I Will Eventually Embark On The Road Of No Return Called A Hero

"Have you seen it?" El-Melloi II frowned.

"No, but is there any other possibility besides provocation at this time?" Cyd flicked the glass with his fingers, looking at himself reflected on the swaying wine, the corner of Cyd's mouth raised slightly, " You'll go, right."

"Isn't that of course?" El-Melloi II shoved the letter into his pocket with a blank expression.

The king never flinched in the face of Gilgamesh. If he flinched in the face of a thief, it would be impossible for him to touch the king who was always galloping.

"Master?" Gray hesitated at the door.

"It's okay Gray," El-Melloi II raised his glass.

"Really?" Gray clutched his chest and relaxed, she was very worried when she heard that the person who missed her Master would not remember him, because it was so sad.

She was relieved to see El-Melloi II's usual expression.

El-Melloi II exhales one breath saying staring at the translucent wine, the wine swaying, he seemed to see himself ten years ago, no, he did see it, because he still hasn't changed, he Still holding on tightly to the memories of the past.

Even if you know that what you want to do is the same as grabbing the water with your hands, the more you try to force it, the faster it will pass, but at least it's better than watching it go by quietly.

It's probably not yet time for Gray to feel relieved.

Cyd raised his head and drank the wine, looked at the lonely ice cube in it and smiled slightly, "It's okay, because I'm here~"

Then something happened.

The corners of Cyd's mouth twitched when he looked at the headless female corpse on the ground, and at the scene with the amount of blood and no trace of resistance, it was probably solved with one blow.

The owner of Mystic Eyes of Precognition can be removed in seconds without being noticed, so the range of candidates seems to be narrowed down a lot.

"The murderer is you!" The crying girl raised her hand and pointed at Cyd.

Cyd silently moved towards and took a step to the side, because behind him stood a Holy Church priest named Karabo. According to El-Melloi II, this guy could kill him in one night. As for all the Magician things here, it's another matter if you can do it or not, but if you can, the Holy Church priest doesn't mind doing it.

Anyway, it must have happened to be him.

Then Olga-Marie's finger shifted towards Cyd.

Ha! ! ! ! !

"Trisha said she couldn't see your future actions, you killed her!" Olga-Marie raised her hand and aimed at Cyd, the rays of light of black on her Hearts gather.

A magic bullet?

Because you can do it, it's you. It's really a judgment that a chaotic little child will make.

Cyd raised his right hand flicks with the finger with a sigh, and the aggressive magic bullet shattered the moment it touched his finger.

Karabo squinted.

"Let's get some sleep."

Olga-Marie's spirit is obviously not right now, probably not the kind that can be persuaded. Although somewhat helpless, Cyd still knocked Olga-Marie unconscious.

"Do you have anyone who can perform autopsy?" Cyd asked the onlookers, picking up the unconscious Olga-Marie.

"I'll do it," Karabo, the prime suspect, came out.

"I'll leave it to you then," the real prime suspect, Cyd shrugged, left the crime scene with Olga-Marie in his arms.

"Things are starting to get in trouble," Cyd whispered as he passed El-Melloi II.

El-Melloi II squinted his eyes. If it was elsewhere, it would be better to say that it is very common for Magicians to kill each other, but here is the Mystic Eyes Collection Train, and the victim is Precognition. owner , the head was also taken away.

vortex is starting to get bigger.

"You're such a gentle person."

Cyd stopped, not the only one who had just left the room.

"Even if you're wronged and attacked, you won't hurt a sad child, should you be called Hero of Pure White?"

Hishiri Adashino walked away with a soft smile In front of Cyd.

"I just knocked out a sad child with a knife just now," Cyd rolled the eyes, "so I don't mind knocking out a woman who is not sad."

Hishiri Adashino's smile froze.

"And...Hero of Pure White? Who is it?" Cyd bypassed Hishiri Adashino, leaving Hishiri Adashino alone in the mess.

Returning to El-Melloi II's room, Cyd gently placed Olga-Marie on the sofa.

"What a troublesome child," Cyd sat opposite Olga-Marie, "arrogant, stubborn, but fragile, such a bad child will cause a lot of trouble to the people around, right? ?"

"You're talking about that feral cat, right?" A hand stretched out from behind Cyd and wrapped his arms around his neck, soft purple hair falling slowly, "She did give us something to add. It's a lot of trouble, but you've never been bored, so this time..."

"Um..." Olga-Marie ** opened her eyes, the pain in her neck made her neck stiff. a feeling of.

"You'll save her too, right."

"I'm not a hero." Cyd sighed helplessly.

"Just a gentle ordinary person...right?"

"Probably."

"Where is this?" Olga-Marie clutched her neck sit up.

"Lord El-Melloi II's room," Cyd leaned back on the sofa, "I think we need to talk, and put down your magic bullet, or you'll really get a stiff neck this time. I'm done."

Olga-Marie pursed her lips and put down her right hand, "I know you're not a criminal, but..."

"I'm not reconciled to my powerlessness, right?" Cyd spread his hands, "My family is in danger, I can't do anything but watch."

"Trisha doesn't..." Olga-Marie subconsciously retorted, but seeing the reflection in Cyd's eyes The cowardly self then lowered his head and covered his left arm, "She is my family."

"Sometimes it's okay to be a little cowardly," Cyd stood up and raised his hand to touch it. On Olga-Marie's head, "There's no need to carry it all by yourself."

"What do you know!" Olga-Marie raised her hand and clapped Cyd's hand, "Trisha she... not right , let go of your hand!"

Olga-Marie blushed and pushed Cyd's hand hard, but Cyd's hand was completely motionless, and the warmth and comfort made her unconsciously relax.

But this is impossible, once she relaxes, she will definitely want to throw herself into someone's arms and cry.

She's the Lord's daughter, Trisha is always saying, be strong, so...never cry, don't let your weak self show up...

Now it's just sore eyes !

Just rubbing my eyes because they are sore!