplicable misunderstandings.

The blond girl was as clear and bright as a boy, and her green eyes seemed to bathe in the spring light on the earth, shining like thousands of stars under the moonlit night.

With such a clean and transparent temperament, Butterfly Shinobu also believes that the other party is not a bad person.

Following her words, the purple-eyed girl asked directly.

"Please forgive me." She sighed softly, "As far as I know, if you want to kill a ghost, there are only four possible ways in this world."

"The first is the sunlight, the second is the wisteria flowers, the third is the raging fire, and the fourth is the solar knives in the hands of our members of the Demon Slayer Squad."

The girl spoke one sentence at a time, and when she reached the last point, she lightly raised her arm and patted the samurai sword on her waist.

"You just said that you cut off the opponent's head with a sword, and watched him turn into ashes with your own eyes..."

"I'm sorry." She smiled helplessly, "I have deep doubts about this."

"Although it is under the bow, its strength is still very strong. Even if it is me, I must always be careful in the battle to be able to kill."

Butterfly shook her head reluctantly, and the butterfly hair ornament tied behind her head trembled twice, as nimbly as a real butterfly.

"Hey, Miss Pendragon."

The girl with black hair and purple eyes stood not far away and looked over, she looked into those green eyes and sighed.

Like, looking at the moonlight.

"........You don't have a sun wheel knife, and you don't have any swords or sharp weapons on your body. Excuse me, how did you cut off that ghost's head?"

The blond girl was slender, wearing a blue western aristocratic long dress.

There was nothing in her hand, even if her temperament was as sharp as a sword, Butterfly Shinobi couldn't imagine the scene where the other party and the ghost were fighting each other.

and......

The appearance of a Westerner, exquisite and unparalleled glory.

In the middle of the night, alone in a dead village, talking about killing ghosts.

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't easily ignore this weird sense of disobedience.

"Can you please... tell me the truth?"

Butterfly bit her lips lightly, she was thankful in her heart that it was too dark and no one could see her embarrassing cheek because of her attitude of breaking the casserole and asking the end.

His face was hot and hot.

This has nothing to do with any feelings, it's just that as a cultural person who knows etiquette, when facing a clear and transparent girl, she subconsciously feels a little ashamed because of her irrationality.

Perhaps no matter any man or woman, in front of such a radiant young girl, they will not perform better than Butterfly Shinobi.

"Of course." Nodding, Artoria raised the corners of her mouth slightly, "I will tell you everything, just because I can feel that you are worthy of my trust."

The second after the voice fell, she raised her arm, showing the miracle from the age of gods to the beautiful black-haired girl in front of her.

Golden light particles appeared out of thin air, as if countless dazzling fireflies flew over, whirling and agile.

Butterfly couldn't help opening her eyes wide, staring at the scene in front of her.

The expression of surprise and bewilderment on his face gradually calmed down a little...

Because in this fantasy scene, the blonde girl's white and touching palm is like a soft feather, she holds up a dazzling and holy light, which arouses the pursuit and desire for light in the hearts of human beings.

Finally, under her shocking gaze, the rays of light converged into a long sword with a golden and blue hilt intertwined.

The flames were still burning in the open space beside him. Although the smell was not pleasant, it was not something that could not be tolerated by Butterfly Ninja who had already seen strong winds and waves.

Burning piles of countless corpses, withered blood splashed on the ground, the decayed and decayed village was silent.

The farm cattle that died in front of the stakes, the dogs that have long since disappeared, and the large water tank in front of the house exudes a stench.

But in such a miserable 'hell', at this moment, there is such a slender, cold blonde girl appearing here.

The night wind stirred her blue dress, and her soft golden hair was tied behind her head. At the same time, people could clearly see the exquisite long sword in that girl's hand.

Arturia's eyes were clear, and there was still a smile on her face.

The fire light shone on her body, burning the girl's back in a virtual way.

"You asked me what I used to cut off the head of that inhuman thing..." She said frankly, "...this is the sword of the vowed victory, and it will accompany me in light and glory for the rest of my life Ups and downs, it has seen everything I've been through, and it's my always reliable partner."

The 'Strongest Fantasy' of God-made Armor is the clearest sword in the world.

If even it can't kill ghosts, then those disgusting monsters are really too foul.

Maybe next time... when dealing with such a creature with super recovery ability, I can use a little magic power myself.

She had a hunch that as long as a little bit of magic power was added, the self-healing ability that group of monsters were proud of might become useless in front of her.

only.......

Artoria sighed, and involuntarily thought of her dead girl Master who will never be named.

In a trance, the red dragon's heart seemed to tremble again because of sadness.

She is not good at singing, otherwise she will sing a song of death for the master and all the villagers.

She is also not good at painting, otherwise she will engrave the appearance of all the dead people, stroke by stroke.

She is even less good at expressing perfect love, so she can only pray sincerely clumsily.

When willow flowers fly, swallows will come.

When the reeds fly, the swallows will go,

But they are equally pure and white.

I only hope that they can smile in another world and keep silent and clear forever.

Chapter 3 The Age of the Sword Is Gone ([-] in [-])

Standing rocks, undulating mountains.

Looking up, I can see faint cloud shadows, and a small sparrow in the distance flies into the nearby Tiangeng.

Spring is warm and green.

They found the frame in the village, and found a lost cattle nearby.

When the sky is slightly brightened, the stars are shining in the corner of the sky with the last light, and the moment when the morning sun of dawn covers it.Day has come.

The sun guides the way forward.

The girls took the assembled bullock cart and marched smoothly on the dirt road in the countryside.

Artoria was sitting on the side of the car, her emerald green eyes were like clear lakes, and after the sun shone, they turned into seas of gold.

At this moment, she is quietly sorting out the information she got from Butterfly Ninja.

The year is 1919, and Japan is now in the Taisho era.

The Chinese danced lightly in the Western-decorated ball, and the people waited quietly for the steam locomotive at Tokyo Station.

A female student with two-foot sleeves, hakama pants, and a bow tie on her head is studying hard in the classroom.

Gentlemen in suits and writers in kimonos chat elegantly in the coffee shop, while the maids gracefully hand over fresh cream coffee.

The civilians were finally fortunate enough to enter the theater and watch the beautiful plays of the Takarazuka Opera Company up close.

For this country, Taisho may be an era that left countless romantic colors to future generations.

And as for the Ghost Killing Squad...

With hundreds of members, although it has not been officially recognized by the government, it is an ancient organization that has existed for a long time.

It has been called 'Ghost Hunters' since ancient times, and it is an organization that exists for the purpose of killing ghosts.

...continued to the present, for millennia.

Although the process of confrontation is difficult, time can only gray the hair of young people, but it will never gray the hearts of young people.

Inherited from generation to generation, the "ghost hunter" has always adhered to his indestructible belief in the silent millennium.

If Butterfly's words are true, then every 'ghost hunter' will be worthy of Artoria's admiration.

But at some point, there will always be some things that seeing is believing, and hearing is believing.

That's why when the girl with black hair and purple pupils extended an invitation to herself, she would readily accept it.