When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

"Isn't the teacher injured? Where did he go?"

"Whatever, I ran away even after I came. I don't bother to worry about such a rude teacher."

When the faction members were having a headache, Shokuhou Misaki was in a bad mood because of the previous scene. She was very confused at the beginning whether to come or not. If it wasn't for the members of the faction, she wouldn't have quarreled with Yong Ye just now. Contradictory situations come here.

It's okay to come here, but now Yong Ye, who is obviously a patient, has run away, leaving a room full of girls, which really makes her a little angry.

"gone."

After the girls from various schools in the room left, Shokuhou Misaki also turned around and planned to go back.

"Well, well~ Your Lady Queen, don't be so angry, the teacher must have some special reason..."

"gone back."

Ignoring the persuasion of his subordinates, Shokuhou Misaki took the lead and walked ahead, while the group of girls behind could only look at each other and followed, helplessly.

In a blink of an eye, there was no one left in the ward, only the fruits, biscuits and other condolences were left everywhere. Unfortunately, Yong Ye never came back. Instead, he was on the walking path in the park, thinking about what he should do .

Staring at the side, there is nothing, no one.

Of course, it is already late at night, and no one will come to the park.

He didn't plan to go back to the hospital, and he didn't even go through the discharge procedures. He returned to his apartment alone in a wheelchair, and with the sound of the elevator "ding dong~", he came to the fifth floor where he was.

Open the door, the room is empty, there is no breath of life, the only thing that can make people feel that this is a place where living people live, probably only the crumpled and unmade pure white sheets.

"...the march of the dead..."

What went through, let Yongye recall the past, he thought of the characteristics of this weapon, went to the corner and pulled out the blade, the sacred words on the knife began to glow faintly, although Yongye didn't know What kind of text is that, but you can know the meaning above.

"Eternity, forbidden magic, inherent, space..."

Eternal indestructibility, prohibition of magic, fixed possession, space transfer, probably these are the meanings... If Yongye remembers correctly.

This seemingly... not very ordinary blade does have extraordinary abilities.

The meaning of banning magic is probably not just banning magic power, but cracking down on all abnormal powers. As for why... His personal information source seems to be made by a celestial craftsman, and it has been strengthened by a stronger existence.

"If...you use this to cut yourself, will the things that inexplicably damage your body disappear?"

With doubts in his arms, Yong Ye threw the scabbard on the bed, aimed the blade at his... right hand and cut lightly on the back of his hand.

The words of forbidden magic flashed on the knife, and Yong Ye felt an unspeakable pain all over his body as if struck by lightning. The blood capillaries in his left hand burst, and blood spread throughout the room instantly.

The curse of the god was broken by the march of the dead in an instant, and the side effects of the great annihilation appeared immediately, but it was meaningless to only lift the curse on the hand, and the curse was regenerated the next moment, to compete with the side effects.

It is the curse and the side effects that check and balance each other, so that Yong Ye's body maintains a delicate balance and does not die. If one is removed, the other can be killed, and this thing cannot be broken so easily.

"It hurts...!... But, compared to this... there seems to be someone in this knife?"

Although he really wanted to bandage his bloody left hand, Yong Ye compared this with the things he recalled when he was holding the dead while marching, and the existence of Princess Ruisi. (PS: There is a picture of the tentative person for the doomsday volume.)

"..."

Holding the blade, Yong Ye didn't know whether to release the people inside. In his memory, he seemed to be very afraid of that girl, what? Why are you afraid? Why keep the fear?

With the remaining warmth in my arms, I spent countless sad nights...

For some unknown reason, Yong Ye suddenly had this idea in his mind, and by accident, he lifted the dead man up.

Purple light glowed on the blade, and right next to Yong Ye, in the gradually increasing purple light, appeared a man whose appearance was depicted on the canvas after dissolving adjectives such as pure, straightforward, lovely and pitiful into the paint. The girl who came out.

A girl with a beautiful appearance can make people feel that she has been well-bred, she can tell her noble status at a glance, she also has an ethereal and dreamy temperament, plus...a bumpy figure, in a word, it feels like an appearance that will be loved by men.

But...why? Seeing this young girl, Yong Ye felt the urge to cry, and the feeling of fear welled up in his heart again.

"...I hurt my hand, so careless again."

After noticing the wound on his hand, the girl who had just appeared squatted down in front of him, took his hand up, and reprimanded him gently, speaking a language different from any language known in this world.

But compared to words, Yong Ye cared more about the girl's fingertips, which were colder than his cold body due to physical problems, as cold as a temperature-changing animal (cold-blooded animal).

"No, it's okay, compared to this... Are you? A princess?"

I don't know why Yong Ye had such an impression of the girl in front of him, and he happened to know the other's language, so he asked.

"It must be treated."

"...Do you still care about this? The first aid kit is in the cabinet over there."

Although he instinctively wanted to pull his hand away and had a lot of questions to ask, Yong Ye pointed to the closet with his intact right hand, the first-aid kit that a security guard must have at home.

Afterwards, he quietly accepted the bandaging of the somewhat tough, but at the same time quite mysterious girl in his opinion.

Yong Ye wanted to ask a lot about the girl who could be regarded as appearing in the March of the Dead, but he didn't know how to speak or how to ask.

"Don't worry, you are... a paladin."

As if she could read minds, after the girl bandaged Yong Ye's hands, she gave words that could soothe the uneasiness that Yong Ye had been harboring since she woke up.

Theoretically, it should be possible, but now Yong Ye, who has no memory of any aspect, feels inexplicably a little secondary. After all, how can there be any paladins in this era?

But it seems... not like this, it seems to be true?

But who is this girl in front of me? Princess? What country? Why is it an honorific to myself? But it seems to be very close to yourself?

In the empty room, Yong Ye bowed his head in thought, but the girl behind him just watched him with gentle eyes, and didn't say much, after all... Even though the dolls of the dead marching had subconsciousness and obsession, they lost their main consciousness , but being controlled by the curse of the marching of the dead, it is relatively rare to take the initiative to act before the improvement. After the improvement, although it becomes more common, it will not always be like this.

"...Please, can you stop looking at me all the time? It would be weird to be stared at all the time..."

Looking at the moonlight outside the window and thinking about things in the wheelchair, because I can feel the sight around me, although I endured it for a while, I finally couldn't help it, but the other party answered irrelevant questions.

"...what are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, I just wonder if I should continue to be a teacher... No, whether I can continue to be a teacher is also a question."

"If you like it... there is nothing wrong with it, I believe you."

"A groundless statement, you..."

He smiled wryly and shook his head. Facing this girl who felt strange, he didn't know how to do it. Perhaps at this time, he should ask the other party's identity thoroughly, but he didn't want to do that. I don't know why...just didn't want to.

But the girl came over, hugged his head from behind, leaned it against her chest, and gently stroked his hair.

"Hello? What are you doing..."

Feeling the back of his head being wrapped by something soft, Yong Ye couldn't help but panicked, and almost jumped out of the wheelchair.