Chapter Forty-Three Sorry

  Chapter Forty-Three Sorry

  The blond-haired youth first saw the spirit in the early evening not long ago, when he was on his way to hurry and found that it was almost time for the scheduled gathering, but he was attracted as if he had been sucked in.

  Under the twinkling starlight, the clear and cold moonlight seemed to linger on his hair, the soft and gentle moonbeams were like thin gauze wrapped around him, who was as if a human embodiment of the moon. He looked just like a lunar spirit, so she couldn't help but call him "Spirit"!

  This scene is the ultimate in art!

  The elf's facial features weren't particularly delicate, but taken together, they formed a very special flavor, especially the awakened elf, with that hint of quiet and distant sorrow in his expression, an indescribable fragility that added a few extra touches of charm. Even though it was clear from the elf's half-concealed clothing that he was male, that strange attraction remained unabated.

  The blond-haired young man knew that his personality and hobbies were not quite like those of normal people. In the ninja village, although others feared his powers, which were different from those of ordinary people, calling him a genius, but the disgust and contempt in their eyes was something even an idiot could see.

  Praising oneself in front of others while speaking ill of them behind their back, what hypocrisy!

  With a hypocritical expression, speaking words that don't match their heart, it's nauseating just to look at them. That's why I often take on external missions, at least then I have an excuse to "reasonably" use my powers.

  But even if they found that their hands were different from normal people, the elves still didn't change. The elves just slightly tilted their heads, without any expression of disgust or fear.

  The sprite's expression made him feel like a "person", not a "monster".

  For her own hobby, the spirit didn't show any disdain at all, but instead showed a happy smile and said things like "It's just like fireworks!" The spirit really liked her ability and even told herself several formulas to adjust the explosion colors, and even researched with herself how to improve the power and shape of the explosions.

  Moreover, the fairy's eyes that just helped herself heal were so gentle and warm, she really liked this feeling. If she had known earlier, she would have gotten hurt sooner to experience this feeling, and she would have gotten hurt more.

  I looked at the blond-haired young man who was almost in a trance, still muttering "If only I had been hurt more!", and I said with some anger: "Stop messing around! You have your own body, why don't you take good care of it!"

  The blond-haired young man still had some discontent (I really think so!)

  The blond young man has all his thoughts clearly written on his face.

  My expression turned gloomy, and I said in a low voice: "That idea is wrong... why would you want to hurt your own body? I hate anyone who wants to hurt their own body." Including me... By the time I finished speaking, I didn't know what else to say, because... I wasn't qualified to say it.

  The blond youth listened to the elf's words, initially feeling quite pleased, because the elf's words made the blond youth feel that someone was still caring about him. However, towards the end, the elf's blame seemed more like an accusation against himself.

  Ku... More than half of this body is yours, I won't let anyone else hurt "it" easily! That includes me too! To suppress my thoughts about Ku, the only method I can think of is to completely forget, because I don't want to be constantly filled with guilt. The price I pay for that is when memories come back unintentionally, all the accumulated pain will burst out at some point.

  The elf's tone was soft and low, but to the other two present, it seemed like a mournful cry filled with self-loathing.

  When I came back to myself, I knew I had just lost control. After Jiǔ fell asleep, I usually lose control like this on moonless nights.

  Because I still can't learn to forgive myself, especially when I try my best to reach the bottom of my heart, there's nothing left. I've searched for a long time, but except for the deep and profound chaos, there's nothing else, no cage, no incantation, no you!

  Isn't that the bottom of my soul? Then where are you? You promised me, you'll come back!

  "You, it's a good thing you came today!" I said after finishing this sentence, looking at Jun Ma Luo and the yellow-haired youth's anxious and worried expressions, and very calmly fainted.

  Every time I lose control, I have a brief symptom of whole body weakness, probably due to the seal and endurance in my body loosening during the stormy will... This is just the superficial reason, I know that the real reason is the automatic defense mechanism set by Ku for this body, in case I lose my mind or collapse.

  I forgot that neither Kizuna nor Shirou knew about my loss of control, and in the past few times, I had covered it up well, without any extra expression revealing my true feelings. This time was purely an accident, and it was particularly severe. I didn't think I would be triggered, and even I couldn't figure out what triggered this symptom. It's not like every time I think of Kakeru, I'll have an episode, but usually after a good night's sleep, I'll be fine. So I'm too lazy to explain now, let Kizuna and Shirou wait until I wake up again to explain. Blonde boy, just wait till tomorrow to talk about it! I threw a apologetic glance at the blonde boy before falling over.

  Before I could fall, Junmaru swiftly wrapped his arms around me and turned to face the blond-haired youth, bowing slightly. "Sorry, excuse us!"

  Is this what Shiro meant by "the adult's past"? Kimarou recalled my expression just now, and his heart also ached with a sharp pain. It was another side of the adult that he had not seen before. Until now, he was dissatisfied that Shiro knew more about the adult than he did. But if it were all this kind of thing... Kimarou didn't know if he could bear it all. However... at least when the adult is weak, he will call me for help. Does this mean I have a higher position in the adult's heart?!

  Jun Maluo walked back to the base with a faint smile on his face.

  The blond youth watched as the white-haired little demon hugged the spirit and left, his back disappearing into the distance. His hands struggled for a moment, but he still couldn't move or say a word.

  Why are you still apologizing to me? Why can't I say sorry?

  The blond-haired youth could only hear the low growl that came from deep within his own throat, "Grrr...…….Ksss.....", echoing through the dark forest.