Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

The man hadn't considered why the little girl, who was clearly not Japanese, was speaking Japanese.

Or, to put it another way, why can you understand what the other person is saying even though it's not Japanese?

"Could it be!"

In that instant, the man thought of a possibility.

She's clearly not from this era; she's like the Little Match Girl...

The man's heart pounded.

He thought of a setting that often appears in novels.

Time travel?!

Thinking of this, the man's gaze towards the young girl clearly changed.

I originally just came out to satisfy my little quirk, but I never expected to encounter something like this!

It's amazing!

By now, everyone should have realized that this guy is a pervert.

And it's the most despicable kind.

Even Diablo looks down on this scumbag.

The best fate for such a guy is to be eliminated and disappear from this world, thus contributing to the purification of this world.

"Hey little sister, can I ask you a question?"

The man bent down and asked with a 'kind' smile.

Faced with that lewd smile that could terrify a child to tears, the little girl simply smiled slightly:

"If you would like to buy matches, sir."

At the same time, he handed the match forward a little further.

Seeing the little girl's smile, the man's smile widened even more.

He hurriedly pulled out a few bills from his clothes and handed them to the little girl.

If what he's thinking is true, what's a little money?

After receiving the money, the little girl calmly folded it and put it into the pocket of her patched clothes.

Several copper coins are faintly visible among them, which should be medieval coins.

After putting the money away, the little girl carefully selected a match from the basket and finally handed it to the man.

"Sir, your matches."

Looking at the little girl's sweet smile, the man felt his heart melt.

The man hurriedly took the matches and was about to ask the little girl a question.

However, the sudden burst of flame from the match interrupted him.

Feeling the warmth of his fingertips, the man froze for two seconds.

Although he hadn't used matches for many years, these matches were so damp that they seemed impossible to light.

Not to mention spontaneous combustion.

This is clearly not right.

"Sir, is there a problem?"

However, the little girl's words interrupted the man's doubts.

Seeing the little girl's smile, the man instantly forgot his doubts.

That doesn't matter; the most important thing is to quickly gain the little girl's trust.

"Can you tell me your name, Uncle?"

With a smile on his face, the man looked at the little girl and asked.

What the man didn't notice was that the skin at the tips of the two fingers holding the match was slightly wrinkled.

It's like the skin of an elderly person.

In the flickering firelight, the man seemed to see a charred and hideous face through the little girl's smile.

There seemed to be a faint smell of burning in my nasal cavity.

After chatting for a long time, the man gained a deep understanding of the little girl.

She didn't know why she was there.

Her ill-tempered father ordered her to sell matches, and she also had a deceased grandmother who had been very kind to her.

'Perfect match.'

The man's heart was pounding.

In his excitement, he felt his breathing become difficult.

Unexpectedly, someone like him who has no particular talent for anything could have such a lucky day.

Sure enough, good things happen when you're alive.

"Then, little sister, would you like to go home with your uncle?"

The man spoke in a hoarse voice, licking his dry lips.

However, there was no moisture on my lips at all.

Was it because I was too excited?

The man thought to himself in his excitement.

Indeed, he gets excited just thinking about the future.

"I'd like to too."

A voice as sweet as an angel's rang out, a stark contrast to the previous sound that was like sandpaper being rubbed.

The little girl smiled slightly and said something to the man that made him feel hot all over:

"But Uncle, it seems you don't have much longer to live?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's mind instantly cleared.

Raising my hand, I saw wrinkled skin and dry, shriveled skin.

It was only the length of a conversation, yet he aged as much as an old man nearing the end of his life.

"What exactly is going on?"

The man asked, panting heavily, exhaling not air, but black smoke from his chest.

Beneath his withered skin, it seemed as if a flame was burning, causing him immense pain.

Clutching his throat, the man collapsed to his knees, utterly powerless.

The match in my hand was thrown a short distance away, the flame on the head of the match burning quietly, without causing any impact on the surrounding things.

"Cough cough!"

“It’s hot! It’s hot!”

Despite the man's violent coughing, the flame on the match began to flicker.

Just like this flame...

It is like the lifeblood of a man.

At a certain moment, the flame of the match suddenly shot up.

A blazing fire suddenly erupted from the man kneeling on the ground.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The wailing man rolled on the ground, but no trace was left on the ground.

With difficulty, the man raised his head, but what he saw was not a cute little girl, but a charred corpse.

The charred corpse gave him a gentle smile, just like the little girl.

The flames quickly went out.

Gently sweeping away the black ash on the ground, the little girl picked up a few matches and put them in her basket.

The little match girl died on that cold, dark night.

However, when people found her body, they were surprised to discover that she had been burned to death.

On that cold night, the little girl lit match after match in search of warmth.

In the end, she burned herself like a match.

Humming a cheerful little tune, the little girl left the park.

Chapter 320 Meeting the Parents

"Ding dong~"

"I'm coming."

When the doorbell rang, Yui Hirasawa immediately put down her guitar and ran to the door.

"Mom, let me do it."

After telling her mother, Hirasawa Yui stepped out of the entryway in her slippers.

Because it is usually well maintained, the garden of Hirasawa Yui's house is quite clean.

Even running barefoot wouldn't be a big problem.

Good morning, Xiao Zhen.

After opening the door, Hirasawa Yui happily said to Luo Zhen.

Completely ignoring Hirasawa Yui's messy hair, Rozen said to her:

"Good morning."

After leading Luo Zhen into the house, Hirasawa Yui kept talking to Luo Zhen.

When it comes to this, Hirasawa Yui feels like she has so much to say.

"Wei, go and wash up properly first."

Before he could say two words, Hirasawa Yui was stopped by a mature lady.

This is Yui Hirasawa's mother. She looks very much like Yui Hirasawa, both in hair color and face.

Especially when she smiles, Luo Zhen feels like he's seeing a magnified version of Hirasawa Yui.

The two of them look exactly alike when they laugh.

However, the two have absolutely nothing in common in terms of temperament.

Hirasawa Yui is the kind of person who looks silly and happy.

Mrs. Hirasawa, on the other hand, has a very gentle demeanor.

Well, forgive Luo Zhen for his limited vocabulary; this is the only adjective he could come up with.

Perhaps a Yamato Nadeshiko could also be used to describe her?

Luo Zhen, who had lamented his lack of vocabulary for what felt like the umpteenth time, decided to go back and improve himself.

"It's Senior Luo Zhen."

A girl who resembled Hirasawa Yui by about 80% peeked out.

This is Yui Hirasawa's younger sister, Yui Hirasawa.

She is a lively and cheerful girl, much more mature in personality than Yui Hirasawa.

Sometimes, even Luo Zhen feels that Hirasawa Yu is the older sister.

After all, it's usually Hirasawa Yui who takes care of Hirasawa Yui, and even the lunch boxes are made by Hirasawa Yui.