Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Although Yato gradually learned to face the world with enthusiasm during the mundane life of the past hundred years, his personality slowly shifted from that of a lofty god to that of a flesh-and-blood human being.

But don't forget, he is a god of calamity.

Countless souls perished at his hands.

This bloody past has long been an inseparable part of Yato's life, buried deep in his heart.

Raising his hand, a sharp blade of light slashed towards the ferocious beast.

"【Hand of Hell】!"

The enormous, rotting hands reached out to grab Yato, and the nauseating stench of decay seemed to fill the air.

However, Yato remained unfazed and swung his long sword to cut him in two.

Without giving the demon beast any chance to resist or catch its breath, Yato suddenly closed in on it.

With a flash of swords, the battle came to an end.

From any perspective, the Demon Beast has no chance of winning against Yato.

With a slight flick of his wrist, Yato flung the long sword from his hand.

A light shone forth, and upon landing, it transformed into a young girl.

"As expected of Yato."

Kaori Miyazono, or rather Kanade, said with a light laugh.

She had absolute trust in Yato.

"Of course, I am the God of Night."

After the battle, Yato returned to his usual carefree self.

Yato took off his gloves and stuffed them into his pocket, a hint of pride on his face.

Seeing this, Zouyin's smile widened even more.

Although Yato is cool and ruthless during battles, he also gives off a very reliable vibe.

But Kanade still prefers Yato's usual carefree and cheerful demeanor.

She could sense that Yato was hiding something in his heart.

But she never asked.

If Yato wants to say it, he will say it someday.

Zouyin thought to herself.

For Kanade, who has no memory of her past life, Yato is the only person she can trust in her life.

Shortly after Yato's battle ended, the other little knight also finished his battle.

Watching the Digimon being placed into the containment box, the little knight placed the bone nail in his hand behind his back to secure it.

I found a bench, sat down, and quietly watched the special forces soldiers carry out containment work.

A flicker of emotion seemed to pass through his large, dark eyes.

Having been in this world for so long, the little knight sometimes thinks about his original world.

As a container, its task and purpose is to seal the ancient god's radiance.

That was his original belief.

Not only him, but all containers are like this.

It was for this reason that the vessels that were disposed of by the White King still chose to return to Hallownest after the seal was leaked, embarking on a journey to seal the Radiance of the Old God.

Perhaps it cannot be called a journey.

Unlike the perfect containers that the White King has carefully cultivated, these containers are 'defective products'.

There were no powerful spells, no exquisite swordsmanship, and no sharp weapons.

They weren't much stronger than other insects when they first entered Hallownest.

If you look closely, you can find many containers containing corpses.

For example, when they first met the Wasp, or in Nosk's lair.

At one point, the little knight suddenly had an idea.

Go back and seal the radiance.

By the time it left, the plague of Radiance had already spread very severely.

Jumping off the seat, the little knight, with his short legs, boarded the motorized vehicle.

It plans to go back when Luo Zhen has time.

Tokyo--

A little Devimon cautiously weaved through the alleyways.

Occasionally, a few rays of sunlight would pierce through the gaps in the building and fall on the little devilmon.

The stitches were so conspicuous.

After flying for a while, 'Little Devilmon' found a manhole cover and landed on it.

Its round body twisted and transformed into a long snake, disappearing into the crevice.

"Mmm~ It's still more comfortable like this."

In the sewer, a naked man stretched lazily.

Although it can transform into various shapes, it's still most comfortable to use a human body.

It may be because it is a cursed spirit born from human resentment.

It could simply be because they're used to using human form all the time.

He pulled out some clothes from somewhere, put them on, and hummed a little tune as he returned to his little nest.

"Digimon, an organization of humans."

Lying in a makeshift hammock, the man casually flipped through the book in his hands.

As he pondered the information he had obtained from that previous Digimon, a smile slowly crept across his face.

"It's so interesting!"

A twisted, crazed smile appeared on the real person's face.

If the director of the mental hospital saw that exaggerated smile, he'd have a full year's performance bonus.

"Well, you think so too, Mr. Murderer."

He lowered his head, and the real person smiled maliciously.

Not far from it, a disheveled man in a worker's uniform stared at the monster with hatred.

Some time ago, he was identified by the police as the murderer who killed his colleague.

He resisted arrest fiercely and killed a police officer, and is now wanted by the police.

That's what people are saying.

Only he himself knew that he was innocent.

This guy is the one who's behind all this.

However, he was unable to prove his innocence, and could not even control his own life.

The world has never truly been at peace.

Things are always happening where you can't see them.

Chapter 514 A Small Shrine

On the rooftop, a young man quietly looked down at the crowds coming and going on the ground.

His icy blue pupils seemed devoid of any emotion, like those of a high and mighty god.

However, this handsome look was broken by himself in just a few seconds.

"The wind is so noisy today."

Staring at the view below the tall building for a long time without being able to come up with any beautiful words, Yato said dryly.

"Yato, what are you doing?"

With a puzzled look on her face, Zouyin asked in confusion.

I don't know what's gotten into Yato, he suddenly put on such a deep and serious look.

Then I managed to squeeze out this sentence.

Actually, Yato was quite handsome when he wasn't talking; he had a cool and aloof god-like aura.

However, this image was shattered the moment he opened his mouth.

For some reason, Yato's way of speaking has an inexplicable comedic quality.

At least that's how it seems to be, based on the playing.

The monster expressed its disagreement with this.

As the man pointed the knife at the victim, he muttered:

"Those who caused unrest in Toyoashihara, submit to the might of the Yuki-giri (snow weapon), and vanquish all filth and barriers."

At that moment, the Fierce Beast had only one feeling in its heart.

My heart feels cool and my heart is soaring.

Not only psychologically, but also physically.

"Just a moment of reflection."

Like a teenage boy whose mother has discovered inappropriate books, Yato offered a somewhat embarrassed explanation.

If Kanade's personality were either carefree or serious, Yato could easily fool her with his usual lighthearted and humorous style.

But the playing tone is not that type.

Whenever Yato tries to gloss over something with a laugh, Kanade looks at him with expectant eyes.

That look in his eyes was very difficult for Yato to handle.

If that doesn't work, she'll grab Yato's arm and start acting cute.

He's clearly a bit of a schemer.

Yato thought to himself, "This is what I'm thinking."

"By the way, what's that in your hand?"

Noticing that Kanade was carrying a small package, Yato asked her about it with some curiosity.

The beautiful packaging is decorated with a ribbon tied into a bow.

You can tell at a glance that this is a gift for someone else.

It was definitely a gift for me.

Yato thought to himself with a touch of smug satisfaction.

that's the truth.

"Now, here you go."

Kanade handed the gift to Yato, looking at him expectantly, the meaning in her eyes self-evident.

With a somewhat helpless smile, Yato opened the gift in front of Kanon.

The gift that Kanade had carefully prepared appeared before Yato.

"This, this is?!"

What appeared in Yato's eyes was a beautifully crafted little shrine.

The shrine is small, about the size of a normal person's head.