Artoria wants to read people's hearts

"Would you like to come with me?" Last night, when the village was full of flames, Die Die smiled with restrained eyes, "If possible, would you like to join the Ghost Killing Squad?"

There was hope in her eyes, and she seemed to see a different possibility from the blonde girl.

But in fact, this possibility is just a trace of her intuition, but even if it is such a very vague hope, she still wants to reach out her hand as much as possible to hold it firmly in her palm.

After all, looking for light in the darkness, this is what their ghost killing team has long been accustomed to.

Artoria could tell, but she didn't intend to break the girl's thoughts.

So under the moonlight, she smiled like thick tea or mellow wine.

"—Okay, I'll be with you."

The blond-haired girl spoke softly, and the reflections of flames rose from the emerald green eyes, like starlight falling into the eyes, and she glanced ten thousand miles away.

"Miss Pendragon, are you from the other side of the sea?"

Butterfly's gentle voice rang in his ears, gently recalling Artoria's thoughts.

Blinking her eyes, she turned her head and looked at the black-haired girl beside her.

Then he couldn't help but set his eyes on the butterfly hair ornament on the back of her head.

The girl's butterfly hair accessory is mainly mint color, with a dark purple edge on it, which looks like a real butterfly resting in her hair.

"—It's so beautiful."

She sighed softly, the words that were just thought in her heart, but now she said them out of her mouth for some reason.

The girl gave Artoria the impression that she was a beautiful butterfly, but her frivolous butterfly wings could cause a wave of heat.

The gentle spring breeze blew the world, and also sent Arturia's words into Butterfly Shinobi's ears.

Under the wide butterfly sleeves of the black-haired girl, her thin white fingertips couldn't help curling, and there seemed to be a hint of shame in those gentle purple eyes.

She pretended not to hear, but turned her head away subconsciously, and said softly, "You haven't answered me yet, and you don't look like a native of your country, so are you from the country on the other side of the sea? "

The butterfly-like girl has eyes like spring water hanging down, her ears are tipped, and the white skin on her cheeks is like a halo of beautiful jade, which makes one's heart flutter.

But Arturia was indifferent to this.

She just took back her scattered thoughts and began to concentrate on answering Butterfly Ninja's question.

"Yes, I am not from this country."

There is nothing to hide about this, after all, there is no way to hide one's appearance here.

"If you really want to talk about a country..." She tilted her head, and then wrinkled her nose helplessly, "...you can also understand me as People from England."

I see......

Miss Pendragon is an Englishman.

Butterfly nodded thoughtfully, feeling a little curious about it.

I really didn't expect that there would be such a magical power in that distant country.

She recalled the bright light of last night, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

So what is it?

The dark-haired girl struggled to find a word in her vocabulary.

This kind of existence with magical power seems to be called... a wizard in the West?

That's what wizards look like.

Although I still don't quite understand it, but at this moment, the word "wizard" is portrayed as Artoria's appearance in Butterfly Shinobi's mind.

A melee wizard with a sword cannot be underestimated.

"Speaking of which——" Artoria's gentle gaze was more touching than the sun, she quietly looked at the girl in the butterfly-wing patterned feather weave, "——the journey to the headquarters of the Ghost Killing Squad is quite a long way, we Why not go into the city and take a steam locomotive to the town near the headquarters, and then walk there?"

Ah....the question.

Butterfly coughed lightly, with a hint of helplessness in his expression.

"If possible, of course I also want to go back by steam locomotive."

"But..." She sighed softly, "...the ban on knives was promulgated after the Meiji Restoration, and because the Ghost Killing Squad was not officially recognized, So the activity is completely different from before.

If people find us carrying swords when we enter the city, although the police say they can't do anything to us, they will also cause us trouble to a certain extent. "

"After all..." she sighed softly, the emotions in her eyes were misty and rainy, "...now is no longer the era of swords."

The era of the sword has passed, and under the general trend of the era, it may not be long before it will completely come to an end.

Predictably, cold weapons were eventually replaced by guns.

But for the "ghost hunters", who use the sun wheel knife as their weapon, they must be in a more difficult situation in the future years of ghost slaying.

perhaps........

The Ghost Killing Squad will one day pass away in the era, they have been secretly operating in the dark, and in the end they will only exist as a strange tale among a few people, and the authenticity will be questioned by future generations.

Die Die could not help thinking about this point, but a feeling of melancholy spread in her heart, as if some sadness had accumulated in her eyes.

"......This is also something that can't be helped."

Arturia lowered her eyes, her emerald green eyes were as clear as the sky, she said slowly, "Every moment something is born, and something is dissipated, and there are few things in this world that remain unchanged. "

She seemed to recall the distant future, and seemed to hear the strings of time in her ears.

Those clear eyes melted into the spring breeze caressing the face, and also melted into the smile of the sun.

Busy streets, towering buildings.

The torrent of the era made of steel will never stop because of anyone's wishes.

Everything is like a dream.

Artoria sat on the bullock cart, feeling the quaint tranquility.

"Miss Butterfly—" she read the girl's surname, and frowned because she thought of a beautiful little creature, "—no matter what it is, only after experiencing the storm of time can one know its existence. true colors."

"In this complicated world, fortunes and misfortunes ebb and flow, gains and losses are in the sky, so we just need to watch quietly."

Where does the day grow?

Where does the night fall from?

Time flows freely and never stops, but as long as people can remember some things, they will never be scattered like dust with the disappearance of tangible things.

"You are working hard to save the world." She praised earnestly, "Even if people misunderstood you, you still chose to sacrifice everything to save, didn't you?"

"It's a heroic act!" asserted the blond king.

Heroes always appear in the most dangerous places, calm the sorrow and pain, and do their best to save lives.

Even in a dark place where no one can see, its figure is still bright and bright.

Obviously you can choose a more comfortable way of life, but you have to rush into the danger that people can't avoid.

The flame burning in my heart is really admirable from the bottom of my heart.

"So Miss Butterfly, you don't need to feel sad because of the change of the times—" Artoria frowned with a gentle smile in her eyes, "—please believe in the potential of human beings, if one day 'ghost hunters' Disappearing in the world, it means that those man-eating monsters also disappeared in the long river of history."

The lake-colored eyes shone with a faint light, like bright lights, which would never go out even if they were entangled in darkness.

"It's definitely something to be happy about, isn't it?"

She used the word 'absolutely' and asked a question that should be taken for granted.

And Butterfly couldn't help showing yearning when he heard the words, as if he could see the beautiful and peaceful scenes emerging in front of his eyes one by one.

So she replied softly, "...yes, that's definitely something to be happy about."

Gently took a breath, let the breeze flow into the five viscera, looked up to see the clouds rolling and relaxing, floating in the air.

The black-haired girl left the short-term sadness behind in the past.

Stop and go along the way.

The sun shines through, the sun rises and the sun sets.

I spend the day on the road, and at night I choose to rest in the Wisteria House in some villages and towns.

Those houses with wisteria flower patterns are the places where the 'ghost hunters' who are always struggling with life and death can rest in peace.

According to Butterfly Ninja's popular science, it is said that the wisteria family's family was rescued by "ghost hunters" before, so as long as they are "ghost hunters", they will entertain them for free and try their best.

Return kindness to the kindness of others.

It seems that their patriarch is also a very kind person.

"Miss Butterfly, how long until we arrive?"

Artoria looked up at the sky, and estimated the time in her heart.

It is about three o'clock in the afternoon now, and the sun will set in three hours, and it will not be very convenient for them to travel through the night.

"It will be there soon—" Butterfly smiled, then raised his finger and pointed to a mountain range not far away, "—please believe me, we will be able to reach the foot of the mountain before the sun completely sets. "

Hearing this, Arturia was taken aback.

Raising his eyes and looking in the direction of the other's finger, he saw that hill getting closer and closer to him as expected.

Blinking his eyes slightly, the blond king chuckled softly.

"It looks like our journey for the past few days is coming to an end."

A blond girl with emerald green eyes, with a big smile.

She said: "Miss Butterfly, may I ask if we are already friends?"

What kind of problem is this?

A little puzzled, Butterfly Shinobi nodded his head and gave an affirmative answer to this sentence.

"Of course, I have already regarded Miss Pendragon as a friend."

"In that case——" Artoria showed a smile as clean as spring water, shining like a bright light source, "——you can just call me Pendragon, and in exchange, may I call you Forbearance?"

Ah...so that's what it means.

Can't help laughing, the black-haired girl let out a "puchi" laugh.

"of course can."

She readily agreed.

"Then—" Butterfly looked at Artoria with restrained eyes, and said softly, "——Pendragon, I ask for your advice in the future."

The eyes and limbs of the black-haired girl were as gentle as the breeze in early spring, which made Arturia match her eyebrows.

"En." She responded, and then raised the corners of her mouth, "Shin, please give me more advice in the future."

The atmosphere is cheerful and peaceful.

Before you know it, it's dusk.

When she jumped off the bullock cart with the butterfly man, they had already reached the foot of the mountain.

Look up.

Why does the half-hidden blue and purple mountain peak feel so high?

It's just the dusk in the deep forest.

Chapter 4 Under the moonlight, he talked about the past thousands of years ago (two in one)

A small thatched hut, the top of the wisteria.

Artoria and Butterfly Shinobi set foot on the winding mountain road.

The road twists and turns around the entire mountain peak, and there are steps paved with bluestone on the entire mountain road.

The higher you go, the wooden guardrails are even built on the side of the road.

After passing the green pines and cypresses, I climbed up the stone steps.

The wild flowers bloom without a owner on the mountain, and the grass is also green without a owner.

Arturia stared at the beautiful wisteria flowers, silently thinking about something.

All the way to the top of the mountain, looking up, I saw that under the afterglow of the setting sun, the majestic mountain gate looked extraordinarily solemn.