Blue Files, there are 100 days left until Mr. disappears

Hina Sorasaki frowned.

Every time she saw the unflowered sacred garden, some kind of alarm sounded in her heart.

The alarm wasn't strong, just like a tiny burr pricking my heart. It didn't hurt or itch, just a bit of a diaphragm.

The next moment, Chinatsu and Ako looked at each other next to the chairman.

Yazi's voice was a little strange and he whispered,

"Chairman is...jealous?"

"Hmm..." Qianxia nodded helplessly, "That's obviously a look that excludes dissidents."

Ignoring the whispers of his subordinates behind him, Hina Sorasaki stood up.

She did feel an inexplicable irritability, which seemed to be a premonition of the future, but also seemed to be bothering her.

At least, so far, there are no problems with Shengyuan Weihua.

Then there is no reason for Sorasaki Hina to trouble her.

(Sigh... maybe it’s because of the heavy work pressure)

Hina Sorasaki turned her head and sighed quietly in her heart.

However, when she saw the gentleman in front of her, Hina's eyes widened immediately.

I saw that [Hina] wearing bright yellow pajamas,

Just like a koala, its legs are wrapped around the husband and hung on his waist.

[Hina] still had a silly smile on her face that was extremely happy.

Under Hina Sorasaki's eyes of shock and anger, [Hina] opened her mouth slightly and spit out an extremely terrifying word:

"Dad~"

"Why don't you get off sir!!!"

Chapter 011: Day 090 Night

The colorful fireworks continue to bloom in the night sky.

Mercenaries and the black market, the stubborn diseases that surround students and citizens on the border, have been wiped out in one day. How can people not be excited?

Between the gaps in the building, a narrow ray of light shone on the corridor of the thousand-year-old tower, scattering a small spot of light.

The husband put his hands on his hips and leaned against the wall, looking out the window at the brilliant fireworks in the night sky.

He just kept staring, staring,

Until his eyes were dry and his throat became a little sore.

What was he doing this time last year?

Yes, he was dragged by a group of noisy girls into the Reconstruction Countermeasures Committee in Abydos.

That was the real beginning of his life in Kivotos.

One year has gone by so quickly. He has helped too many students and guided too many students.

So much so that even his own memory seemed to have gaps.

The once innocent and noisy girls seemed to be arguing over random things just a moment ago.

In the blink of an eye, they gathered into a warm and majestic river.

Then, they will have a glorious future that belongs to everyone.

He has never monopolized the life of any child. He doesn't know how much hardship they have to go through before they grow up.

It is impossible to estimate how much proportion he plays in their precious memories.

——The only thing that is certain is that he hopes that this proportion is zero.

He only hoped that the children could live happily in a world without haze.

"gentlemen?"

Hayase Yuka's voice sounded at the end of the corridor.

His breathing was turbulent for a moment, then calmed down.

The teacher slowly turned around and saw Yuxiang biting her lower lip, lowering her head, her face slightly red.

He skillfully raised a natural and lively smile and asked softly:

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to their party?"

"...Anyway, it's just for me to clean up the mess."

Yuxiang replied in a sullen voice, "That's why I want to stay with Mr."

"You're always welcome, Yuuka." He responded with a smile.

So Yuka followed his example and leaned against the wall beside him, looking at the fireworks outside the window.

"The fireworks are very beautiful." Yuxiang murmured to herself.

"Yeah." He responded casually.

The two were only less than one meter apart, but the conversation was interrupted before a word was spoken.

The warmth that is close at hand, the love that is within reach, as long as she gets a little closer, the treasure that belongs to her will be dedicated to her freely and selflessly.

Even though her heart felt so painful that it felt like it was about to burst, Yuxiang still kept her distance from her husband, neither far nor close.

Is it the fear of sadness after gain and loss?

Or is it because the feeling of liking is so intense that it cannot go any further?

For her, this is an unsolvable question.

Perhaps it will never be solved in a lifetime.

But she didn't notice that beside her, the husband closed his eyes and his expression changed several times, as if he was struggling with something.

After a while, the gentleman's expression calmed down.

"Yuka,"

Hayase Yuka turned around, raised her head slightly, and looked at him with her beautiful blue eyes.

There was some admiration and some desire in her eyes.

Mr. straightened his body and smiled gracefully.

"Maybe I should admit something."

"Admit what?"

"Admit that I am not as strong and reliable as everyone thinks."

Under Yuxiang's surprised gaze, Mr.'s heartbeat and breathing were surprisingly calm and peaceful.

"I'm not an invincible tactician, nor am I a brilliant leader."

"To be honest, with a countdown hanging above my head and having to fight, I... am still a little uncomfortable and a little scared."

"Anyway," Mr. smiled, "I'm a little tired, Yuka."

Yuxiang's whole body trembled,

She widened her eyes fiercely, and water vapor quickly rose up.

His eyes seemed to penetrate her disguise, and fell tiredly and gently on her face, incredibly gentle.

In the dark silence, Yuxiang let out a sob that could no longer be suppressed, and threw herself into his arms desperately:

"Don't hold on any longer, sir... no matter who it is for..." She finally cried bitterly, "Let me take you back to rest, and I will carry you, sir, please..."

A weight fell on Yuxiang.

The body temperature through the clothes is dissipating little by little.

She breathed stiffly, as if her brain was frozen, unable to think.

She couldn't understand what was happening.

"gentlemen?"

She called softly.

no respond.

"……gentlemen?"

She called out shakily.

no respond.

...............

She raised her head slowly.

There were blood stains like teardrops flowing out of the gentleman's gray pupils.

She let out a shrill scream.

Chapter 011: Day 090·Intermission

"Sir's integration with Kivotos has officially begun."

In the infirmary of Millennium College, the voice of young nurse Serina echoed in the silent room.

Ghenna's disciplinary committee came, and so did the students from Holy Trinity,

The spacious infirmary suddenly became a little crowded.

But no one spoke.

Many pairs of eyes looked at the sleeping face of the man on the hospital bed.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, speechless and silent.

"...Sir, how are you doing now?"

Yazi's eyes were slightly red.

"It's hard for me to explain because it's not even a condition."

Qinai sighed and put away the medical report in her hand:

"After that sacrifice, Mr.'s body, life, soul, consciousness, and all the things that make up his existence will...'dissolve' in Kivotos itself."

"Although Sir used his own power and life to repair the damage to Kivotos, his size is still too far behind that of an entire city."

"So... when the fusion is completed, Kivotos will not change much, and Mr.... will not exist."

In the silence of everyone, Qinai spread her hands and continued:

"This time, the gentleman suddenly fainted. It seems that... the fusion process took away some of his body parts."

"Specifically, a small part of the stomach, the nerves of the intestine, and part of the taste nerve."

"As for the impact on Mr.'s life... we can only wait for him to wake up and then test."

Iori next to me suddenly shouted in a low voice:

"Is there nothing we can do?"

Serina showed an ugly smile: "No."

"you!!!"

Iori grabbed the young nurse Serina by the collar and lifted her up, her eyes filled with anger:

"You're a medical student... Even if you can't cure his disease, can't you even relieve his pain!?"

"Can't do it."

The smile on Qinai's face became stronger, but her eyes became sadder.

"This kind of pain is not physical, it is closer to 'conceptual'...