Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

He has been very careful to remove fingerprints and takes precautions to prevent them from getting on his skin.

Although it will require buying explosives from those underground rats again, and they may be ripped off again.

But it is not important.

In fact, by now, Moriya Teiji's plans for the future have been basically disrupted.

Originally, I was thinking of blowing up my failed projects and taking care of some annoying guys as well.

Then continue to explore the beauty of symmetry, leaving behind more beautiful symmetrical buildings in the world.

Who knows, it might even be written into textbooks in the future?

For someone with an artistic pursuit, this might be their lifelong dream.

Even decades or centuries later, one's own works will be mentioned, and one's own name will appear in books.

However, the thing in front of him, or rather, the thing on his chest, completely disrupted his plans.

Task changed.

The original mission was to become a designer who would be remembered in history.

Now we need to figure out how to get rid of this darn thing.

He's not even fifty yet.

There is still plenty of time to design your own work.

In his view, the golden age for a designer is after forty.

After all, one must first work hard to learn various kinds of knowledge, understand various schools of thought, and delve into their essence.

Develop your own style and refine it. Then, take on design projects that you don't particularly like or appreciate to accumulate experience and reputation.

This way, you can showcase your talent later.

Having completed the above preparations, Moriya Teiji was ready to make his move.

He didn't want to waste the rest of his life on this inhuman, ghostly thing.

That's so stupid.

Batou, who was attached to Teiji Moriya's chest, glanced at the man.

He doesn't have the ability to read minds.

But given their current special circumstances, they can still get a sense of what this guy is thinking.

Want to get rid of me?

Coincidentally, that's what I thought too.

He's incompetent and has too many problems.

You still need to find someone who is obedient.

The person and the mask remained silent for a while, and the tense atmosphere in the air eased slightly.

Then at a certain moment, all those ghostly soldiers vanished into the darkness.

Upon noticing this scene, Teiji Moriya let out a long sigh of relief.

Finally, it seems that this hurdle has been temporarily overcome.

perhaps?

"who?!"

Suddenly, Batou, who was on Moriya Teiji's chest, shouted loudly.

His voice was filled with unease and surprise.

"Who? Who?"

Moriya Teiji looked puzzled.

What happened so suddenly?

"Those ghostly soldiers were wiped out in an instant."

His crimson eyes darted back and forth, seemingly searching for the one who had made the move in the shadows.

There are humans who can scatter the ghost soldiers.

But he was the first person to strike in an instant and disperse a large group of ghost soldiers before he even noticed.

How can this be? !

Even for Tara, it would be extremely difficult to do something without him noticing.

Ghost Soldiers?

Moriya Teiji blinked blankly, seemingly not understanding what the other person was saying.

Weren't all those ghost soldiers we sent out wiped out long ago?

Why are you still talking about this now...?

Moriya Teiji belatedly realized this.

Could those ghostly soldiers have been killed by someone?

The idea suddenly popped into my head.

And it quickly filled my entire head.

Moriya Teiji, who had calmed down somewhat, immediately panicked.

"Calm down, you idiot!"

Batou, who was already irritable, became even more irritable under the influence of Teiji Moriya.

After scolding Moriya Teiji, he shouted loudly:

"Who exactly is this person?!"

"Come out quickly!"

"Shh..."

About two or three seconds after Bart's voice fell silent, a third voice came from inside the room.

Two hands reached out from the darkness.

One hand gripped Moriya Teiji's head, while the other pressed down on Batou's face.

With a loud bang, he slammed him against the wall.

In the darkness, a young man whose face was obscured spoke softly:

"Be quiet."

"It's already evening, and if we make too much noise, it will disturb the neighbors."

"Be a person of good manners."

The whispers in my ear sent chills down my spine.

The face, mostly shrouded in darkness, made its expression impossible to discern.

But under the bright moonlight, one could vaguely see the slightly upturned corners of his mouth.

It seemed as if something pleasant had happened.

This appearance is chilling.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the moonlight outside the window seems to have taken on a scarlet, blood-red hue.

That face with its faint smile looked even more eerie.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"

With his head being pressed down, Moriya Teiji's eyes widened, the whites of his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

He desperately wanted to shout out loud to vent his fear and anger.

But he can't.

Even when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound.

It's like a robot that has had its talking function removed.

The same was true of Bart, who was attached to his chest.

The already terrifying ghost face became even more ferocious at this moment.

At this moment, his heart was filled with the same fear as Moriya Teiji.

Because compared to Teiji Moriya, he could more clearly sense just how terrifying this human in front of him truly was.

The dark room was completely silent.

There was no trace of the ghost soldiers, nor did Batou and Moriya Teiji shout in panic.

Only one human's self-introduction rang out:

"My name is Luo Zhen, and I am 19 years old."

"Currently working at the Japan branch of the Human Rights Agency."

"Specially responsible for dealing with people like you."

Chapter 1078 As agreed, I'll kill you.

Inside the metal room, Moriya Teiji, dressed in prison clothes and with shackles on his wrists, stared blankly at the smooth ceiling.

Task changed.

The original task was to get rid of that lousy thing and continue his design career.

The current priority is to find a way to survive.

After the young-looking man appeared, he immediately ripped off the mask from his chest.

I originally thought I could successfully get rid of that thing.

As a result, I was locked up in this lousy place.

Honestly, I feel like there's no hope left in my life.

He raised his hand and glanced at the shackles on his wrist that looked rather high-tech.

Teiji Moriya let out a long sigh.

From a famous designer to a prisoner.

This subtle sense of disparity is truly unsettling.

Most people would probably find this very difficult to accept.

But Teiji Moriya said he was fine.

According to the person whose name was Luo Zhen.

If you are simply possessed, you will be put back after your memories are erased.

But who can blame him when he's the criminal who wanted to cause a massive explosion?

Although it was an attempt, it was still quite egregious.

So, unsurprisingly, he was listed as a criminal.

I was just dragged into being a D-class member.

He wasn't quite sure what a Class D member was.

It probably isn't anything good.

I guess they'll be used as guinea pigs or something.

After all, I'm not a good person myself.

How pathetic I am.

Even now, Teiji Moriya's mind is still filled with thoughts of his imperfect buildings and unfinished design drafts.

I don't feel much remorse for my actions.