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Ibuki: Ibuki. That’s what you can call me. And don't bother with the honorifics.
Kagetoki: Forgive me, but your family name?
Ibuki: I don't have one....... Or so I’d like to say, but how about we play a little game?
Ibuki: If you can beat me, I’ll let you in on the secret of who I really am.
(He has such a mysterious air about him. Since he's here, I assume he's one of the court nobles, but......)
Noble 1: ......Now, who was that again?
Noble 2: I haven't the slightest idea. I heard he was introduced by the Kuze family, but as for his identity......
(Even the people here don't know who he is?)
Kagetoki-san stared at the man calling himself Ibuki with eyes devoid of any warmth.
Kagetoki: Let us hear the terms of this match.
Ibuki: How about shogi? Do you know how to play?
Kagetoki: Well enough to pass the time.
Ibuki: Good. I’ve been starving for a decent opponent.
Ibuki pulled Kagetoki-san along toward a corner of the room.
Laid out there, alongside sets for sugoroku and other games, were a lacquered shogi board and its pieces.
Ibuki: Shall we begin?
Kagetoki: Very well.
The court nobles watched the two of them with suspicious eyes......
But perhaps because they were still smarting from being put in their place by Kagetoki-san earlier, none of them tried to approach.
Kagetoki: Yoshino, sit here beside me.
Yoshino: Yes!
(Kagetoki-san went out of his way to accept this match, which must mean he's that curious about this man's identity.)
(I should stay quiet so I don't get in the way.)
Ibuki and Kagetoki-san sat across from each other and began arranging the pieces.
Kagetoki-san made his opening move without a moment's hesitation.
Kagetoki, Ibuki: .........
Afterward—the rhythmic click, click of the pieces continued as the two moved them one after another across the board.
(It looks like they’re both playing without even stopping to think......)
A change finally occurred a short while after the match had begun.
Ibuki stared down at the board, his hand pausing for the first time as if in hesitation.
Ibuki: Tsk. You play a nasty offensive game.
Kagetoki: It was your mistake to play around while testing my reactions. Do you require an apology?
Ibuki: Hardly. I’ll be the one thanking you for making this interesting.
A flash of joy, like a bolt of lightning, flickered in the depths of Ibuki's eyes.
Ibuki: Come to think of it, we never decided on the terms for if I win.
Kagetoki: Ah, my apologies. I simply didn't see the necessity in planning for an impossible future.
Ibuki: You certainly know how to provoke a man. I only hope your shogi is as strong as your tongue.
Ibuki: If I win, I’m taking that woman. —How does that sound?
Yoshino: Eh?
Kagetoki: How wretched of you to covet another man’s dog. Your upbringing is showing.
Ibuki: I have good taste, don't I?
He looked down at me, and I felt an instinctive sense of danger, but......
(If Kagetoki-san is fighting, I don't want to just sit here being afraid.)
Yoshino: ......Fine. If you lose, I’ll be yours.
Kagetoki: ......Yoshino.
Ibuki: Oh? You aren't worried?
Yoshino: I’m not worried. ......After all, you aren't going to tell me that you can't win, are you? Right, Kagetoki-san?
Meeting my direct gaze, Kagetoki-san let one corner of his mouth curl upward.
Kagetoki: You’ve become quite adept at goading me when I least expect it.
Ibuki: And here I thought you were just some simple, naive woman, but it seems you’ve got a backbone. I’m starting to find you rather intriguing.
Ibuki: The real match starts now.
But then......
Ibuki: ......?
Just as Ibuki was about to move a piece, he suddenly glanced behind him.
Kagetoki: Is something the matter?
Ibuki: —Unfortunately, it seems something has come up.
(I wonder what happened?)
Ibuki stood up, his brow furrowed in a look of slight displeasure.
Then, he cast one last lingering look at the shogi board, as if loath to leave it.
Ibuki: Kagetoki—we’re finishing this somewhere else, without fail.
Kagetoki: ........
Kagetoki-san watched Ibuki's retreating back as he threaded his way through the nobles toward the door.
Kagetoki: Let’s go.
Yoshino: Ah, right!
We stood up immediately to follow after him.
But strangely enough—once Ibuki stepped outside the estate, he vanished like a ghost into thin air.
Yoshino: We lost him......
Kagetoki: Yes. He was so blatantly suspicious that it is a pity we couldn't uncover his true identity.
Kagetoki: Nevertheless, I have gathered the information I came for. Let us take our leave from this tiresome place.
...
Around the time Yoshino and Kagetoki headed back to their subordinates waiting on the outskirts of Kyoto, Ibuki was......
Yasuchika: You're late.
Ibuki: I was just getting to the good part when you called me away with that strange trick of yours.
Ibuki pulled a paper doll from his sleeve and thrust it toward Yasuchika.
Ibuki: I was surprised when your shikigami suddenly started tugging on my sleeve.
Yasuchika: Would you have preferred I ordered it to stab you in the back without warning?
Yasuchika glared at Ibuki, making no effort to hide his hostility.
Yasuchika: I’m pretty sure I told you to refrain from acting on your own, didn't I?
Yasuchika: If Kage-san ever catches a glimpse of your tail, it’s all over.
Ibuki: He’s certainly sharp, I’ll give you that.
Ibuki: Not just at shogi, either......
Ibuki: Right up until I called out to him, he was busy siphoning information from every noble in that room and analyzing it on the fly.
Yasuchika: ......Honestly, Kage-san is such a nuisance. Because of him, the Shogunate has far too few blind spots.
His dark eyes remained fixed on the shadows of the back alley.
Yasuchika: We’ll have to do something about that.
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At dusk, Kagetoki-san and I were galloping along to join the investigation of the mountain village.
Riding behind Kagetoki-san on his horse, I was just starting to feel the wind against my face when......
Kagetoki: —It seems something has happened.
Yoshino: Eh?
Samurai 1: Kagetoki-sama!
One of Kagetoki-san's subordinates came racing toward us from ahead, the sound of hooves thundering.
Samurai 1: I have a report! Matsue-dono has......!
Kagetoki: ......
(What happened to Matsue-san!?)
Seeing the pale face of the subordinate, a sickening sense of dread crawled up my spine.
We were guided to a cluster of trees deep at the foot of the mountain.
(No...... Someone is lying there...... Matsue-san!)
Samurai 2: Ah, Kagetoki-sama!
The other men were gathered around Matsue-san, who lay motionless on the ground.
Kagetoki: ......Matsue.
Matsue-san’s chest was stained a deep crimson, and his stiffened body didn't show even the slightest sign of movement.
Trembling, I reached out to check his pulse, but nothing came from his cold wrist.
(Oh no, why—)
Samurai 3: He...... passed away just moments ago.
Stunned, I looked around and noticed three unfamiliar men lying dead nearby.
When I finally looked up at Kagetoki-san, the eyes behind his glasses were frozen in a deep, silent chill.
Kagetoki: Judging by their equipment, are these the mercenaries we were looking for?
Kagetoki: —Explain the situation.
Samurai 4: Matsue-dono was investigating this area alone when he spotted a child who had escaped from the occupied village......
Samurai 4: The child had been caught by the pursuing mercenaries and was on the verge of being killed.
Samurai 4: Matsue-dono leaped from his hiding spot to save the child. But......
Kagetoki: In doing so, he sustained injuries that caused him to draw his final breath.
(How could this happen......)
Once this job was over, Matsue-san was supposed to spend the rest of his life in happiness with his grandson.
(To think it could all be snatched away so easily like this.)
Samurai 4: We rushed here as soon as we realized something was wrong, but his wounds were far too deep......
Every man there bit his lip, struggling to stifle their grief.
A heavy, oppressive silence dominated the air until......
Samurai 5: Dammit, we can't just back down like this......!
Samurai 6: He’s right! We can't forgive the bastards who murdered one of our own!
As one man raised his voice, the others followed suit in quick succession.
Samurai 7: But with only this many of us......
The commotion among the men ceased instantly the moment Kagetoki-san spoke again.
Kagetoki: Report what you have gathered regarding the occupied village.
Samurai 1: ......The mercenaries have taken control of the villagers through force. By taking the women and children hostage, they have turned the men into slaves.
Samurai 1: There are few paths leading to the village, and all of them offer a clear line of sight. They have lookouts posted in shifts day and night.
Kagetoki: Then a group of armed samurai would certainly be noticed if they approached carelessly.
Kagetoki: If we are fired upon by arrows from the summit before we even finish the climb, our inferior numbers would be easily wiped out.
(......This is an incredibly difficult situation. We didn't come prepared for an actual battle.)
Kagetoki: This mission was for investigation, not combat.
Kagetoki: Matsue should have understood that. And yet.
Kagetoki: —It seems he allowed his sentiments to get the better of him.
At that unreadable murmur, several of the men looked up in shock.
Samurai 3: With all due respect! Matsue-dono was more loyal to you than anyone, Kagetoki-sama......!
Kagetoki: And does that have anything to do with what transpired here?
Samurai: ......!
The sheer coldness in his voice seemed to sew their lips shut.
(Kagetoki-san......)
Even those who had been burning with such fiery indignation couldn't bring themselves to shout a protest.
However, as they clenched their fists so tightly their nails dug into their palms, I knew they were far from accepting Kagetoki-san's words.
Unconcerned with their reaction, Kagetoki-san knelt by Matsue-san’s side.
Kagetoki: .........
Kagetoki-san covered Matsue-san’s eyes with his palm, closing the lids.
Next, he took the elderly, limp hand in his own, and silence fell over us.
(......What is Kagetoki-san thinking right now?)
The others exchanged bewildered glances as they looked at Kagetoki-san, whose lips were twisted slightly.
In that split second—one of the fallen mercenaries suddenly sprang up.
Mercenary: You fool! Die—!
Yoshino: Watch out!
The mercenary lunged from behind, swinging his blade down toward Kagetoki-san’s neck.
Mercenary: ......!? G-gah......
Kagetoki: —
(Wait, what just......)
Still resting on one knee and without even turning around, Kagetoki-san had cut the enemy down.
(When did he draw his sword? I didn't see a thing.)
Kagetoki: Bow your head in the presence of the dead.
Just as he said, the man collapsed, never to lift his head again.
Blood dripping from the blade stained the grass.
Kagetoki: Silence is far more preferable.
Kagetoki-san’s voice dominated the air, so much so that even the wind rustling through the trees seemed to go still.
(Is he angry? Or is he—)
(Grieving?)
As he flicked the droplets of blood from his sword, a fleeting emotion—like the bitter taste of something swallowed—crossed his frozen profile.
Kagetoki: Now, shall we begin our preparations?
(Eh......?)
Samurai 2: U-um, preparations for...... what exactly?
Kagetoki: If one is to eat poison, one might as well finish the plate. Fortunately, I have already secured the necessary information and laid the groundwork, just in case.
Kagetoki: No matter how much mercenary hunting we do here, the involved nobles won't be able to lodge a formal complaint.
Kagetoki: To do so would force them to explain their own shady dealings.
Kagetoki-san slowly looked around at the faces of his men.
Kagetoki: I suspect these men are mere underlings. Striking them won't lead us to the mastermind anyway, but......
Kagetoki: We can at least make it clear they are not to attempt anything foolish in the future.
Samurai 1: Then......!
Kagetoki: Since we are currently preparing for the great war against the rebels, we should eliminate as many unnecessary obstacles as possible.
Kagetoki: If that is the case, there is only one thing left for us to do.
A killing intent so sharp it felt suffocating began to radiate from Kagetoki-san.
Kagetoki: Every last one of these pests who might dare oppose the Kamakura Shogunate in the future—kill them all.
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Chapter 10 Normal Story
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Masamune: Ieyasu? I passed him in the hallway just a moment ago.
Keiji: I saw Ieyasu in the main hall with Hideyoshi.
Hideyoshi: Our discussion finished about an hour ago. Ieyasu? He mentioned he was going to stop by the library.
Mitsunari: I searched the library first, but I couldn't find any sign of him. I wonder where he could have gone......
Hideyoshi: What, have you still not managed to apologize to only him yet?
Mitsunari: Yes, I haven't been able to meet with him at all.
Immediately after returning to Azuchi Castle, Mitsunari went to each of the warlords to offer his apologies.
Beginning with Hideyoshi, the warlords had heard the details from Nobunaga and accepted Mitsunari’s actions in driving back Kicho and Motonari’s faction.
However, no matter how much he searched, he still couldn't find Ieyasu.
Mitsunari: I’ve even visited his manor and search for him every day, but...... strangely enough, I just can't seem to run into him.
Hideyoshi: Ah—...... I see. That is strang—......
Hideyoshi’s voice trailed off as a shadow appeared from behind him.
Mitsuhide: I see. In that case, you’re being avoided.
Mitsunari: Mitsuhide-sama......
Hideyoshi: G-gah, when did you get here?
Mitsuhide: Just now. I thought I heard a rather interesting conversation taking place.
Hideyoshi: That doesn't mean you should walk around without making a sound.
Mitsunari: Being avoided...... So that really is why I haven't been able to see him.
Hideyoshi: Ah? No...... I mean, that’s probably not it, right? He’s just busy and......
Mitsunari: No, it’s exactly as Mitsuhide-sama says. I’ve done something that makes being avoided only natural.
Hideyoshi glared at Mitsuhide as Mitsunari’s shoulders slumped in disappointment.
Hideyoshi: Mitsuhide, don't say unnecessary things.
Mitsuhide: Hideyoshi, being overprotective isn't good for him, you know.
Hideyoshi: I’m not being overprotective; it’s called being considerate.
Mitsunari: Truly a motherly figure—I could learn a thing or two from that phrasing. More importantly—
Mitsuhide: Mitsunari, what do you plan to do once you meet Ieyasu? Do you intend to keep chasing him until he accepts your apology?
At the blunt question, Mitsunari shook his head.
Mitsunari: Whether or not he accepts it is for Ieyasu-sama to decide.
Mitsunari: I simply wished to offer a formal apology.
Mitsunari: If it truly is a nuisance to him, then I intend to give up.
Faced with that earnest gaze, Mitsuhide wore a wicked smile.
Mitsuhide: I see. Then come with me. I’ll lead you to Ieyasu’s hiding spot.
Mitsunari: Eh......
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Mitsuhide: You two, stay silent from here on out.
Mitsunari: This place is......
The place Mitsuhide led Mitsunari and Hideyoshi while masking their presence was in front of the library.
Hideyoshi: What are you playing at? Mitsunari just said Ieyasu wasn't in here......
Mitsuhide: Shh......
Raising a finger to his lips, Mitsuhide placed a hand on the library door—
Ieyasu: .....!
When he threw the door open with a flourish, there was Ieyasu.
Mitsunari: Ieyasu-sama!
Mitsuhide: Good for you, Mitsunari. You’ve finally found the person you’ve been pining for.
Hideyoshi: Ieyasu? Why are you in here...... Wait, were you actually hiding from Mitsunari......?
Ieyasu: I wasn't hiding, okay?
After a moment of being stunned, Ieyasu immediately scrunched his brow.
Ieyasu: More importantly, what do you all want? I’m leaving, so get out of my way.
Mitsuhide: Now, now, don't say that.
Mitsuhide blocked Ieyasu as he tried to push his way past.
Mitsuhide: The war is finally over. You should take a moment to relax.
Ieyasu: Huh? I’m busy, so don't be a nuisance.
Mitsuhide: It’s not a nuisance; it’s called being considerate.
Mitsuhide: Mitsunari, you should relax with him.
Mitsunari: Wha......?
Mitsunari stumbled forward as he was pushed by the shoulder.
Mitsunari: W-Wait, Mitsuhide-sama?
Mitsuhide: Farewell.
Hideyoshi: Ah, hey!
Mitsuhide dragged Hideyoshi outside.
Immediately after, the door closed with a heavy thud in front of Mitsunari and Ieyasu.
Ieyasu: You’ve got to be kidding me...... How the hell is this considerate?
He tried to move the door, but it wouldn't budge an inch.
Ieyasu: Dammit...... Of course he locked us in.
Ieyasu: At this rate, I’ll have to break it down even if I have to—
Mitsunari: Ieyasu-sama, I am truly sorry.
Ieyasu: .......
Ieyasu turned back toward Mitsunari, who was bowing his head deeply.
Ieyasu: What is it now? You already settled things in your own way. Why did you bother coming here to apologize again?
Ieyasu: Just so you know, I’m not so bored that I have time to keep dealing with you over and over.
Mitsunari: Yes, I am well aware of how busy you are, Ieyasu-sama.
Mitsunari: You never miss a day of training, you spend every spare moment studying medicine, and you read such a wide variety of academic texts—your erudition is truly respect—
Ieyasu: G-gah, you're the one who reads more books than anyone. Fine, whatever. if you want to apologize that badly, just get it over with already.
Ieyasu: I’ll listen, but this is the last time.
Faced with Ieyasu’s sharp gaze, Mitsunari straightened his posture.
Mitsunari: Then, let me formally offer my deepest apologies for the great deal of trouble I have caused you.
Mitsunari: Ordinarily, betrayal is something I should atone for with my life, but......
Mitsunari: I promised Mai-sama that I would live no matter what. I am truly sorry.
Mitsunari: If there is any punishment you wish to impose upon me, I intend to accept it in its entirety.
Ieyasu: You...... Aside from dying, you really do mean to accept any punishment, don't you?
Mitsunari: Yes, of course.
Ieyasu let out a sigh that sounded utterly exhausted.
Ieyasu: Ugh, you're such a hopeless case. Don't bow your head so easily. It’s irritating.
Mitsunari: I did not do so lightly. But you truly are kind, Ieyasu-sama.
Ieyasu: What’s that supposed to mean...... Now I’m actually pissed.
Mitsunari: Ieyasu-sama?
Suddenly, Ieyasu grabbed Mitsunari by the head—
Mitsunari: Nngh......!
Mitsunari recoiled as Ieyasu delivered a forceful headbutt.
Mitsunari: Why...... would you do such a thing?
Ieyasu: Mitsunari! I'm only going to say this once, so listen well.
Ieyasu: The victory achieved by your strategy in that battle wasn't just a result of military force.
Ieyasu: Your convictions triumphed over their malicious schemes.
Ieyasu: I heard about the town and the village you were involved in reconstructing before.
Ieyasu: A village that was once destroyed stood back up, and by contributing to the victory with their own hands, they reclaimed their sense of worth and dignity.
Ieyasu: The town that betrayed them atoned for their sins through their devotion and sense of duty to you, and the village and town were reborn as a new community, right?
Ieyasu: The judgment you handed down awakened the goodness in people without shedding blood.
Ieyasu: You need to realize that you achieved the most difficult objective of all.
Mitsunari: .........
Ieyasu: Besides, the fact that you betrayed us only to stall me specifically really pisses me off.
Ieyasu: If you ever betray me again, do it with the intent to kill me. I hate that side of you.
As Ieyasu finished his outburst, Mitsunari offered a gentle smile.
Mitsunari: I won't betray anyone ever again.
Ieyasu: ......Suit yourself.
Mitsunari: I will.
As Ieyasu turned his back, Mitsunari bowed his head deeply once more.
Ieyasu: ......What are you doing? Don't just stand there dazed, help me.
Mitsunari: Eh?
Ieyasu: Thanks to you, I have a mountain of paperwork to deal with to get the territory back in order.
Ieyasu: There are a lot of materials here, so help me carry them back to my manor.
Mitsunari: Yes! I would be delighted to.
As Mitsunari happily reached out his hand, Ieyasu suddenly stopped him from taking the documents.
Ieyasu: Wait, don't carry them.
Mitsunari: No, I truly want to help. You really are so considerate, Ieyasu-sama.
Ieyasu: I just don't want you dropping everything and ruining the records.
Mitsunari: Hehe...... You’re even kind to your books, Ieyasu-sama.
Ieyasu: God...... I really do feel like you're finally back.
Without hiding his look of dissatisfaction, Ieyasu set the documents aside and pointed toward the shelves.
Ieyasu: I’ll handle the carrying, so you pick out the books. I was just thinking I wanted to learn some new tactics.
Mitsunari: What sort of subject are you looking for?
Ieyasu: Let's see...... I want to know more about cannons and gunpowder.
Mitsunari: Understood. I shall put my heart and soul into selecting them for you.
Mitsunari accepted Ieyasu’s own form of forgiveness with a smile......
And the two of them began to look through the books side by side.
...
I went to greet Mitsunari-kun when he returned home around sunset.
Mai: Welcome back, Mitsunari-kun. Did you manage to see Ieyasu today?
Mitsunari: Yes, I finally managed to see him, and he accepted my apology with a heart as vast as the ocean.
Mai: I see, that’s wonderful!
(I’m so relieved. Mitsunari-kun had been worrying about that for so long.)
Mitsunari: However, I was locked away, so my return was delayed.
Mai: Wait, you were locked away? By Ieyasu?
Mitsunari: No, it was Mitsuhide-sama. Hideyoshi-sama eventually came to my rescue.
(A kidnapping at Azuchi Castle?)
Mai: Oh...... Now that I look closely, your forehead is a bit red.
Mitsunari: Ah, that is from the headbutt I received.
(And now an assault!)
All sorts of dangerous scenarios flashed through my mind, but Mitsunari-kun remained perfectly cheerful.
Mai: Um, I don't quite understand the situation, but it sounds like you had a rough time.
Mitsunari: Yes, but thanks to that, I had a very pleasant stay.
Mitsunari: I feel as though time simply flies by whenever I have the chance to speak with Ieyasu-sama.
(There it is, that angelic smile I haven't seen in a while......)
(He must be so happy that he finally made up with Ieyasu.)
While I felt relieved seeing his eyes so clear and bright......
Mai: I’m starting to get a little bit jealous.
Mitsunari: Eh?
I leaned in close and looked up at his face with a pout.
Mai: You like Ieyasu so much that it's making me envious.
Mitsunari: ......
Mai: Hehe, just kidding!
(More than anything, what matters is that Mitsunari-kun has a place where he can feel at peace and let his talents shine.)
(I want him to keep treasuring his bond with everyone, including Ieyasu, from here on out.)
Mitsunari: I wouldn't mind if you were more jealous, you know?
Mai: Eh......!
Mitsunari: Please, be as envious as you like. It makes me happy to know you care for me that much.
(That was such an unexpected response!)
Mitsunari: Of course, after the jealousy comes......
Mai: Nnh...... ah......
My cheeks flushed as he sealed my lips with a kiss, leaving no room for escape.
Mitsunari: I will do my best to make sure you feel secure.
(When he says things like that with a smile like that, I have no choice but to nod.)
Mai: Then make sure you give me plenty of reasons to be jealous in the future, too.
I gave him a shy smile, and he gently pulled me into his arms.
Mitsunari: Yes, with pleasure.
(Mm, ah......)
Obeying the command in his gaze, I lowered my eyelids as kisses fell over my eyes and the tip of my nose like falling petals.
Mitsunari: May I continue to seek you like this?
Mai: G-gah...... You don't even have to ask.
Mitsunari: I want to hear it from you. I want to hear the words that say you accept me.
(Mitsunari-kun is a little bit unfair at times like this.)
(But...... I love it.)
Mai: I love you...... I want you to love me with everything you have.
Mitsunari: .......Yes, I will do my best to ensure you are satisfied.
Mai: Ah...... nnh......
Our lips met once more, and his warm tongue slid inside.
That wet, soft sensation filled me, making me feel as though I were melting from my toes upward.
Mai: Nnh, ha...... ah......
My breathing grew ragged and labored, yet I couldn't stop myself from wanting even more of him.
Mitsunari: No matter how much I touch you, I cannot feel satisfied...... It is almost troubling how much I love you......
(Me too......)
We entwined our fingers, clinging to one another as if we never wanted to let go.
While our hearts burned with the heat of our affection, we continued to share our deepest feelings.
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(Mm...... was I...... sleeping?)
I felt the sensation of fingertips brushing through my hair and opened my eyes......
Mitsunari: My apologies. Did I wake you?
My gaze met Mitsunari-kun’s. His sleepwear was slightly disheveled, and he looked endearingly listless.
(Ugh, he’s a bit too much for my heart to handle right now......)
Still under the covers, Mitsunari-kun was stroking the hair of the woman he held in his arms with his long fingers.
Mai: ......The feeling of you touching my hair was so nice that it woke me up.
It was still dark beyond the shoji screens, with no sign of the sun rising just yet.
(It seems like it’s still the middle of the night......)
Mai: Have you been awake this whole time, Mitsunari-kun?
Mitsunari: I was captivated by the sight of you.
Mitsunari: Seeing the way you entrust yourself to me so defenselessly is so precious. ......I simply couldn't take my eyes off you.
Mai: Nnh, ah......
A bashful Mitsunari-kun gently nibbled at my lips.
(I feel like the heat is going to come rushing back again.)
Remembering the warmth we shared moments ago, my cheeks began to burn with a slow flush.
Mai: Jeez...... Now I'm wide awake.
Mitsunari: Then, if it is alright with you, Mai-sama, may we talk for a while?
Mai: Of course, I’d love to.
When I nodded, Mitsunari-kun let out a faint breath—
Mitsunari: .......During this battle, I truly did not want to lose you.
Mitsunari: For the sake of your safety, I even considered a future where the warring era would never end. ......There was a moment where I felt that way.
Mai: I see.
(Even while he was betraying the army, he had intended to crush Kicho-san’s plans from the start.)
(But even so, he must have been struggling with a lot of inner conflict.)
Mitsunari: Until now, I felt that I was a different kind of person from those like Kicho-dono and Motonari-dono, who spread calamity.
Mitsunari: But I was wrong. The same dark impulses were submerged within me as well.
Mitsunari: No—perhaps it isn't just me. Any human being is capable of sinking into the darkness if it is for the sake of protecting someone precious to them.
Mitsunari: I have finally realized that truth.
(The look on his face is different from before. I feel like he’s become even more fearless......)
(It’s incredible...... This man is growing even further, swallowing up even the dregs of malice.)
Mai: I’m so proud of you, Mitsunari-kun.
Mai: I can really feel how much you’ve grown, both as a warlord and as a person.
Mitsunari: Eh......
After blinking his long, narrow eyes several times, Mitsunari-kun let a smile escape and stole a kiss from my lips.
Mitsunari: I am honored. However, that is surely only because you are by my side.
Mitsunari: I am being guided by the light that is you.
Each of his words sparkled, sinking into my chest like a precious treasure.
Mai: The honor is all mine.
Mitsunari: Hehe...... It seems we feel the same way.
(I really love this smile.)
While I was completely enchanted by him, Mitsunari-kun turned his eyes toward the window.
Mitsunari: I know—why don't we head out now?
Mai: Eh, but it's dark outside.
Mitsunari: The dawn will break soon. I wish to see that moment together with you. What do you say?
(That sounds like fun.)
After we changed our clothes, we quietly slipped out of the manor without anyone knowing.
(Wow, what a beautiful view......!)
After tying the horse to a tree, I climbed up to a scenic spot with Mitsunari-kun.
The moon still lingered in the sky, and the presence of night remained heavy in the air.
Mitsunari: Mai-sama, the wind is cold, so please come closer.
Mai: Okay!
We took each other's hands and pressed our bodies together.
Mai: Hehe...... This is a first for us. It feels a little ticklish, in a way.
Mitsunari: Yes, it feels as though we are playing a secret prank.
Mai: Does that make us partners in crime?
Mitsunari: I like the sound of that.
Even our trivial conversation brought smiles to our faces.
(I’m so happy we can spend such a peaceful time together.)
(And Mitsunari-kun’s hand is so warm and comforting.)
The sound of his heartbeat reaching me through the silence felt just as wonderful.
Mitsunari: Look, the eastern sky is starting to brighten.
Mai: You're right......!
The sky gradually grew brighter, becoming stained with light.
I was captivated by the sight, which felt both ethereal and divine.
Mai: It’s beautiful...... The sky is the same color as your eyes, Mitsunari-kun.
Mitsunari: The same as mine......
His jewel-like violet eyes looked up at the sky once more.
Mitsunari: The boundary between morning and night...... a vague, imperfect sky that cannot be completely divided.
Mitsunari: ......It is much like the human heart, isn't it?
It was a murmur that felt as though he were reflecting on himself.
Knowing his own ego and ugliness now, Mitsunari-kun’s inner self was surely different than it had been before.
(But I don't mind......)
(Because even so, I am still tasting the beauty of loving and being loved by him.)
I squeezed his hand firmly, and he turned to me with a smile—
Mitsunari: No matter what happens, I will never let go of this hand.
Mitsunari: Even if it should be considered a sin. —I love you.
Affection overflowed within me, and my heart began to glow with a deep warmth.
Mai: I won’t let go either....... Because I love every part of you, Mitsunari-kun.
Beneath a sky that was being dyed in colors so vivid they were almost blinding—
We pressed our lips together, as if our very souls were reaching for one another.
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Passionate Ending Epilogue
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[Matias] Beautiful Princes Have Poison!? ~How to Deliciously Consume Him~ Part 1
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My afternoon duties finished much earlier than expected, and we found ourselves with some time alone while the sky was still bright—
Matias-sama was grinding coffee beans with a mortar and pestle when he broached the subject with an unusually solemn expression.
Matias: I actually have something weighing on my mind.
(I wonder what it could be......)
The profile of Matias-sama sitting beside me on the sofa looked so incredibly grave that I couldn't help but straighten my posture.
Matias: Until the other day, I was staying in Benitoite to negotiate the revision of the trade treaty, was I not?
Matias: During that time, I felt as though I would go mad from a lack of you, but I managed to overcome it through my natural talent for delusions.
Matias: ......Surrounded by a warm atmosphere so unlike that of Achroite, you walk along the water’s edge wearing far lighter clothing than usual.
Matias: A sea breeze blows, and you turn around while holding down your fluttering hair, but your face, illuminated by the setting sun, is just so—
Matias: —so beautiful that I am momentarily frozen in place, only for you to grab both of my hands and lead me further into the water with a smile, saying you want to go a little deeper—
Matias: .......Well, that isn't the main point, so I shall skip the rest.
(I feel like he let me hear quite a bit of it for him to say he's skipping it.)
(......I should remember this for when we eventually go to Benitoite together.)
Matias: During my stay, I ran into Silvio for the first time in quite a while.
Matias: Something he said at the time has been bothering me ever since.
Matias: Silvio said—
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Silvio: I never thought you’d actually keep that cheeky woman. Your tastes are as twisted as ever.
Matias: To describe it as keeping her is inappropriate. She is an independent woman, and no hierarchy exists between us.
Matias: That aside, have you heard the rumors that we are the lovey-dovey couple of Achroite?
Silvio: ......Huh? What the hell are you talking about?
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Matias: It seems the rumors have not reached him. This is a serious state of affairs.
Emma: That’s......
(Something tells me Silvio-sama’s response wasn't meant literally......)
I can vividly picture Silvio-sama looking like he wanted to say, What do you mean, "lovey-dovey couple," you idiot?
Matias: I am taking this situation very seriously. It is entirely my responsibility for failing to express my affection for you sufficiently.
Emma: I don't think that’s the case at all.
(If anything, it feels like it's so much that my heart is acting up every single day.)
Matias: No, I am self-aware.
Matias: To begin with, I have been so preoccupied with official duties that I haven't been able to secure enough time with you. If this continues—
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Emma: That’s it, I’m done!
Emma: You’re always working. We only ever get to do couple-like things late at night or early in the morning, and even that time is too short......
Emma: And then, on the rare occasion you have the next day off, you don't let me sleep at all......!
Emma: In the first place, I’m a tea person, not a coffee person!
Emma: I’m going back to Rhodolite for a while!
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Matias: .......I must avoid that future at all costs. No matter what.
Emma: Please rest easy, that kind of future is never going to happen. It’s okay. You’re overthinking it.
Matias: I-Is that so? You have quite a powerful look in your eyes right now.
Matias: Regardless, I need to further refine my skills in cherishing you.
Matias: An affectionate woman such as yourself deserves a man who is equally affectionate and capable of pouring out his love without reserve.
(He always says things like that, but I don't think anyone is more affectionate than Matias-sama......)
(Or maybe he has an ideal image of who he wants to be?)
Emma: This might be a simple question, but...
Matias: Hm?
Emma: What exactly is your ideal image of an affectionate lover, Matias-sama?
For a moment, the hand grinding the coffee beans stopped—
Matias: ......Now that you ask, it is difficult to answer.
Matias: My ideal lover?
Matias: Wait a moment. If I envision myself having reached the pinnacle of my skills in cherishing you, I might find the answer.
Matias-sama began grinding the coffee beans again, sinking into deep thought.
Matias: ..........
(I wonder what on earth he’s imagining. I’m so curious.)
Matias: .........
Matias: ...…...…nnh….........
Matias: ......This is not something I should be imagining while it is still so light outside.
Emma: Eh?
(W-W-What exactly were you imagining...!?)
Matias: There are so many ways to cherish you that I cannot simply say I want to be one specific way......
Matias: At the very least, I want it to be obvious to anyone who looks that I love you.
Matias: .......There are some insolent people spreading strange speculations, after all.
Suddenly, Matias-sama’s expression took on a slight chill.
(......Maybe those rumors from before......)
I had been trying not to let them bother me, but the moment I remembered them, a small shiver ran through my chest.
Matias: No, let's move on from that topic.
Matias: Even so, it is a strange sensation to be deluding about you while I am right by your side.
Matias: Even when I return from the world of my delusions, my beloved future queen is right here.
Matias: ......I wonder if such great happiness is truly permitted.
His expression, which had looked as though it were covered in frost, softened into a warm smile.
Looking at that gentle smile made my own heart feel warm.
Emma: It’s still not enough.
Emma: I think you should be even greedier, Matias-sama, and become even happier than you are now.
Matias: Even happier than now? If that is the case, it truly is a realm beyond my imagination.
Matias: I might need to prepare my heart to accept such happiness.
(......If anything, I’m the one who is happy beyond imagination.)
(The fact that he’s having these delusions means he’s constantly thinking about me.)
(He says he doesn't express his affection enough, but if this isn't love, I don't know what is.)
Matias: —Oops, I got so caught up in our conversation that I ground the beans too much. It’s been a while since I’ve made such a fine grind.
Matias-sama lightly tapped the pestle against the edge of the mortar to shake off the coffee powder.
Emma: It smells wonderful. It almost reminds me of chocolate.
I leaned in closer to enjoy the scent a bit more, and Matias-sama brought the mortar toward me.
(Ah, this situation......)
The moment I realized it, his lips brushed against my forehead with a soft kiss—
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Part 2
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If life were a fairytale, finding happiness would be simple.
One would only need to avoid falling into the hands of a devil.
By performing good deeds, showing compassion, never forgetting kindness, and living each day in peace—
Then my life would have ended just like a fairytale, united with the one I love in a "happily ever after."
There would be no extravagant lifestyle, no trading of lives—nothing of the sort.
Perhaps an ordinary, calm, and warm life with the man I love would have been waiting for me.
But—I fell in love with a devil.
(Alright, I think that’s everything.)
I finished packing my things at the apartment and handed them over to the movers who had come to my door.
Looking down from the window, I watched as my luggage was loaded onto the carriage one after another.
Kate: I guess it’s time to say goodbye to this room......
As I placed my hands on my hips, my fingertips brushed against a certain spot on my back.
Lifting my blouse to check my reflection in the full-length mirror, I saw that the wound from that day had completely closed, leaving only a small scab behind.
(Maybe this will finally put Darius at ease.)
I held the dress hanging right beside the mirror against my body and gave a little twirl.
Kate: Yeah, I think this one is better for a new beginning.
I began to change while humming a tune to myself.
My mind drifted back to everything that had happened until the wound finally healed.
By the time I finally woke up, the issues between our two nations were already moving toward a resolution.
It turned out that the assassination of the British soldiers during the military exercise had been the work of remnants from the Liberators, who had hoped to undermine Her Majesty's position by sparking an international incident.
Darius: It seems they thought that if war broke out, the sparks would fly even further, and making the Queen lose her throne wouldn't just be a pipe dream.
The British side offered a deep apology for dragging Vogel into their internal affairs and condemned the Liberators.
The Vogel side didn't seem satisfied with just that, but Darius apparently managed to smooth things over.
Darius: I have all sorts of "favors" owed to me within the military. After a little talk, they were willing to act exactly as I suggested.
In this way, the discord between the two nations was resolved, and the matter was brought to a close.
However, Darius remained certain that the assassins weren't just remnants of the Liberators.
Darius: I don't believe there is a human capable of accurately shooting someone through the head from that distance. There is another culprit out there.
The Crowns shared the same assessment, and Victor mentioned they would continue to investigate the matter—but in any case, the immediate threat of war had been averted.
It seemed that the members of Vogel, who had come for the purpose of goodwill, were permitted to stay in the palace once again.
For someone like me, who had been certain we would be kicked out, it was quite an unexpected turn of events.
Victor: Darius shared quite a lot with us, so I’ve granted him permission to stay for the duration of his time in Britain.
Victor: Though, of course, the other Crown members aren't exactly pleased about it......
Aside from Victor and William, the other Crown members remained opposed, and their wariness toward Vogel had only intensified.
However, the consensus seemed to be that having them live where they could be watched would allow for a quicker response if anything happened; it was decided they would be monitored closely.
As for me, I officially fulfilled my contract as the Fairytale Keeper for Crown and became the Fairytale Keeper for Vogel.
Naturally, Crown were none too happy about that, either......
Victor: Crown will continue to monitor you for as long as you remain in Britain. On that condition, I’ve decided to grant my permission.
(Wait, is that really all it takes?)
As I stood there blankly, Nica leaned in to whisper in my ear.
Nica: Apparently, Darius made a lot of personal sacrifices to get his hands on this piece.
Kate: Eh?
Darius: Nica, don't say anything unnecessary.
It seemed like a lot had happened behind the scenes...... but Darius still won't tell me what it was.
He simply insists that I don't need to know.
But......
Darius: From now on, regardless of what happens, she is my Fairytale Keeper, so don't you dare stick your nose in.
Roger: Hey, you really should break up with a guy like this.
Alfons: I finally understand how a parent feels when they oppose their daughter's marriage....
Jude: How pathetic.
The memory of Darius smiling as he pressured Crown, only to be showered with their endless condemnation, was still fresh in my mind.
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That same Darius had returned to Vogel until about two weeks ago.
It seems he went to suppress the opposition there and put pressure on the Emperor himself.
Nica: He didn't kill him, but he definitely put him through the wringer.
Nica: Apparently, he’s sitting on the throne like a hollow shell with a broken mind. Now he’s just a puppet who does whatever Dari says.
And as for Luca, it seems he took his own life after returning to Vogel.
Darius looked a bit somber when he got back, but he hasn't touched upon the subject since.
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I changed into my dress and stepped outside.
The sky was beautifully clear, a perfect backdrop for starting my new life as Vogel’s Fairytale Keeper.
I spent a few moments gazing up at the blue expanse before the chiming of a clock tower brought me back to my senses.
Kate: I'd better get back soon, or Darius will scold me again.
Ever since my injury, Darius has transformed into an incredibly clingy person.
He always wants to be by my side, and if we spend too much time apart, he buries his face in my chest and refuses to let go.
Regardless of where I’m going, he’s started asking exactly who I’ll be with and when I’ll be back—but considering the way he used to be...... to be honest, I find it a little amusing.
Darius: ......What’s with that smug look on your face?
Kate: Hehe, I was just thinking about how happy I am.
I didn't have much intention of going out with anyone but him anyway, so most of our conversations were based on the assumption that we would be together.
Injured Robin: Peep!
Kate: Oh, it's back.
The bird had made a full recovery, and for a while, I thought it would return to the wild...... but it seems it quite enjoys the comfort of its cage, as it now returns to us once every few days.
Darius: I really should hang that birdcage outside. That way, whenever the robin returns, you won't have to leave my side, right?
Kate: I only stepped away for a moment.
Darius: I don't see the point in letting go of someone when there’s no guarantee they’ll ever come back.
Kate: Do you really think anyone would ever want to leave the person they love?
Darius: Who knows? I'm not human, so I wouldn't know.
The Devil of Mistrust doesn't fully believe in love quite yet.
But he has accepted my love, and in his own clumsy way, he loves me back.
Refusing to let go is likely his greatest expression of affection.
Kate: I'm not going anywhere.
Darius: If you keep saying those same words until the very end, then I'll believe you.
To an outsider, we might look like a distorted pair—a messy blur of obsession and dependence.
(But as long as I can be with Darius, I don't care what it is.)
The affection that a devil who couldn't trust humans directs only toward me makes me uncontrollably happy.
Day after day, I bask in it, knowing full well that I'm completely swept off my feet.
...
Darius had been busy since this morning, so after gaining his permission, I came to clean out my room accompanied by a small army of guards.
It was Darius who suggested that since Vogel would be staying in Britain for a while longer, I should just have my things sent to the palace.
(But I just know he's going to complain about me being late......)
Just as I was about to ask the driver if he could hurry a little more, a church came into view outside the window.
(Ah......)
On impulse, I had the carriage stop, deciding to take a detour even if it meant being prepared for Darius to lecture me later.
The pure white church bore no remaining traces of blood, and a divine light poured down from above.
Kate: It’s beautiful......
I slowly approached the altar.
(Now that I think about it, this was also the place where I first learned what Darius truly was.)
The church drenched in blood, the scattered corpses, and the angel standing in the center with a soft smile... That day, I felt an overwhelming terror alongside the beauty. I never would have dreamed I would fall in love with him.
I sat on the steps and looked up at the stained glass.
As I lost myself in the glittering light...... the doors swung open, and the man I love came rushing in.
Darius: How cruel of you to take a detour on your own when your dear lover is waiting for you.
Kate: But you still came to pick me up.
Darius: You think a happy smile will get you forgiven, don't you? I won't be fooled by that look.
Darius: You’ll have to pay the price for today’s detour later. You have only yourself to blame for not coming straight home.
Darius: You caused me a great deal of worry, even if only for a moment. You understand that, right?
I already know that despite his ominous words, he isn't truly angry.
Kate: Darius.
I held out my arms with a bright smile.
He let out an exasperated sigh, sat down a few steps below me, and leaned his back against mine.
Darius: What were you looking at?
Kate: The stained glass. I was thinking about how beautiful it is.
Darius: Hmph......
I hugged him from behind, and together we gazed up at the stained glass.
Basking in the warmth of the light and the man I love, I let out a small giggle as his fluffy hair brushed against my neck.
Kate: You know, I really love your hair.
As I stroked his soft locks, Darius narrowed his eyes as if he were enjoying it.
Kate: It’s so soft and fluffy...... almost like a sheep......
Darius: That doesn't sound like a compliment.
Kate: It is! I love it, I promise!?
He caught the hand that was stroking his hair. Darius looked up at me, a somewhat sulky expression crossing his face.
Darius: So you only like my hair.
I smiled at his words and pressed my forehead against his.
Kate: No, I love everything about you. I love you so much that words aren't enough to describe it.
Darius: Love......
Darius blinked, then a serious look came over him as he averted his gaze.
Darius: I...... cannot say "I love you" to you.
Kate: Eh......
My surprise was short-lived as he gripped my hand tightly.
Darius: My curse is this—if I say "I love you" to the person I love from the bottom of my heart, I will die.
Kate: !
Darius: Those words of love act as a poison that would kill me.
Darius: Unless I decide I want to end my life...... I likely won't ever be able to say those words to you.
If he says "I love you" to the one he truly loves, he dies.
(From now on, I'll never be able to hear those words from Darius.)
But I realized...... that in itself was proof of just how much he truly loves me.
Perhaps thinking that my silence meant I was depressed, Darius reached out to touch my cheek.
Darius: I can still say "I like you," so it's alright.
That small kindness made me happy, and my lips curved into a smile from the sheer affection welling up inside me.
Kate: ......Then please, say "I like you" a lot to make up for it.
Kate: And whenever you feel like you want to tell me you love me, I'll say it for you instead.
Darius: You mean as a proxy for my love?
Kate: Exactly. It's a professional "I love you" proxy service.
Darius: Pfft.
Darius burst out laughing, and I couldn't help but join him.
Kate: ......You aren't going to stop trying to build a country for the Cursed, are you?
Darius: I have no intention of stopping, but are you planning to stop me?
Kate: No. Although, I think I would try to stop you if you ever started hurting innocent people.
Darius: And how would you do that?
Kate: ......Maybe by breaking up with you? Though I'd hate to do it...
The moment I mentioned breaking up, a shadow fell over his honey-colored eyes.
Darius: If you ever try to leave me, I’ll sever the tendons in your limbs and lock you away that very instant.
Darius: No matter how much you cry or scream, I won't stop until I've broken you with my embrace. Oh, and I’ll do the exact same thing if you ever try to take your own life.
Kate: That’s quite disturbing......
Darius: It’s only natural. Your life belongs to me now. I won't permit you to leave me, and I won't permit you to die.
Even hearing such outrageous things, the fact that I felt happy about it made me realize that I really am far from ordinary.
The light from the stained glass showered down upon us.
Wearing a soft smile, he slowly opened his mouth.
Darius: Since you’re the one who made me realize what it feels like to be lonely, you’d better take responsibility and stay by my side.
Bathed in the light, he looked as beautiful as an angel—more precious to me than anyone else—and I found myself thinking the foolish thought that if a God truly existed, Darius would undoubtedly be a being worthy of His love.
(God’s love falls upon everyone equally.)
That so-called unconditional love is something granted to all people, regardless of whether they are good or evil.
It is given to those who perform righteous deeds, of course, but even for those stained by evil, that love never fades.
Whether human or Cursed, we all live supported by the love of someone else.
(But God does not grant His love to a devil.)
And He likely would never love a human who gave in to the temptation of an angelic devil and fell in love.
Even so, of my own free will, I fell in love with a devil and was stained a pure white.
Even if hell itself is waiting for me further down this path—I will never let myself be stained by any other color.
Darius: I am a man who cannot trust...... so make me believe in you until the very end.
I gave a small nod and a smile.
Kate: Yes. I’ll stay by your side until the very end and keep proving it to you.
I slowly brought my lips closer to his.
Kate: I love you, Darius.
Darius: Can you say it one more time? Say it for me, too.
Kate: I love you.
Darius gave a satisfied smile as he accepted my words of love.
I know that from here on out, I will continue to prove my love to this wicked devil.
—While whispering "I love you" for the both of us.
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Mad Love Chapter 25 His POV
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Season 3 Chapter 1-17: The Death of Utopia (乌托邦之死) | MLQC
Chapter 1-15
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This translation is a transformative work of localization focused on narrative fluidity and character integrity. My goal is to accurately preserve the original Japanese intent and emotional nuances while providing a natural English reading experience. This project serves as a professional archive to supplement, not replace, the official game experience; all rights belong to the original developers.
Gavin: I’ll ask you one more time.
Gavin: Who are you?
But he didn't seem to expect an actual answer from the man.
Before the words had even left his lips, a sharp gust of wind surged, and Gavin’s figure blurred as he closed the distance. He swung a powerful kick toward the stranger.
??: You certainly have a knack for showing up at the worst possible time, Officer Bai.
The man rubbed his temples, letting out a heavy, exasperated sigh.
With a quick flick of his fingers, the seemingly fragile yet incredibly resilient threads gathered together, forming a perfect shield that instantly neutralized Gavin’s assault.
Using the momentum to his advantage, he leaped back out of Gavin’s strike zone. Before the wind could howl and surge again, he extended his arms and crossed them swiftly in front of his chest.
Youran: ....Ngh!
In the next second, the lights throughout the venue suddenly cut out. Only a faint sliver of moonlight filtered inside, illuminating the countless threads more clearly—they were strung across the entire arena.
……Rather than sticky spiderwebs, they felt more like incredibly tough silk in this moment, constantly tightening and multiplying, pinning Gavin and me to the spot.
It felt as though something was simultaneously burrowing into my exhausted brain. A subtle, gnawing pain—like ants crawling—and a wave of nausea forced me to gag.
I felt as if I had become a projector, my mind mechanically and passively replaying every image of my past memories on a loop.
Gavin: Get lost!
From the corner of my eye, I could see Gavin’s expression was incredibly strained. He was relentlessly tearing at the threads, only to be encased in layer upon layer of rapidly growing silk.
??: Officer Bai, I have no intention of making an enemy of the STF.
??: It would be better for you to stop struggling. The more you resist, the tighter the binds become, making it even harder for you to move.
??: Human memory is exactly like that.
??: Wouldn't you agree, QUEEN?
He gave me a slight smile, which only made my headache more agonizing.
Something was constantly churning and prying into my brain, as if trying to split it wide open to pick out something specific.
As the pain deepened, I instinctively sensed he was searching for something and tried my hardest to resist.
Youran: What are you doing……?!
??: You've been using your powers all day, and yet you still have energy left?
A flash of admiration crossed his eyes. More threads coiled around my body, as if trying to choke the very breath out of me—
But in the next second, every strand of silk around my neck snapped at once, as if severed by a silent command.
It was only after they snapped that the faint sound of the cut reached my ears—sharp, crisp, and precise.
I managed to lift my head, catching sight of a pair of amber eyes drenched in a freezing chill.
Gavin: Don't touch her.
Even the darkness couldn't hide the raw hostility in his gaze. Gavin seemed completely indifferent to the silk continuously wrapping around him, letting the bloody threads seal his mouth and bind his arms and legs.
None of that mattered.
A fierce gale began to swell within the gym. He crouched slightly, transforming himself into a brutal blade, charging toward the man alongside the raging winds.
??: Officer Bai, you’re becoming a bit of a nuisance.
The man’s face finally lost its initial composure. His smile vanished as he clenched both hands into fists.
The threads suddenly grew thicker and more numerous, shimmering with a cold, silvery light as they locked Gavin firmly in place.
Unknown Voice: You couldn't even save your own mother.
Unknown Voice: Since you already know you're useless, keep your head down.
Unknown Voice: Someone like you is bound to end up in prison sooner or later.
Unknown Voice: Who would believe anything a student like you has to say?
Unknown Voice: You don't belong here. And this place will never belong to you.
Unknown Voice: You're just a cheat who got in through the back door. Bai Kun's son. A privileged brat who doesn't know his place.
Unknown Voice: You can't protect anything.
Unknown Voice: You don't even know who you are.
Countless words cut through the scenes of his memories—noisy, piercing, blending the voices of a thousand people until they finally merged into his own.
Gavin: What kind of person are you going to become?
The voice interrogated him incessantly, condemning him, trying to force him to bow his head.
??: Memory is a massive cage. There is nothing wrong with yielding to its influence or submitting to its growth.
Gavin heard that loathsome voice ringing in his ears and couldn't help but let out a silent, derisive sneer.
The path he had taken to get here was clear in his mind. Time and time again, the darkness had ground his bones until they let out a sharp, snapping sound.
He should have been shattered. He should have crumbled into dust long ago.
Gavin: …By what right?
He struggled to reach out, gripping those memories tight. They constricted his throat, his breath, and the path ahead of him.
But… by what right?!
Gavin: .....I won't let them decide a single thing for me.
Gavin: Only I can decide……
Gavin: Whether I move forward, or where I go!
He threw his arms up, violently seizing the shackles that sought to bind him, tearing through them until a jagged line of blood streaked the air.
Gavin: You can't trap me with things like this.
I watched as Gavin lifted his head with stubborn defiance.
His eyes were so clear and bright that even if the road ahead was long and shrouded in shadows, he could still see exactly where it led.
Gavin yanked hard on those blood-stained chains, and together with the dust that had settled upon his soul—
He tore them all away like decaying bone, scattering a sharp mist of blood.
A bird took flight, as if he had sprouted a new pair of wings.
There are always those who try to imprison the storm.
But a storm cannot be contained.
Gavin tore through everything, yet carried the weight of it all. The wind swept across the room, pulling me safely behind him.
Gavin: It looks like you're out of tricks.
He stood tall before me, his back rigid and cold, shielding me from any dangerous scrutiny.
Gavin might have changed in many ways, but in moments like this, he was exactly the same as he had always been.
To our surprise, the man had no intention of lingering. With a light leap, he landed on the window frame that had already been shattered by the gale.
??: Like I said, I have no interest in making an enemy out of Officer Bai. Now that my business here is concluded, I have no reason to overstay my welcome.
I froze, noticing a single silver thread retracting from my wrist back to his fingertips.
The man’s previous smile had vanished, replaced by a gaze that lingered on me, growing increasingly intense.
??: I hope all of this truly proves valuable for both of us.
Leaving those words behind, he vanished into the night wind.
Gavin: .....!
Gavin moved to give chase, riding the wind, but he suddenly stumbled. A sharp, instinctive gasp for air escaped his lips.
Youran: Wait...! Gavin!
I didn't have a shred of strength left in my body, but I still reached out as hard as I could.
Youran: Your injuries are too severe. Don't go after him!
Gavin: I'm not going to die.
He stood up once more and turned his head slightly. I could sense a lingering trace of anger and internal struggle radiating from him.
Youran: You don't have to wait until you're on the verge of death to stop!
Anxiety surged through me, and I couldn't help but shout at him.
Gavin: ......
Gavin: How are you feeling right now?
Youran: Me? I... I should be fine.
Youran: It just felt like a lot of memories were flying around in my head for a second... but I'm basically okay...
As if to prove it, I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stand, squeezing out a smile.
Youran: But I'm a little dizzy, and you're covered in wounds. Let's go back to the STF together, okay?
Gavin: I've already called it in.
Gavin: Backup should be here any minute.
He wiped the blood from his face with complete indifference and gave his open wounds a cursory wrap before stepping forward again.
Gavin: Wait here. Someone will come to pick you up.
The wind picked up once more, its bite so cold it made my heart ache as his silhouette was swallowed by the night.
He was so certain of his own beacon, so sure of his destination, that he treated himself with a desperate sort of cruelty.
Sometimes the wind moves so fast that it forgets how to stay still.
Just as Gavin said, the STF team appeared before me not long after he left.
One familiar face after another came into view, but all of them had lost the warmth and closeness of the past.
After being taken to the STF, I was put through a series of physical and neurological examinations, and it seemed I also underwent the Evol fingerprinting process Gavin had mentioned.
As I prepared to give my statement, Eli tapped his pen.
Eli: You can actually go rest first. If you're feeling uneasy, we can assign someone to protect you.
Eli: You don't have to push yourself so hard. We don't have a tradition of "mistreating" victims here.
Youran: It’s okay. My memory is clearest right now, so it’s better to do this now before I miss any details.
Of course, that was just an excuse.
After all, I couldn't think of any other way to linger here and wait for a chance to run into him again after his injuries.
Eli's questions were thorough and meticulous. Although I tried my best to keep thinking and answer slowly, my growing exhaustion made it almost impossible to keep my eyes open.
After completing the final scan with the Evol device, I stood in the corridor and turned back to face Eli.
Youran: I have to see Gavin. He was severely injured.
Youran: I have to see him!
Eli: The Commander's actions are his own responsibility. He knows what needs to be done and when to do it.
Eli: And we simply follow his lead.
Youran: At the very least, let me see that he's getting treated.
Eli: You can barely take care of yourself—you're swaying just trying to walk—and yet you're still worried about him.
He maintained a strictly professional air, but seeing my stubborn persistence, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.
Eli: He knows his own limits. If he says he won't die, then he won't die.
Eli: I really don't understand why you're being so insistent.
Eli: I need to head out too, Miss Producer. Please don't add to my workload.
His tone was light, yet tinged with a certain unidentifiable bewilderment.
It made me feel as if I were the one being unreasonable.
Before long, an STF member approached me, silently signaling that it was time for me to move on.
I looked at the cold, sterile surroundings, gritted my teeth, and began to walk with slow, heavy steps.
Early the next morning, I received a text message.
Gavin (SMS): I'm fine.
Two simple words. It was as if he’d stripped away the entire painful process, leaving behind nothing but a dry, blunt conclusion.
Yet, that conclusion was enough to finally settle my restless heart.
But without seeing him in person, the worry continued to gnaw at me, even as I was forced to accept his word for it.
I stared at my silent phone, not even sure if I should call that familiar number.
To him, would it be seen as a gesture of care, or just an intrusion?
I gazed somberly at the string of digits, a bitter smile tugging at my lips.
I tell myself I'm not sixteen anymore, but how is this any different from being a high schooler?
I can't be sure of what's in his heart. I don't know when I should step forward to speak to him, or if I should just wait around some stairwell corner, hoping to stage a chance encounter.
I forced myself to calm down and head into the office.
I spent the better part of the day meticulously organizing all the public information I had gathered on the recent string of high school suicides.
The family environment of every child, the social atmosphere of every classroom...
Staring at those cold words and images, I felt a heavy sense of helplessness and suffocation.
A deep-seated suspicion forced me to confront everything laid out before me, and I found myself tightening my grip on my pen.
A profound sense of absence was taking root in the heart of everyone I met.
It subtly influenced individuals, and by extension, the entire world. It left the weak isolated and the failed with nowhere to turn.
Though I still couldn't be certain what it was, perhaps it was just as that little boy had said—something vital, something that served as a foundation, was missing.
But what could it be?
A sense of morality? Empathy? Compassion? Emotion? Warmth?
The bonds we share with others?
I scratched my head, feeling lost in the face of such a massive, abstract concept.
At the same time, I had to remain cautious regarding that man who appeared out of nowhere and his Evol.
Youran: Please don't tell me another new enemy has crawled out of the woodwork...
I let out a helpless sigh and shook my head, refocusing my attention on the investigation in front of me.
Aside from the less-than-bizarre time of death, the previous mass suicide cases were no different from the one at Loveland High.
I felt as though this investigation had allowed me to step into one of the thousands of thick, pulsing veins of this city, giving me a clear view of how it was changing.
Afterward, I compiled the information I’d organized with the other incidents investigated by the team and arranged for the report to be published.
I didn't expect the public response to explode like this.
But instead of focusing on the underlying family issues, school environments, or social problems, people were obsessively dissecting the mystery of the mass suicide event itself.
The pact to meet at the gym, the surveillance footage showing no one heading to the rooftop, the missing fifth child who skipped class……
Even though I hadn't published any of the details I discovered within Gavin’s memories, these keywords were enough for netizens to entertain themselves with endless speculation and armchair detective work.
Skillet Eater: @/DormMateBelow, come check this out! This is way more interesting than any mystery movie, right?
Softhearted Mercenary: This is premium material right here! Is there seriously no author willing to turn this into a thriller? Someone get a pen to a writer, stat!
No AFK Allowed: I’m betting there’s going to be another wave within three days. Any takers? Place your bets now! Maybe that fifth kid…… is the real culprit!
Mimi-La-Ma-Hong: All this covering things up is so boring. Might as well let the chaos grow. It’d be even better if it got big enough to shut down the whole city for a holiday, hehe.
Minor: Boss, you really nailed it! I can't believe you saw this coming!
Kiki: I never would have thought to use this angle for a breakthrough! How are you so amazing?
Anna: Well done, Youran.
The team cheered for me with faces full of excitement and admiration. Even the other colleagues in the office caught the fever, typing away furiously to keep the topic trending and the momentum building.
Youran: .....Stop.
Youran: Stop letting the public discourse head toward this kind of entertainment-focused narrative. This isn't something that should be making everyone so happy!
In an instant, the roar of excitement was cut short, hanging in the air like a suffocating, awkward silence.
Every pair of eyes turned toward me at once—dark and hollow, like a series of tiny black holes.
Youran: …….Don't you all feel the same way?
No one spoke, but no one had to.
It felt as though I was the one who was in the wrong.
...
After giving the order, I practically fled back to my office. Sitting alone in the darkened room, the entire situation felt utterly absurd.
It shouldn't be like this…… it shouldn't be like this at all.
I sat blankly in my chair, my hands clenched tightly into fists.
Suddenly, I felt a gaze from behind. I turned back instinctively, and it was as if I were looking at an amber moon.
Gavin was perched quietly on the windowsill. The pale moonlight draped over his back like a thin veil, softening his sharp, cold features.
His face was partially hidden in the shadows, but those clear eyes of his were as brilliant as the moon itself.
There was a bandage wrapped around his neck; it looked a bit crooked and messy, but at least he’d made a decent effort to patch himself up.
Youran: ....What are you doing here?
Gavin: ...I don't know.
A light breeze brushed the hair away from his eyes, making that stubborn cowlick on his head sway peacefully for once.
Gavin: But I felt like I should come let you see for yourself.
Gavin: So I did.
Gavin hopped inside with a touch of awkwardness. He seemed unsure of where to step, so he just stood by the window, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand.
Gavin: Are you okay?
Youran: I feel a lot better after getting some sleep. And... after seeing your text, I felt even better.
Gavin: Oh. Good.
Youran: How about you? Are you okay?
Gavin: We didn't find him, but I've dealt with the wounds.
Seeing how restless he was made me feel a bit self-conscious too.
The darkened room fell silent for a moment. His sudden presence immediately pushed aside all the worry and loneliness from before.
I kept stealing glances at the bandage on his neck until he finally knit his brows slightly and leaned against the windowsill, propping himself up with both hands.
Gavin: Do you need a closer look?
Youran: Am I allowed?
Gavin: .....
He didn't say another word, just turned his head to the side.
Taking his silence as consent, I couldn't help but let a smile spread across my face as I stepped closer, leaning in toward his neck.
Even though I could feel his body tense up instantly, I took the opportunity to give him a thorough, though not overbearing, once-over.
It was just as he said—aside from a small scratch, all the cuts from yesterday had been simple-mindedly bandaged up.
Youran: It’s all crooked.
Gavin: It's fine.
I couldn't tell if he was referring to me or the wounds.
From my vantage point, I could see Gavin lifting his chin with his hands shoved in his pockets. His casually rolled-up sleeves revealed his firm, lean muscles.
His gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, the tips of his ears turning a faint red.
I watched him quietly for a long time. Finally, sensing my stare, he lowered his eyes.
Youran: Have you seen the public reaction online?
He glanced at the stacks of documents on my desk and remained silent, which I took as an affirmation.
Gavin: You didn't release the information you got from me.
Youran: Did you think I would?
Gavin: Even if you had, I would have found a way to handle it.
He closed his eyes. It seemed that even if he had let things slide for a moment, he already had a backup plan for the consequences.
I pursed my lips and looked earnestly into those beautiful eyes.
Youran: I don't want my work to cause senseless speculation about all this.
Youran: Since you trusted me, of course I'm going to live up to that trust.
As I spoke, I gave a helpless shrug and lowered my head.
Youran: But even without that information, all these... rumors are still popping up.
Youran: I don't know why it’s turning out like this.
Youran: I don't understand any of it. Not this mass suicide case, not you... and not this world.
Youran: Should I even be doing this?
Gavin: Do you feel like you're doing what you believe is right?
Gavin didn't give me a direct answer. Instead, he posed another question with total sincerity.
Gavin: If even you don't think it’s right, then there’s no point in sticking with it.
Gavin: But if you feel it’s the right thing to do, then keep going.
There was no moral lecturing, no mockery or irony regarding the bold claims I’d made before.
He was simply and quietly laying out the choice of yes or no, just as he always did.
The moon was hidden behind the clouds, yet I felt as though I was looking right at it.
Youran: Gavin, can I ask you a question that’s a bit... sentimental?
Seeing that he wasn't showing any signs of resistance, I took a breath and spoke.
Youran: Do you ever fear being alone?
Youran: That feeling like everyone is standing on the opposite side of you—that they don't understand, and you just don't fit in.
Youran: Does that ever scare you?
The wind seemed to die down. Gavin stood there quietly, his expression serious and aloof as he pulled his hands from his pockets and let them rest at his sides.
Gavin: I don't know what it means to be afraid.
Gavin: I only know that I have to be true to myself.
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While still seated, he suddenly closed the distance between us, his handsome features drawing closer.
Yoshino: Kagetoki-san......?
Kagetoki-san placed his palm against my back as I tried to shift away, and for a moment, my breath hitched in my throat.
Kagetoki: Straighten your posture. People are foolish creatures; they prey on anyone who appears weak-willed.
Kagetoki: You are the trump card of the Shogunate. You may act as boldly as you please. You have my permission.
(......!)
Being exhorted by that deep, quiet voice, I felt my spine straighten in a way that felt almost magical.
(Why is it that receiving Kagetoki-san's approval gives me such a sudden surge of strength?)
Kagetoki: Yes. That was sit. Well done.
Yoshino: ......Wait a minute! You really are treating me like a dog, aren't you?
Kagetoki-san held out his palm toward me with an expression that was infuriatingly nonchalant.
Kagetoki: Paw.
Partially out of desperation, I gave Kagetoki-san’s palm a light smack.
Kagetoki: My, my. It’s difficult to determine whether you’re being a good girl or a bad girl.
(Honestly...)
Kagetoki-san was the same as always, never making it easy for me to actually feel grateful.
After a while...
???: Excuse me, Kagetoki-sama.
Kagetoki: Come in.
(Hm? I definitely know that voice.)
Matsue: I’ve come to give my report.
The one who entered was Matsue-san.
Matsue: Ah, Yoshino-san, you were here as well.
Yoshino: Yes. Thank you for your hard work.
Kagetoki: Yoshino. You stay as well. It’s better that you have a grasp of the situation.
Yoshino: Understood!
Urged to sit, Matsue-san spoke once more.
Matsue: According to information from our local spies, a mountain village has been occupied by unknown individuals.
Matsue: At first, we thought it was the work of bandits, but it appears to be a group of mercenaries hired with gold.
Kagetoki: And you suspect the employer is a court noble?
Matsue: Looking at the recent movements in Kyoto, I believe there is a high possibility of their involvement.
Kagetoki: We need to uncover both their objective and the employer.
After a brief moment of thought, Kagetoki-san gave several instructions to Matsue-san.
Matsue: Understood. I shall pass this on to the others as well.
As Matsue-san bowed and prepared to stand, he suddenly winced and clutched his lower back.
Matsue: ......!
(Ah...... maybe the pain is back again.)
Kagetoki: ......
Matsue: No, please excuse me.
Kagetoki: Good work on the report. —Matsue.
Matsue: Yes?
Kagetoki: Once this investigation is complete, you are to retire.
(Retire......?)
Matsue: ......!
Matsue-san looked at Kagetoki-san, visibly startled.
Kagetoki: Can you even grip a blade with a body like that? It seems your eyes have grown hazy from paperwork lately as well.
Matsue: ......Yes.
Kagetoki: There is no longer any point in keeping you as a retainer.
(Ugh...... you don't have to go that far.)
Even if I understood the logic, it felt like Matsue-san’s devotion—having served Kagetoki-san since childhood—was going unrewarded.
Still, I couldn't easily cut in, so I watched the situation unfold with bated breath.
Matsue: —I understand. It is true that I am nothing but a useless old man now. I suppose it is time for me to step down.
(Matsue-san...)
My heart ached at the sight of the elderly retainer’s lonely smile.
Kagetoki-san pulled a single document out from his belongings.
Then, he slid it across to Matsue-san.
Matsue: What is this?
Kagetoki: Something I had prepared, intending to give it to you.
Kagetoki: It outlines the land and the reward money to be granted to you upon your relief of duty. Read it.
After looking over the document in surprise, Matsue-san’s face went pale with shock.
Matsue: This is far too much!
(Eh?)
Kagetoki: Are you suggesting that the evaluation I’ve made after watching your work for all these years is incorrect?
Matsue: N-no. But still.
Kagetoki: What is written there is fair compensation.
Kagetoki: It will allow you to spend the rest of your days with some meaning, rather than shortening your lifespan with dirty work.
Kagetoki: Your grandson is approaching his coming-of-age ceremony, is he not?
Kagetoki: I believe it is the duty of a patriarch to stay by his side and pass on the experience you have cultivated.
(Kagetoki-san...)
Matsue: ......You even remembered my grandson’s age.
Matsue: Even though I’ve served you for so many years, we’ve hardly ever spoken of personal matters.
Kagetoki: I memorize the family structures and behavior of my retainers. Such information becomes a weakness that can be exploited in a crisis.
After saying something so blunt... Kagetoki-san gave a faint smile.
Kagetoki: Although in your case, the opportunity to use it never arose.
Matsue: Kagetoki-sama...
A slight shimmer of moisture appeared in the depths of Matsue-san’s eyes.
(Kagetoki-san really was looking out for Matsue-san.)
(It’s just that Kagetoki-san’s way of doing things is to offer practical benefits rather than words of appreciation.)
A warm feeling welled up inside me, making me feel happy as well.
Matsue: Thank you for keeping me by your side for all these years.
Kagetoki: No thanks are necessary. I did not allow you to serve out of sentimentality.
Kagetoki: If you hadn't been a capable retainer, I would have cut you loose a long time ago.
Kagetoki: Therefore...... if anyone should be giving thanks, it is I.
Matsue: ......!
Kagetoki: You’ve been a great help. Thank you, Matsue.
(Ah......)
Matsue-san’s face crumpled as he pressed his hand to his eyes.
Then, he bowed deeply to hide his expression.
Matsue: ......Those words are the greatest reward I could ever receive.
(I'm so glad, Matsue-san.)
After Matsue-san had left...
Kagetoki: What are you smirking at, Yoshino?
Kagetoki-san turned a suspicious gaze toward me.
Yoshino: I was just thinking how glad I am that Matsue-san was rewarded for his hard work.
(Actually, it’s probably more than just that.)
I was so happy because I was able to confirm that Kagetoki-san really isn't just a cold-hearted person.
Kagetoki: I wondered this earlier as well, but were you and Matsue acquainted?
Kagetoki: I recall that Matsue has been entrusted with negotiations in other provinces until recently, so you shouldn't have had the chance to meet.
Yoshino: We spoke for a bit during the break today. He told me stories about when you were a child, Kagetoki-san.
Kagetoki: ......
Kagetoki’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of exasperation flickering in his gaze.
Kagetoki: You certainly have a knack for befriending anyone in record time.
Kagetoki: Perhaps I should assign you to some espionage work next time.
(Eh!)
Yoshino: I think that might be a bit of a stretch for me......!
Kagetoki-san reached out haphazardly and gave my cheek a light, playful tug.
Kagetoki: It was a joke. Someone whose expressions are as easy to read as yours is ill-suited for life as a spy.
Yoshino: Hey...
(Am I really that easy to read? I feel like Kagetoki-san is just exceptionally sharp.)
Feeling a little frustrated, I decided to push back.
Yoshino: Well, for what it’s worth, I think you could stand to be a little easier to read yourself, Kagetoki-san.
Kagetoki: Oh?
(Kagetoki-san's kindness is so hard to spot. That's because he has no intention of actually showing it to people, right?)
(If only Kagetoki-san's true intentions—like the way he looked after Matsue-san—could always reach everyone.)
Even though I knew it was just my own selfish wish, a sense of restless impatience flickered within me.
Kagetoki: ......
Suddenly, he reached out and ruffled my hair.
Yoshino: Nnh...... hey, what are you doing?
Kagetoki: Wasn't I just giving you a clear, easy-to-read sign of my desire to dote on you?
Kagetoki: You were making such a remarkably devoted face, after all.
Yoshino: I-I most certainly was not! Actually, I'm quite difficult to read myself!
Kagetoki: Is that so? You really are quite adorable, Yoshino.
Yoshino: Are you even listening to me......?
I tried to raise my voice in protest—
But for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to pull away from the touch of his lithe fingers through my hair.
—
The next morning......
Kagetoki-san and I finally set foot in the Imperial Court.
Yoshino: So this is the heart of the capital, the City of Flowers......
I walked slowly, stepping carefully along the long corridors.
Kagetoki: It is a place where monsters and spirits gather. Take care that you aren't devoured.
Yoshino: Oh, you’re exaggerating again.
I was just starting to feel the tension ease and turned to give Kagetoki-san a smile when—
???: Boo!
Yoshino: Whoa!
Someone suddenly shouted from behind me, and I instinctively leaped back in surprise.
Yasuchika: Ta-da! It’s Yasuchika-chan, back by popular demand. Yoshino-san, Kage-san, long time no see!
Yoshino: Yasuchika-san! I-it’s been a while.
Kagetoki: And there it is. A monster has appeared.
Yasuchika: I’m honored you think so! Though I’m technically the one on the side of the monster hunters!
(He hasn't changed a bit.)
Yasuchika: I came all this way specifically to be your guide. Aren't I great?
Kagetoki: Oh? Our plan was to go around paying our respects to the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Central Affairs. Has there been a change?
Yasuchika: Yep. Because today...... the Emperor wishes to see you.
Yoshino: The Emperor!?
Kagetoki: —How rare. To think we would be granted an audience.
Kagetoki: I heard he had been bedridden for quite some time now.
Yasuchika: ......
I blinked, feeling as though I saw a shadow flicker within Yasuchika-san’s narrowed eyes.
Yasuchika: Well, yeah. He’s apparently feeling much better today, so this is a special occasion. Aren't you two lucky?
I stole a glance at Kagetoki-san, but as expected, he didn't even bat an eye.
Kagetoki: I see. Then lead the way.
(......This is completely unexpected, but all I can do is follow them.)
(Behind this bamboo screen, the most important person in all of Hinomoto is waiting......)
I couldn't see a figure, but I could sense a presence on the other side of the screen.
Kagetoki: Yasuchika-dono, this is for you.
Kagetoki-san handed over a secret letter from the Shogunate.
Yasuchika: Received.
Yasuchika-san stepped forward quietly......
He knelt with such graceful, reverent movements it was mesmerizing, and gently slid the letter behind the bamboo screen.
Yasuchika: ......
Remaining still and appearing to listen intently, Yasuchika-san eventually turned his gaze toward Kagetoki-san and me.
Yasuchika: —I shall relay the Emperor's words. He says, "I appreciate your hard work in traveling such a long distance. You should take this time to relax here in Kyoto."
(......! Yasuchika-san is acting so formal and proper...... It's like he's a completely different person from a moment ago.)
Kagetoki: We are unworthy of such gracious words.
Following Kagetoki-san’s lead as he gave a flawless bow, I pressed my hands to the floor and prostrated myself as well.
Kagetoki: This is Yoshino. As you are aware, she is the maiden who has entered into a contract with the nine-tailed fox.
Kagetoki: She works diligently every day as a collaborator with the Shogunate.
Yoshino: ......It is an honor to meet you. My name is Yoshino.
Keeping my head bowed, I recited the formal introduction I had practiced with Kagetoki-san.
Yoshino: Though I am but a person of little consequence, I intend to devote myself fully to the sake of Hinomoto.
(Good, I managed to say it without tripping over my words.)
Yasuchika once again received a whisper from behind the bamboo screen.
Yasuchika: You two, please raise your heads.
As I looked up, my eyes met Yasuchika-san’s expressionless gaze.
Yasuchika: ......The Emperor is concerned.
Yasuchika: He asks, "Even if she is possessed by a fox spirit, is she not still just a common village girl? Will she not simply become a little fox cub hunted before bloodthirsty beasts?"
(......It's a perfectly valid question.)
Since I haven't even found the unique perspective Kagetoki-san mentioned yet, I still have no real track record or firm convictions.
Just as I was secretly biting my lip in frustration......
Kagetoki: If I may be permitted to speak in response, this Yoshino is no mere village girl.
(K-Kagetoki-san.)
Kagetoki-san began to speak quietly, his eyes fixed forward as if staring straight through the screen.
Kagetoki: Even among the rough and tumble Kamakura samurai, she is a rare existence who has earned the trust of everyone around her.
Kagetoki: Originally, the Shogunate requested Yoshino's cooperation as a personal favor......
Kagetoki: But now, she has become an indispensable trump card in our great war against the rebellion.
(......To think he would say something like that about me.)
A wave of emotion far greater than I expected welled up inside me, making my chest tremble.
Yasuchika: ........
After Yasuchika-san lowered his eyes to listen to the Emperor's response......
A faint, mysterious smile played across his lips.
Yasuchika: —He says, "I have high expectations for you."
Afterward—
Seeing that I was still unable to shake my tension even after the audience had ended, Kagetoki-san took me out to the gardens.
Kagetoki: You did well to see that through. A job well done.
Yoshino: Kagetoki-san...
I stood facing Kagetoki-san by the edge of a pond where flowers bloomed in profusion.
Yoshino: Thank you for earlier! Even if you were just saying that for appearances, it made me so happy.
Kagetoki: I don’t feel particularly obligated to put the Emperor’s mind at ease.
Kagetoki: I was simply speaking my true feelings.
(Eh?)
Kagetoki-san touched my cheek, which had begun to glow with a lingering warmth.
Kagetoki: You should learn to give yourself a fair evaluation based on your achievements. Though I suppose that is a difficult task for someone as virtuous as you.
Yoshino: ......What am I going to do?
Kagetoki: ......?
Yoshino: When you praise me like that, Kagetoki-san, I honestly don't know how I'm supposed to react......
In my agitation, the words spilled out with far too much honesty.
Kagetoki: Do you find it unsatisfying when I'm not teasing you?
Yoshino: Definitely not!
As I rushed to deny it, Kagetoki-san gave a faint smile.
Kagetoki: You are a troublesome person.
Kagetoki: I suppose it can't be helped. I've learned my lesson, so I shall resolve never to praise you again.
Yoshino: Ah, well, that's not exactly...
Kagetoki: So, you're saying you want me to praise you more? Thank you for such an adorable request.
Yoshino: Um, in moderation? Please, just in moderation......
Feeling embarrassed by our playful banter, I decided to change the subject quickly.
Yoshino: Er, well, anyway...... are we going to go regroup with your subordinates now?
Kagetoki: No, let's finish a bit more work that can only be done in this area first.
(Work that can only be done in this area?)
Kagetoki: Information is not something merely obtained through spies.
Kagetoki: Sometimes, it is something you must go out and reel in yourself.
Noble 1: Come now, Kagetoki-dono. Have a drink.
Kagetoki: I accept with gratitude.
—Several hours later, Kagetoki-san and I were at a banquet where a great number of court nobles had gathered.
Noble 2: It is rare for Kagetoki-dono to accept an invitation from the likes of us.
Kagetoki: My duties keep me quite occupied, so I am truly pained by my own lack of social graces.
As Kagetoki-san answered politely, the nobles wore smiles hidden behind the shadows of their fans.
(This is such an unsettling banquet.)
(Kagetoki-san said he was attending to sniff out the relationships among the nobles......)
(But can he really learn that much detail just by talking like this?)
For a while now, Kagetoki-san had been flawlessly entertaining their gossip while exchanging words about the current state of affairs in Kyoto with various people.
Kagetoki: Speaking of which, I heard the moon-viewing party held at Arashiyama the other day was quite a lively affair.
Noble 3: Oh, you are well-informed. It seems Takaoka-dono has established a new estate, and everyone was eager to see it.
Kagetoki: Ho...... How extravagant.
Noble 4: Takaoka-dono has certainly been quite prosperous lately.
Noble 5: —Speaking of prosperity, surely he pales in comparison to Kagetoki-dono?
(Eh?)
Suddenly, a voice laced with malice flew in from the side.
Noble 6: Ah, yes. There are those with wagging tongues who claim Kagetoki-dono is the shadow ruler of the Shogunate.
Noble 6: If you truly have the power to siphon off war funds like water, I must say I am quite envious.
Noble 7: Good heavens, the thought of using money washed in blood is far too terrifying for me.
Noble 7: Of course, none of us believe such rumors, do we?
(......! How could they?)
Even the people who had been speaking so amiably until a moment ago were now waiting expectantly for Kagetoki-san's reaction.
A smile like a thin blade flickered across Kagetoki-san's lips.
Kagetoki: The imagination of those in the capital is truly as robust as they say.
Kagetoki: I hear many of you have been attending poetry readings day after day lately. I suppose that is how you hone your sensibilities?
Kagetoki: I would dearly love to learn what sort of poems are being presented at such gatherings.
Noble 7: Wh—
Kagetoki: Are they poems of romance, or perhaps...... poems of other secret matters?
(Wait, what is he talking about?)
Lacing his words with an ominous undertone, Kagetoki-san’s gaze swept across the room, scrutinizing every face without exception.
As the nobles stopped their chirping and fell into a dead silence—
Suddenly, the dry sound of someone’s mocking laughter rang out.
???: It seems the rumors were true; Kajiwara Kagetoki, the Shogunate’s strategist, has a truly nasty streak.
Kagetoki: —And you are?
Ibuki: Ibuki. That’s what you can call me. And don't bother with the honorifics.
Kagetoki: Forgive me, but your family name?
Ibuki: I don't have one....... Or so I’d like to say, but how about we play a little game?
Ibuki: If you can beat me, I’ll let you in on the secret of who I really am.
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[Drake] Amnesia of the Dawn: Tell Me What Lies Beyond the Kiss Premium End | Ikemen Vampires
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Mitsuki: I...... I'm returning to my world on the night of the next full moon.
I'd had a bad feeling ever since Mitsuki arrived with that solemn look on her face.
(Don't go. Stay by my side.)
Drake: .......I see. That's good news then.
Contrary to the true feelings that threatened to overflow, the words that left my mouth were nothing but a harmless platitude.
Drake: A toast to your smooth voyage, little fawn. It’s a good thing, having a place to return to.
Mitsuki: Yeah...... I guess so.
(Unlike me, she actually has a home to go back to. I have to see her off with a smile.)
That was what I had told myself, and yet.
Drake: .......Don't go.
A faint trace of lingering regret had seeped out, and in the next heartbeat, it completely consumed my chest.
(Tough luck, little fawn...... Showing me a weakness like that was the end of your run.)
But on the morning of our final meeting, the day we had promised to see each other one last time—Mitsuki never showed up.
...
Mitsuki: Um...... who are you?
(To think she’s gone and forgotten me completely, without leaving a single trace.)
Drake: God really is a cruel bastard, isn't he?
As I muttered the words, remembering the way Mitsuki had looked at me as if I were a total stranger, the Comte tilted his head.
Comte de Saint-Germain: Forgetting only you... I suspect there must be some meaning behind it, but......
Drake: Maybe I’m just being punished for my wicked schemes.
Comte de Saint-Germain: Do you have something specific in mind?
Drake: I’m telling you now—I’m taking the little fawn tonight.
Comte de Saint-Germain: I have no intention of stopping you. Do as you wish.
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his response.
Drake: I figured you’d be the one to object.
Comte de Saint-Germain: Mitsuki had been wavering for a long time on whether or not to return to her own world. Though, in her current state, she has forgotten that as well.
(Mitsuki was hesitant about going back to her original world...?)
Drake: Then why did she forget me? ......If she wanted to go home so badly, wouldn't she have just cut me loose?
Comte de Saint-Germain: That is something only Mitsuki herself can answer.
Comte de Saint-Germain: If she returns to her world without her memories, I am certain she will live to regret it.
Comte de Saint-Germain: —And that is why I am telling you this.
True to my word, I brought Mitsuki back with me, but she didn't seem to remember a thing even after seeing the room.
But—
Mitsuki: I’m not running away. I feel like...... I need to remember you.
While Mitsuki was trying to face me head-on—
(I want her to remember me....... And yet, I don't.)
My hope for her memories to return shifted into a sense of dread.
(If Mitsuki gets her memories back, she'll also remember exactly why she wanted to forget me in the first place.)
—In the end, my feelings for Mitsuki kept circling back to the exact same place.
Drake: Mitsuki, I love you.
I forced out the words I had failed to say that day.
(If I’m just going to hesitate and lose what’s important to me all over again, then I don't care if our past memories are gone forever.)
(No matter what version of Mitsuki she is, nothing changes. I'm going to make her mine.)
I stole her lips with a forceful kiss, fully expecting her to slap me across the face, and yet......
Mitsuki: I’ve loved you this whole time, too, Drake.
Mitsuki: The thought of being apart from you was so painful...... that I forgot you.
Mitsuki: I didn't think I could bear the thought of leaving while still being in love with you......
Mitsuki: But it was no use. Even without my memories, I just fall in love with you all over again.
(......It was all for my sake?)
Mitsuki: So please, Drake. Take me with you, and make me yours alone.
Drake: You don’t even have to ask. Once a pirate gets his hands on a treasure, he never lets it go.
I whispered the words, pulling Mitsuki close as she clung to me.
Drake: Just as you wish—I’m taking you away.
...
As soon as we returned to the room, I pressed Mitsuki down onto the bed, still cradling her in my arms.
Mitsuki: Drake...... I’m so sorry for forgetting you for so long.
Drake: Stop apologizing already. I didn't care one bit, even if your memories were gone.
Drake: Because no matter what, you're still Mitsuki.
Mitsuki: I know, but...... mgh.
I silenced her as she tried to continue her apology by pressing a finger to her lips, then reached for her clothes.
Drake: I knew that no matter what version of you I was facing, I’d just end up loving you in the end.
As I stripped away her clothes and let my hand slide over her exposed skin, Mitsuki’s body gave a small shiver.
Mitsuki: Ah, Drake......!
Drake: I’m going to teach you how a pirate shows his love. You’d better learn it well.
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[Drake] Amnesia of the Dawn: Tell Me What Lies Beyond the Kiss Part 2 | Ikemen Vampires
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After taking me away from the mansion, Drake led me straight to an unfamiliar room.
Mitsuki: Is this...... Drake’s home?
Drake: Yeah. You probably don't remember, but you've been here many times.
Mitsuki: Many times......?
As I looked around the room with a strange sensation, I discovered something.
(This shell bottle...... I’ve seen this before.)
Drake: That’s my treasure. The person who made it said that if you hold onto it, your wishes will come true.
Mitsuki: That’s lovely...... It’s like holding the ocean in the palm of your hand.
Drake: Those words just now......
Mitsuki: Oh...... was that weird? It’s just what came to mind.
Drake: No, it’s not that it was weird......
In that moment, several flashes of memory crossed my mind, overlapping with the sight of Drake.
A half-finished bottle and various materials.
The morning sun streaming in the moment it was completed.
A carefully tied ribbon—
Mitsuki: Wait...... did I make this?
Drake: .......Yeah.
But I couldn't remember anything beyond that, and I quietly cast my gaze downward.
Drake: Take your time and think about it. I don't want to get in your way, so I'll head outside for a bit.
(Even if he tells me to think about it......)
Left alone, I looked around the room and sat down on the sofa.
Picking up a hat that had been left there haphazardly, the scent of the tide tickled my nose.
(Is this Drake’s scent? Maybe if I do this, I’ll be able to remember something.)
As I closed my eyes, enveloped by the strangely calming fragrance, my eyelids grew heavy before I knew it......
My peaceful slumber was broken not by the morning sun, but by the shrill squawking of a bird.
Draco: Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Mitsuki: Oh, honestly! Draco, be quiet!
I leaped up and shouted at the parrot flying around the room before I suddenly froze.
(Did I just call him... Draco...?)
Scanning the room, my eyes landed on Drake, who was fast asleep in a chair with his arms crossed.
(If he was back, he should have slept somewhere more comfortable...... I wonder if he stayed by my side all night.)
Since he didn't wake even as I approached, I quietly peered at his sleeping face.
As I gazed at his handsome features, a strange, sweet ache tightened in my chest.
(But I still can't remember anything......)
(What was our relationship? Could it be that we were... lovers... or something?)
Drake: You done staring at me yet?
My heart nearly leaped out of my chest when Drake, who I thought was fast asleep, spoke to me.
Mitsuki: Y-you were awake?
Drake: You were sneaking up on me so quietly, I figured you were planning to jump me while I was still out.
Mitsuki: I-I would never do such a thing!
Drake: Pity. Then...... maybe you were planning to make a run for it?
Drake’s eyes turned serious, but I shook my head.
Mitsuki: I’m not running away. I feel like...... I need to remember you.
Mitsuki: So...... I’ll stay with you until the next time the door opens.
Drake: ......Heh, so you're finally coming around, are you?
Drake’s expression softened.
Bolstered by that look on his face, I found myself speaking.
Mitsuki: Hey, what exactly was our relationship? Could it be—
Before I could finish, Drake pressed a finger to my lips—
Drake: We’re friends. Good buddies, you and I.
Drake: So...... you stay here as long as you like.
—
—As the days passed with just the two of us, I began to notice something.
Every little gesture he made, every expression that crossed his face, made my heart hammer against my ribs.
(I knew it. I must have had special feelings for Drake.)
(But if that’s the case...... why did I forget him and only him?)
I wrestled with that frustration, unable to find an answer, until one day—
Drake: It won’t be long now until the door opens again.
Looking up at the night sky from the window, Drake turned his gaze toward me.
Drake: Even if your memories don’t come back...... do you still plan to return to your world when the time comes?
Mitsuki: ......Yeah, that’s the plan.
(My lost memories bother me, but...... if I stay with Drake any longer, I know I won't be able to leave.)
Drake: I see. ......It’s a good thing, having a place to return to.
Mitsuki: My place to return to...... is it really on the other side of that door?
Drake: ......!
As those words spilled casually from my lips, I thought I saw his shoulders give a small tremor.
(I......)
I didn't understand it, but my heart was aching so loudly it was almost painful.
(I...... I want Drake to ask me to stay.)
Drake: .......Tomorrow, there’s somewhere I want to take you. Come with me.
With that, Drake left the room, just as he had the night before.
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The following day, after a night where sleep barely came to me, he took me to the banks of the Seine.
Drake: On the morning you were supposed to return to your original world, we were meant to meet right here.
Drake: That day, I stood here waiting for you the whole time. To keep our promise.
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(Wait, was I asleep......?)
(I was waiting for Mitsunari-kun to come back from his meeting with Nobunaga-sama and the others, but......)
Exhaustion from the day must have caught up with me. I blinked my eyes open with a yawn, only to find.......
Mitsunari: Ah, Mai-sama.
(.....!)
I was being watched by Mitsunari-kun from right beside me.
Mai: You're so close...... W-Wait, what's wrong?
Mitsunari: I was observing your sleeping face, Mai-sama.
Mai: Observing?
Mitsunari: It was very lovely.
(That innocent smile of his is blinding......)
(No, no, more importantly!)
I hurriedly sat up from my makeshift futon and tried to fix my hair.
Mai: Um, I didn't say anything weird in my sleep, did I?
Mitsunari: No, you were so quiet I actually started to worry.
Mitsunari: Once I leaned in and felt your breathing, I was finally able to relax.
(So that’s why he was so close. I really have been making him worry this whole time.)
Mai: It’s okay, I feel great.
Mai: I was feeling listless for a while, but I'm fine now. I don't think I have a fever either.
Mitsunari: May I touch you?
Mai: Of course.
Mitsunari: Then, excuse me.
(Wha......?)
Before I knew it, he had closed the distance, and our foreheads lightly bumped together.
(Wait, is that what he meant by touching me?)
Mitsunari: ......? Why do you look so surprised?
Mai: Well...... I thought you were going to check for a fever with your palm.
Mitsunari blinked as if he’d just realized something.
Mitsunari: O-Oh, I'm sorry. I thought this would be easier to tell......
Mitsunari: ......No, that's not it. It was simply what I wanted to do.
(Ugh, he's so cute......)
As Mitsunari-kun's gaze darted around, my heart gave a sweet throb.
Mai: I think I might have just developed a bit of a fever after all.
Mitsunari: ........I believe I might have as well.
(He’s right, his eyes are a little red.)
(I wonder if his heart is racing just like mine?)
Between the relief of the war ending and the security of having Mitsunari-kun by my side, both my body and soul felt light.
Mitsunari: It seems you don't have a fever. I'm glad.
Mitsunari: It’s possible the broken "future" has returned to normal.
Mai: Does that mean those strange occurrences won't happen anymore?
Mitsunari: Yes. While we haven't captured Kicho-dono and Motonari-dono, we were able to deplete their military strength.
Mitsunari: We won't let our guard down, of course, but I doubt they’ll have the power to start a war or a rebellion for some time.
(I see. Thank goodness......)
Mai: It’s all thanks to you for coming up with the plan that led the Oda army to victory, Mitsunari-kun.
Mitsunari: Please, such praise is undeserved. It was only possible because of everyone's cooperation.
(That's true, but still......)
I took Mitsunari-kun’s hands as we sat facing each other.
Mai: I think your power to trust in everyone is what won out over Kicho-san and Motonari-san.
Mitsunari: Eh......
I remember what happened when the battle ended and we returned to camp—
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Men: Mitsunari-sama......!
As I dismounted the horse with Mitsunari-kun, several familiar faces came running toward us.
Mitsunari: Thank you all for your hard work. You performed even better than I had hoped.
Townsperson 1: Please, don't distance yourself with such thanks.
Townsperson 2: He's right! We were prepared to give our all for you, Mitsunari-sama, after you saved our lives and our town!
(These people... they're the townspeople Mitsunari-kun showed mercy to before, aren't they?)
Not only had they participated in this battle as soldiers, but they had also worked with their lord to provide funds and food.
Furthermore, the survivors from that village were so grateful to Mitsunari-kun for his help in their reconstruction that they played a massive role as a scout unit. They used their knowledge of the terrain to gather intelligence and sever the enemy's communication networks.
..
(The villagers feeling indebted is one thing, but the townspeople—who used to turn a blind eye to their own crimes—have truly changed.)
(That makes me so happy.)
Mai: I really do believe it was your power to believe in others that protected the future, Mitsunari-kun.
Mai: It must have given hope to those within the Oda army who were leaning toward betrayal out of paranoia.
Mitsunari: Do you... really think so?
Mai: I do!
In the end, Kicho and Motonari’s faction found that their own schemes no longer functioned. They were defeated by an Oda army united by the power of trust.
(Besides, I heard it from Motonari-san too......)
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Kicho: Sowing seeds of hatred and suspicion among close associates and kin is where the greatest effect is felt.
Kicho: .......This is a plan you never would have conceived in the past.
Mitsunari: Yes. It involves doubting people, betraying them, and making them betray others. It is a strategy that preys upon the weakness, greed, and malice of the heart.
..
(It's incredible how the plan Mitsunari-kun came up with transformed into a strategy of "trusting, helping, and being helped by others.")
Just as I was feeling a renewed sense of admiration for him.....
(Huh?)
For some reason, Mitsunari-kun looked down at our joined hands with a sorrowful expression.
Mai: What's wrong?
Mitsunari: We were victorious. However... it left a mark, didn't it?
(Ah...... there's a faint mark left from the shackles.)
His long fingers brushed against my wrist as if trying to soothe the skin.
Mai: Don't worry about it. It’ll fade and disappear eventually.
Mitsunari: Even if that is true—
Mitsunari: This is proof that you risked your life for my sake....... I, Mitsunari, shall carve this into my heart for as long as I live.
Mai: ....!
Mitsunari-kun knit his brows and pressed his lips to my wrist.
The heat of his lips made my skin shiver, but at the same time, a wave of bittersweetness washed over me.
(From Mitsunari-kun’s perspective, this is also proof of his own sins.)
Unable to stand it, I buried my fingers in Mitsunari-kun’s hair, pulling him close and holding his head to my chest.
Mai: Mitsunari-kun. There’s been so much pain and sadness, hasn't there?
Mai: But let's carry it all together.
Mai: From now on, don't ever suffer alone. Let me support you, the person I love so much.
Mitsunari: Mai-sama......
(Mm..., wait—)
Mitsunari-kun slowly looked up, smiled at me, and pressed a brief kiss to my lips.
Mitsunari: Yes, I promise.
Mitsunari: Your pain is mine. Your sorrow is also mine.
Mai: Your joy is mine. Your happiness is also mine.
Mitsunari: This love belongs—eternally—to the two of us.
(I'm so happy......)
(He feels the same way I do.)
As I tightened my arms around him, a soft breath escaped Mitsunari-kun’s lips.
Mitsunari: ......Mai-sama, I have a request.
Mai: Eh?
Mitsunari: I intended to endure until we returned to Azuchi. However...... it is simply impossible.
Mitsunari: If I did not hold you now, I would regret it.........
Being pierced by those feverish violet eyes made my heart hammer like a bell.
(I want him to know...... how much I thought of him while we were apart.)
Mai: You don’t need to worry about regret. I’m right here with you.
Mitsunari: You are too, Mai-sama?
Mai: Yeah, I wanted to feel your warmth... ah.........
My words were cut off by a kiss as Mitsunari-kun leaned over me.
He urgently hitched up my hem, and his palm slid against my inner thigh.
Mai: Nnh...... ah......
Mitsunari: Please, feel my warmth as much as you desire.
(And here I was thinking how cute he was just a moment ago......)
(But he already has the face of a man.)
His sultry voice vibrating against my eardrums made my chest ache with longing.
Mai: That’s not fair...... You're way too handsome.
Mitsunari: You mustn't provoke me with such a lovely smile.
Mai: Ah...... stop.........
My body jolted as he traced a sensitive spot with his tongue.
Despite that, Mitsunari-kun showed no mercy, nipping at my skin and pushing his long fingers deeper inside.
Mai: Mitsunari... kun.........
Mitsunari: Don’t look away from me...... for I will not look away from you.
Our skin pressed together without a gap as our flushed bodies began to melt into one another.
My vision blurred with tears as I clung to him.
(I can’t... I’m going to lose my mind.)
Mitsunari: I love you......... I could not find......... any other words.
Mai: Ah...... I love you too.........
With my kimono cast aside, a wave of heat filled me.
We traded kisses, our tongues intertwining, as we were enveloped in bliss.
(Ah...... reaching out and touching him like this, it finally feels real.)
(I’m not a reaper anymore. I can live my life with Mitsunari-kun......)
There was a moment on that ship when I’d given up on living.
But I was okay now.
I wished with all my heart to share every moment of the life ahead of me with my precious Mitsunari-kun.
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This translation is a transformative work of localization focused on narrative fluidity and character integrity. My goal is to accurately preserve the original Japanese intent and emotional nuances while providing a natural English reading experience. This project serves as a professional archive to supplement, not replace, the official game experience; all rights belong to the original developers.
It all began several weeks ago—
Emma’s room had been ransacked by an intruder.
When I visited her room, I found Emma standing there, frozen in shock amidst the wreckage.
Relieved to see she was unharmed, I pulled her slender body into an embrace, only for her to look up at me with an expression full of apology.
Emma: I’m sorry. Even the seashell hair ornament you gave me, Silvio-sama...... it was stolen too......
Silvio: Like that matters.
Emma: It does matter! That hair ornament is a precious memento to me.
My chest tightened at those words, because the memories Emma spoke of were just as irreplaceable to me.
(Dammit. Of all the things to take, they had to steal that.)
..
Whenever we walked along the shore together, I’d watched Emma’s face light up at the sight of seashells time and time again.
She would pick them up and try to bring them home like they were the most important things in the world, so I’d even gone as far as having one processed into a necklace for her once.
(She made a much better face than when I gave her expensive jewelry.)
(You’re way too pure...... Thanks to that, even I’m starting to act out of character.)
Emma: Ah, this one is just like the shell I liked and brought home when we went for a walk before!
Emma: It’s such a beautiful color....... I think I’ll take one home as a souvenir.
(You’d think things would change as time passes, but why are you always like this—)
(How can you make a face like that over a worthless shell just rolling around on the ground?)
Emma kept the shells she collected in a jar and treated them with such care. Watching her gaze at them happily as they caught the morning sun had recently become a part of my daily routine.
(I realized I wanted to see that joyful face of yours more often. That’s why......)
When I gave her the custom-made hair ornament modeled after those shells, Emma’s face lit up like a flower in bloom.
Silvio: I had the craftsman look at the real thing to find a stone with the closest possible shade. It’s a rare gem that hardly ever hits the market.
Emma: Thank you so much!
Emma’s innocent, carefree smile looked many times more brilliant than the sparkling water behind her.
..
(I can't buy back the smile Emma had that day with money, but......)
I pulled the corners of my mouth up and deliberately forced out words that contradicted my heart.
Silvio: Whether it’s stolen or lost, if it can be bought with money, I’ll buy you as many as you want.
(I don't want to see you looking like this. I have to put your mind at ease soon.)
(And...... I’m definitely getting back what was stolen.)
(Even if I have to use methods that mean planting one foot firmly on a villainous path.)
Silvio: The thing that can't be bought is safe. For now, that’s enough.
I pulled Emma into an embrace as I spoke my heartfelt thoughts.
From that point on, in addition to further strengthening security measures, I conducted a thorough investigation into the servants and the merchants coming in and out of the castle.
At the same time, I decided to set a trap of my own for the culprit—
(There was that underground auction I’d been letting run so I could sweep up everyone involved in one go. This is the perfect chance to use it.)
I stormed into the manor I’d scouted out just as the auction was ending. I kicked the organizer as he tried to flee and grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.
Silvio: I’m buying out everything, including the building. As of now, I’m the one running this auction.
Organizer: Wh—but, um......
Silvio: I’m not asking. You’re going to pay for managing an illegal trade, but if you want to lighten your sentence even a fraction, you’ll hand it over quietly right now.
(Items stolen from the castle... They’d be cautious about trying to sell them off.)
(But at an underground auction where thieves and stolen goods congregate, there’s a high probability the culprit will show up.)
(I’ll become the host of this auction and smoke the rat out myself.)
"The next event will be an exclusive gathering for guests with a taste for rare jewelry, designed to drive up the bidding prices."
I used my money to spread the rumors. After that, all I had to do was catch the culprit I’d lured in, but—
(Tch. I never imagined Emma would pull a stunt like that.)
Even after I told her I wasn't a participant but the organizer, Emma wouldn't back down for a second.
Emma: In that case, let me participate in the auction too!
Silvio: Hah? Absolutely not. Are you a complete idiot?
(I didn't tell you it was a trap because I didn't want to involve you in something dangerous.)
Looking at Emma’s worried face made my heart stir with an uncontrollable restlessness.
I’d pinned her to the bed just to get her to go to sleep for the night, but Emma wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into a tight embrace.
Silvio: What do you think you’re doing all of a sudden!
Emma: I... I’ll go to sleep now, I won't ask anything else. So, please, at least one last—
Driven by her unusually assertive attitude as she pecked at my lips again and again, I let the provocation take hold and used my tongue to invade and churn through the inside of Emma’s mouth.
Emma: Nnh......
As we traded deep, repeated kisses, Emma’s fingers suddenly brushed against my trousers.
(......Right. I’d shoved the invitation in my pocket.)
When I put together everything we’d talked about and Emma’s completely uncharacteristic behavior, only one conclusion remained.
(You’re planning to pick my pocket for that invitation and join the auction yourself, aren't you?)
A smirk almost escaped me at the thought of the bold plan she’d cooked up out of sheer desperation.
(......You really are something else. It’s painfully obvious, but I’ll play along as a reward for your guts.)
Silvio: Hah. You’ve certainly become quite the submissive one, haven’t you?
Emma: I just wanted to be spoiled.
Emma: I felt a little lonely realizing there’s still a side of Silvio-sama that I don’t know......
Silvio: Is that so? Then I guess I’ll have to give you plenty of love tonight until you’re begging me to stop, won't I?
Perhaps fearing her hidden prize would be discovered, Emma shed her own clothes. I let my lips wander over her skin, teasing her until her slender body began to tremble.
Silvio: Making a face like that from just this is proof of how sensitive your body’s become.
I slid my hand down her thigh and reached into her damp heat, stirring inside her.
Emma: Ah!
After that, I kept her melting in pleasure until her consciousness finally faded......
(You’ve certainly become quite the wicked woman, haven’t you?)
I brushed my finger against her sleeping face—which looked far too innocent to belong to a "wicked woman"—and pressed a kiss to her temple.
...
And then, the day of the underground auction arrived—
Just as I’d planned, the seashell hair ornament was brought in for the auction.
I summoned the man who brought it to the waiting room and kicked him, sending him tumbling easily to the floor.
Silvio: So you’re the culprit.
I ground my foot into him, and I could feel his body trembling through the sole of my boot.
Silvio: A servant who worked at the palace, huh? I thought you looked familiar.
Mysterious Man: H-hyeeh! I’m so sorry!
Silvio: You’re the one who committed this outrage. I trust you’re prepared to pay the price?
Mysterious Man: Uugh......
Just as I was glaring down at the utterly terrified man—
Emma: What are you doing!?
Emma appeared in the room, staring at us with eyes wide in shock.
Silvio: You...... Not only did you swipe that invitation, but you actually barged your way in here after all.
Silvio: You really are an impossible woman to deal with.
(I won't tell you that your guts are part of what I like about you, though.)
Once I handed the man over to the knights, Emma finally let out a smile of relief, but a moment later, her face filled with even greater surprise.
Emma: Silvio-sama, is that......!?
Emma’s gaze was fixed on the seashell hair ornament.
(Finally noticed, did you?)
Emma: You became the organizer of the underground auction just to set a trap for this, didn't you, Silvio-sama?
Silvio: Hey, wipe that grin off your face.
Emma: I’m sorry...... I’m just so happy, I couldn't help it.
Emma: Silvio-sama, thank you so much. Truly.
Silvio: I didn't do anything worth being thanked for. It just didn't sit right with me, that’s all.
Emma: Even if that's the case, I’m just so happy you got my precious hair ornament back for me.
Dressed in her finest, Emma reached out happily toward the ornament.
(Dammit, you’re way too cute.)
(If it means getting to see this smile, then it was definitely worth getting back.)
A sense of fulfillment that money could never buy filled my chest, and a smile nearly tugged at my own lips.
(But simply handing it over wouldn't be very like me.)
Watching Emma’s smile deepen, a certain playful streak began to stir.
(It’s your fault for making a face that practically invites trouble, you know?)
Silvio: I never said I’d give it back for free.
Silvio: This is an auction venue. If you want this hair ornament, you’re going to have to outbid everyone else for me.
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Monday. It was time for my internship to resume.
Early in the morning, I had just sat down at my desk when I received a notification regarding my work.
During my time as an intern, I had gained a much deeper understanding of our product, "Boundless," and I’d begun reaching out to the experts on my preliminary invitation list during office hours.
The message I received today came from a well-known figure in the world of art.
The artist expressed a desire for us to meet and communicate in person.
I brought the matter to Li Cheng’s attention.
According to Li Cheng, this gentleman has achieved great heights in the field of classical art and almost never accepts commercial engagements.
This was a rare opportunity; regardless of the outcome, it was worth going and trying to talk to him.
However, the project team couldn't spare any other staff, so I would have to make the business trip on my own—with all expenses covered by the company.
Li Cheng: Are you free during this time? If not, I can arrange for someone else to go.
I didn't have many classes lately, so I was actually quite free.
Me: I’m free. I can go.
Li Cheng: Then I’ll have to trouble you. I’ll approve a few extra days for your business trip; just think of it as a little getaway to clear your head.
The day after the approval process was finalized, I arrived at my destination.
The address of the artist I was supposed to visit was right near West Lake, and I found it without much trouble.
However, after explaining the purpose of my visit, I didn't get to see the artist himself; instead, I was met by the household's butler.
The butler explained that the artist had suddenly fallen ill and was resting at home, and he apologized for the lack of advance notice.
I gave it some thought; since I didn't have anything pressing to attend to and wasn't in any rush to head back, I told him I could wait a few days and return once the artist was feeling better.
Butler: I am truly sorry, but it seems Miss Y/N may have to wait a few more days.
Butler: Oh, that reminds me—there is one more thing. Would Miss Y/N be willing to do me a small favor?
The butler mentioned that the artist is getting older and has difficulty moving around, but since the air in Hangzhou is so fresh lately and the scenery at West Lake is a rare beauty, he had a request.
He hoped to commission me to take a few photos by the lake to serve as reference for the artist’s upcoming paintings.
Butler: I had originally asked someone else to take them, but the Master wasn't quite satisfied with any of the photos they brought back.
Butler: Since Miss Y/N will be in Hangzhou for the next few days anyway, I was wondering if I could trouble you to help us take a few shots? We will cover all associated costs, of course.
I felt the request was a bit strange. Would a professional partner normally ask something like this of a collaborator?
I looked at the butler, trying to find a crack in his expression that might justify my suspicion.
But he simply maintained a polite smile, seemingly seeing nothing wrong with the request he had just made.
Isn't it even more unreasonable that he doesn't think his request is unreasonable?
Or was I just overthinking things?
Then again, a business trip is really just working from a different location...
After a moment’s thought, I decided to agree for now. After all, I was here to secure a partnership; I couldn't very well refuse a direct request like this to his face.
If he ended up being dissatisfied and pulled out of the deal, then this whole trip really would have been for nothing.
I might as well treat it like a vacation and snap a few photos along the way.
Me: Alright, though I can't guarantee the Master will like what I capture.
Butler: Thank you ever so much.
Butler: It’s just for reference, so please, Miss Y/N, feel free to take them according to your own tastes.
Butler: These are the specific locations and angles the Master is looking for.
Butler: The scenery of West Lake is always fresh to the eyes; perhaps Miss Y/N will be able to capture something truly special.
The butler handed me a few photos along with a digital camera.
He told me I could use these photos as a reference for the angles and to contact him whenever if I had any questions.
I looked over the photos in my hand.
I couldn't tell when they were taken, but the locations were all easily recognizable landmarks.
They were Broken Bridge, Leifeng Pagoda, Three Pools Mirroring the Moon, and Lingyin Temple.
None of these places were very far apart. It was currently noon, and the closest spot to the artist's residence was Broken Bridge.
I could start there.
I strolled slowly along the West Lake promenade, taking in the scenery as I walked, and after crossing two streets, I arrived at Broken Bridge.
The camera the butler gave me appeared to be a high-end digital model; the controls weren't overly complicated, and after a bit of tinkering, I had a general idea of how to use it.
Comparing it with the photo, I found a nearly identical vantage point, then raised the camera and pressed the shutter.
The petals drifted over the lush banks as the scent of lotus wafted through the air; a cool breeze brushed against the railings by the water, fluttering the hem of my clothes like the ripples on the lake.
I prepared to flip through the photo I had just taken, only to see an ancient, rustic building appearing on the camera screen that hadn't been in the original frame.
At the entrance... there was also a blurred figure with their back turned toward me.
What is this? That definitely wasn't there when I pressed the shutter...
I looked toward that direction once more, and everything seemed normal, yet the screen had undeniably captured something that wasn't there.
A chill crept up from the soles of my feet, sending a shiver down my spine. I instinctively switched off the camera, only feeling a sense of security once the screen went black.
Just as I was hesitating over whether to turn it back on, several streaks of water slid down the dark display.
A sudden coldness and moisture seemed to envelop me instantly; fine droplets of rain began falling continuously against my skin, and the abrupt drop in temperature made me shudder involuntarily.
How did the rain start falling so heavily all of a sudden?
Before I could process the thought, the moment I looked up, my mind went completely blank.
Upon Broken Bridge, the tourists who had been snapping photos with their phones and cameras seemed to have vanished in the blink of an eye.
In their place were pedestrians dressed in ancient attire, hurrying along while wearing bamboo hats or holding oil-paper umbrellas.
Someone even passed by me, casting a strange, sidelong glance my way.
Have I been pulled into another world instance? There wasn't even a moment to buffer.
The rain quickly soaked through my clothes and hair. Casting aside my frantic thoughts, I began to run across the bridge, desperate to find somewhere to take cover.
The various umbrellas of the passersby moved through the willows along the embankment like a cluster of colorful mushrooms.
Just as I reached the center of the bridge, a middle-aged man in a coir raincoat dashed past, and the large bamboo basket overflowing with goods on his shoulder slammed straight into me.
Caught off guard, I lost my footing and began to tumble backward.
But then, a hand caught my wrist and gently pulled me back.
That hand was colder than the rainwater, feeling as though it had been steeped in the depths of a secluded mountain stream from the fingertips to the palm.
A tall figure loomed over me as the umbrellas of the crowd collided, sending a spray of raindrops from the edges of the silks splashing into my eyes. I instinctively closed them.
The bamboo-leaf pattern of the person's oil-paper umbrella flashed briefly before my eyes, and the moment I regained my balance, the surrounding wind and rain completely vanished.
The next instant, I opened my eyes.
The first thing to meet my eyes was a plain white collar, followed by the hand holding the umbrella—his fingers clean and slender.
The man tilted the umbrella toward me, walling off the chaos of the outside world as he spoke with a gentle, polite tone.
???: In the urgency of the moment, I’m afraid I’ve been a bit forward.
???: Please, forgive my intrusion.
That familiar voice and face suddenly filled my senses without warning.
At such a close distance, the ends of our hair drifted in the wind, tangling together ever so slightly.
Amidst the misty drizzle and lush greenery of this water-bound southern town of white walls and black tiles, he looked like a resting heron.
Those lead-gray eyes seemed even more hazy and tender, as if they had been brushed by the clouds and the steam.
It was Yi Yu...
But the way he looked at me was entirely foreign—polite, yet carrying a faint sense of detachment.
He withdrew the hand that had been steadying my wrist.
Yi Yu: The path is slick from the rain. You must be careful.
Me: ......Thank you.
He responded with a faint smile.
Yi Yu: Think nothing of it; it was merely a small courtesy.
Yi Yu: Where are you headed? The rain is picking up; allow me to escort you a part of the way.
Seeing me staring at him like that, Yi Yu paused—perhaps misinterpreting my silence as a lack of trust.
Yi Yu: I can take you as far as the nearest shelter, then you may go your own way once the rain lets up.
Yi Yu: It’s just that...
He glanced around at our surroundings, appearing a bit conflicted.
Yi Yu: There aren't many places to stop and rest nearby...
Yi Yu: If you don't mind, my clinic is close by. You are welcome to sit there for a while until it passes.
I certainly needed a place to take cover, and his proposal provided the perfect opportunity for me to get my bearings.
Besides, even though we were technically strangers right now, I still trusted him more than any other unknown entity in this unfamiliar time and space.
So, I took the chance and agreed.
Me: All right. Thank you for having me.
Yi Yu stepped over to my side.
Yi Yu: It is no trouble at all. Let us go.
We walked forward side by side. Yi Yu guided me to the safer, inner side of the path, all while maintaining a respectful distance between us.
I turned to look at him and noticed that the shoulder exposed to the rain was already completely soaked.
The oil-paper umbrella wasn't very large; for both of us to stay dry, we would have had to press close together.
Yi Yu was clearly mindful of this, choosing to protect my reputation, as the strict social boundaries between men and women in this era were an unspoken rule.
I couldn't help but speak up.
Me: You should move closer, really. It’s fine.
Yi Yu: It matters not. I can simply change into something else later.
Yi Yu: But you... Your clothes are quite thin. I would not want you to catch a chill.
When he reached that pause, his gaze drifted briefly over my more modern attire before quickly darting away.
Even though he seemed a bit embarrassed, that split-second look made me feel as if I were being scrutinized by something cold and dangerous.
Was it just the chill from the wind and rain affecting me?
I wrapped my arms slightly tighter around myself and moved closer to him.
Me: You've been soaked so much already, you might catch a cold too, right?
Me: Let's just pretend we’re bamboo shoots, and it's only our husks that are touching.
Yi Yu looked at me with a hint of surprise, then let out a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling with genuine amusement.
Yi Yu: Why is it that you have turned things around to comfort me?
He spoke the words, yet he didn't pull away again.
Yi Yu: You have a cheerful and innocent nature, but you should still exercise more caution when interacting with strangers in the future.
His tone was gentle, a subtle reminder that I should remain vigilant and keep my guard up.
Of course, I knew that; it was only because it was him that I could afford to be so defenseless.
As we walked, the physical contact between us increased due to our proximity, and being this close allowed me to catch the faint, lingering scent of medicinal herbs clinging to his clothes.
I looked up and met his downward gaze.
My brain seemed to short-circuit for a moment, and I ended up blabbing out a dry response.
Me: ......You're a good person. I trust you.
Wait... why am I handing out "good person" cards now? My tongue always fails me when I need it most.
I wasn't sure what part of that caught Yi Yu's sense of humor again, but he laughed, his expression softening. By the end, however, a trace of something complex flickered in his eyes, making them difficult to read.
Yi Yu: A good person?
Yi Yu: You flatter me.
He slowed his pace.
Yi Yu: Watch your step.
He smoothly changed the subject, returning to his usual composed demeanor in a heartbeat.
Yi Yu: The cobblestones are covered in moss and rainwater. You may hold onto my sleeve if you wish.
That patch of plain white drifted before my eyes like light gauze or a stray cloud. I reached out and caught it gently, letting the fabric settle in my palm.
Me: Thank you, sir.
Me: I still don't know your name.
Yi Yu: Yi Yu.
Me: My name is Y/N.
Yi Yu: Y/N...
He repeated my name softly, his voice carrying the natural, lingering affection of the southern wetlands.
The fine rain drummed against the surface of the umbrella, making the bamboo leaf patterns tremble. That muffled pitter-patter accompanied us for the rest of the way.
After rounding a corner, Yi Yu said, "We're here."
Stopping in front of the building, I stood there in a daze for a moment.
This clinic was almost identical to the building in the photo I had taken.
I had entered this place right after capturing that image, so does that mean this clinic is likely the key to my return?
Amidst my surprise, I began to observe the surroundings again and immediately noticed the plaque hanging right above the entrance.
—Baohe Tang.
Perhaps pharmacies and clinics are often given names like this, which is why it feels so familiar.
I pushed my thoughts aside for the moment and followed Yi Yu inside the clinic.
Yi Yu gestured for me to make myself at home while he went upstairs to change his clothes.
The clinic was empty, but every area was tidy and clearly organized, with a kettle of water boiling over a brazier.
Before long, I felt a sudden weight on my shoulders as a large garment, smelling of bamboo and faint medicinal herbs, was wrapped around me.
It appeared to be Yi Yu's outer robe.
Yi Yu's voice sounded from behind me.
Yi Yu: I don't have any women's clothing here, so you'll have to make do with mine.
Me: It's fine.
Yi Yu moved to sit beside me and poured me a cup of hot tea.
Yi Yu: This will help ward off the cold.
Me: Thank you.
No matter what, this place is far from simple. I have to find a way to stay here.
Me: Actually... if I hadn't followed you here, I wouldn't have known where else to go.
I let out a soft sigh, taking the opportunity to build up my cover story, making my tone sound as lost and helpless as possible.
Yi Yu: Oh... is that so?
He took a shallow sip of his tea, his tone remaining casual.
Wait. Why is he leaving it at that?
Ask me more! I already have the script ready in my head.
I feigned drinking my tea to gauge his reaction, only to find myself meeting his gaze—and he was smiling.
He set down his teacup, finally showing the concerned expression I had anticipated.
Yi Yu: What happened?
Even though something felt a little off, it didn't matter as long as I got the result I wanted.
Me: I’m from out of town. A relative of mine said he was doing big business here in Lin'an, so my family sent me to work for him.
Me: But after I arrived, he kept making excuses. I never saw any storefront or staff, and he kept me locked away in a remote courtyard.
Me: Then... I actually overheard him planning to sell me to a human trafficker, so I ran away immediately.
Me: Now, I’m all alone... with no money and nowhere to go.
I clenched my hands tightly as if struggling to suppress my anxiety, then summoned the courage to speak.
Me: I know this might be forward of me, but I have to ask.
Me: Could I stay here and work for you?
Me: I don’t need a salary—just simple food and a place to sleep would be enough...
By the time I finished, I started to wonder if I was being a bit too demanding.
Just as my confidence began to waver—and I was debating whether to make my story even more tragic or reveal through the Silhouette that I actually had some knowledge of pharmacology—Yi Yu agreed without much hesitation.
Yi Yu: That is fine.
That easily? He’s not going to press for more details?
He poured more tea for me, his voice sounding somewhat ethereal over the trickling of the water.
Yi Yu: As a healer, one must cast aside the pursuit of fame and fortune, and focus solely on the resolve to aid and rescue others.
Yi Yu: You may stay here and put your mind at ease, though life may be a bit simple and austere.
Yi Yu: Should you wish to leave in the future, you are free to do so at any time.
Me: Not at all! I’ve already troubled you so much, how could I possibly be picky?
Me: Thank you so much. I promise I’ll work hard.
But Yi Yu's next question truly stumped me.
To put it simply, I didn't have an ancient identity card—a travel permit.
Just as I told him I didn't have one and was about to explain that it had been lost, a man's voice called out from the entrance.
???: Dr. Yi, I went out to gather more herbs today. Please, have a look.
I looked toward the voice and saw a handsome young man walking in. Upon seeing me, he gave a polite nod.
Yi Yu: Leave them in the backyard as usual.
???: Of course.
As the man passed us, something seemed to occur to Yi Yu. He tilted his head slightly to watch the man's retreating figure, then turned back to me.
Yi Yu: Do not worry about your documentation. I will take care of it.
Yi Yu: By the way, the man who just entered is the apprentice who helps out in the clinic. You will be working alongside him from now on.
Yi Yu: His name is Xu Xian.
Xu Xian?!
Me: Which characters are used for his name?
Yi Yu: "Xu" as in a promise, and "Xian" as in an immortal.
Hearing those words, my thoughts began to drift.
West Lake, a medical clinic, and a colleague named Xu Xian with the exact same profession... could there really be this many coincidences involving the Legend of the White Snake?
But this seemed to differ from the story I remembered.
And so, I asked a probing question.
Me: Is Xu Xian married?
Yi Yu paused mid-sip. He rotated the cup in his hand, his gaze shifting toward me at an unhurried pace.
I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination, but his expression seemed to grow a bit colder.
Yi Yu: He is.
Me: And his wife?
Yi Yu: I have never met her. He and I are not on such intimate terms.
Yi Yu: But according to him, they are a very devoted couple.
He poured the remaining tea from his cup into the brazier; with a sharp sizzle, the charcoal fire was extinguished.
The sparks danced in his eyes before fading into the color of cinders, yet the smile on his lips never wavered.
Yi Yu: Are you curious about him?
Ah... not exactly. I just thought that since we'll be working together from now on, I should get a sense of the situation.
Me: It'll help me settle in faster.
Yi Yu: Xu Xian has a reserved personality. If you are too enthusiastic, it may actually have the opposite effect.
Yi Yu: It would be best to maintain a professional distance and treat him as a casual acquaintance.
I nodded.
Me: Okay. I’ll do as you say.
After that, Yi Yu helped me tidy up a room and provided me with some clothes and personal items.
Yi Yu handled the cooking for dinner. It was just the two of us; Xu Xian had his own residence and didn't share meals or living quarters with us.
I tucked the camera away in the very back of a dresser drawer. After washing up and crawling into bed, the sense of security from having a place to settle down lulled me into a deep sleep.
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The next morning, while I was enjoying the steaming breakfast Yi Yu had bought, I saw Xu Xian walk over to the table with a smile on his face.
Xu Xian: Meimei, when do you and Dr. Yi plan to be wed?
I was right in the middle of a sip of porridge; the question shocked me so much I forgot to blow on it, sending a mouthful of scalding heat straight into my mouth and burning my tongue.
Seeing this, Yi Yu poured a cup of cool water. Before I could even reach for it, he had already brought it to my lips.
I ended up swallowing it down in a complete daze.
But my confusion only grew.
...What on earth have I stumbled into? Is this even the same world I was in yesterday?
Why is it that I understand every single word Xu Xian said, yet I can't make sense of them when they're put together?
Me: ....I must still be dreaming.
Yi Yu brushed a stray lock of hair behind my shoulder. He seemed to be stifling a laugh at my reaction, though his tone carried a note of genuine surprise as well.
Yi Yu: I heard it too.
Seeing us like this only seemed to make Xu Xian look more relieved.
Xu Xian: Meimei, seeing the two of you so devoted to one another truly warms my heart.
Xu Xian: We spoke before of holding the wedding within the next fortnight. Have you decided on a specific date yet?
Me: Huh?
How did I not only become Xu Xian’s sister, but also end up on the verge of marrying Yi Yu?
Did someone pull the progress bar at double speed?
Yi Yu stood up at that moment.
Yi Yu: Brother Xu, a word in private?
The two of them headed to the backyard. A short while later, they returned, and Xu Xian set about preparing the clinic for the day’s business.
Yi Yu sat down beside me and let out a faint sigh.
Yi Yu: I am sorry. This is my fault.
Yi Yu: I considered how difficult it is for a person without an identity—a hidden citizen—to remain unnoticed. An unfamiliar face with no clear origin is easily reported by neighbors.
Yi Yu: Should the authorities discover you... since I promised you a safe place to stay, I could not let you face those consequences.
Yi Yu: Therefore, I used a form of medicinal hypnosis on Xu Xian last night. I intended for him to believe you were his sister who had come to seek his help, making it easier to arrange a temporary residency permit for you.
Yi Yu: I am not sure where the error occurred, but after a single night, this new idea has taken root in his mind quite deeply.
Yi Yu: I already felt a great deal of guilt toward Xu Xian for doing this. I never imagined it would involve you in this way...
He lowered his eyes, his voice tinged with self-deprecation.
Yi Yu: The methods recorded in the ancient texts are exquisite; it seems my skills were lacking, and I acted too impulsively.
So the root of the problem was me after all—he only did this to help me.
Me: Don’t blame yourself. You didn't intend for this to happen, and there were factors beyond your control. You couldn't have known, right?
I reached out and tugged at his sleeve.
Me: It's okay. At least the residency issue will be smoother now, won't it? The situation isn't that bad.
Yi Yu: But this concerns your marriage...
Yi Yu: Are you already betrothed? Do you have someone else in your heart?
Yi Yu: If so, I imagine he would find this quite distressing.
His tone was sincere, as if he were considering my well-being at every turn.
I shook my head.
Me: Neither.
Just as I was about to ask if there was a way to break this ancient hypnosis or how long it would last, Yi Yu followed up with another question.
Yi Yu: In that case... why don't we simply play along?
Yi Yu: A sham marriage to solidify your identity. What do you think?
The question I hadn't asked died in my throat.
I was surprised, but I also felt something I couldn't quite put into words.
Me: Are you always... this kind?
Me: If it were anyone else today, would you have asked the same thing?
Yi Yu shook his head.
Yi Yu: No.
Yi Yu: There is no rush. Take the day to think it over.
With that, he rose and headed to the backyard, presumably to tend to the herbs.
I finished the rest of my breakfast and, after tidying up, prepared to go help out. But when I turned around, I found Xu Xian standing directly behind me, staring blankly.
Xu Xian: Meimei, there is something I wish to say to you.
Me: Uh... all right.
Xu Xian: Dr. Yi may be deeply devoted to you, but you cannot keep him... dangling like this forever.
Xu Xian: Postponing the wedding date time and time again is simply no way to handle things.
Xu Xian: Since the two of you are clearly of one heart, seeing you start your family soon would set my mind at ease.
Me: ......
Seriously, brother, aren't you filling in way too many blanks on your own?
Me: Fine... I understand.
Xu Xian nodded and turned to leave.
In truth, I really didn't have much to worry about regarding this matter, especially since the outcome worked in my favor anyway.
And so, I went straight to find Yi Yu.
Me: About the sham marriage—I’ve given it some serious thought, and I’m truly willing to go through with it.
Me: If anything, you’re the one helping me so much. I don’t even know how I’ll ever repay you.
The sound of herbs being ground stopped. He looked at me, his gaze softening.
Yi Yu: Then, how about you repay me by living well and working hard?
Yi Yu: However, if we were to treat this as a formal wedding, it would be quite rushed. There is no time to prepare the proper rites or traditional gifts.
Yi Yu: Shall we treat this ceremony as an engagement for now?
Yi Yu: We can settle the rest of the formalities later.
Huh? Why is he thinking so far ahead?
Me: Okay.
Me: No need to invite too many people. We can just keep things simple.
After that, I once again felt as if the plot had hit the fast-forward button somewhere beyond my sight.
Just two days later, I found myself sitting on the bed in a room adorned for a wedding night.
I couldn't help but marvel at Yi Yu's efficiency.
He had only stopped by to ask me about a few small preferences and details; he handled everything else so I wouldn't have to worry.
It left me feeling a bit lightheaded after going through all the ceremonies.
So this is it... I'm married?
Yi Yu was downstairs sharing drinks with Xu Xian and a few neighbors; since neither of us had any living parents or close kin, the guest list was small.
I rose and sat before the vanity, beginning to remove the somewhat cumbersome hair ornaments.
Just then, the door creaked open, and Yi Yu's figure appeared in the room; as he approached my side, his footing seemed to falter for a moment.
I hurriedly reached out to catch him, and his tall frame fell right into my arms.
Yi Yu: My apologies. They forced quite a bit of wine on me.
His breath brushed against the side of my neck, carrying a faint warmth that rose and fell in shallow, uneven rhythm.
I helped him sit down on the edge of the bed, then poured a cup of tea and handed it to him.
Me: You should have just told them you couldn't drink that much. Don't be so honest next time.
Yi Yu rubbed the space between his brows, though a smile still lingered on his lips.
Yi Yu: On such a joyous day, since their words were meant as blessings, I naturally had to accept them all.
Yi Yu: It is no matter. It has simply been a long while since I last drank, and I was caught a bit off guard.
Me: Are you feeling dizzy?
Yi Yu: Mmh, a little.
Me: Come closer. I'll help you take off your headpiece.
Yi Yu seemed caught in a state between sobriety and intoxication, but he obediently lowered his head.
It wasn't until this very moment that the reality of being married finally began to sink in.
I helped him remove the crown. Without it holding everything in place, his hair cascaded down completely.
I couldn't help myself and gently brushed a lock of hair away from his ear.
In the next instant, he seized my wrist and looked up, staring straight at me.
His skin was originally a pale, bloodless white, like a lifeless porcelain vase, but now it was flushed with a hint of drunken crimson, his eyes reflecting the flickering firelight of the room.
He looked like a gorgeous specter or some captivating spirit from the deep woods.
He pulled my wrist up to the tip of his nose, then parted his lips slightly as if I were a piece of food he intended to devour.
I hurriedly called out his name.
Me: Yi Yu! You’re drunk.
He stopped just in time, lowering his gaze as if lost in thought, before seemingly regaining his senses and letting go of my hand.
As he stood up, he let the bed curtains fall and began walking toward the window.
Yi Yu: You should get some rest. I will sleep on the daybed tonight.
The thin curtains immediately cut off my line of sight; amidst the sea of red, the candlelight cast a hazy silhouette.
Me: Yi Yu, sleep here.
I called out to stop him.
Me: The daybed is too hard and very cold.
He paused but didn't move, and when his voice reached me, it seemed to have taken on the heavy stillness of the night.
Yi Yu: Then... thank you for your consideration.
He turned back, extinguishing the rest of the candles one by one until only the dragon and phoenix pair remained.
Then, a hand gently parted the bed curtains, as if lifting a red bridal veil.
Afterward, we lay down fully clothed on opposite sides of the bed, keeping a modest distance between us.
Once the initial nerves passed, the quiet surroundings and the cozy blankets pulled me into a deep sleep.
It was a dreamless night.
Darkness—a darkness so complete that not a single speck of light could be seen.
I had no idea where I was, so I could only move my feet forward in a futile attempt to explore.
Then, I caught the fresh scent of medicinal herbs, tinged with a slight bitterness.
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Part 2
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Season 3 Chapter 1-15: The Death of Utopia (乌托邦之死) | MLQC
Chapter 1-10
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Youran: So, are you going to share your investigation with me?
Gavin: That’s STF classified.
I didn't expect him to crack a smile just a moment later. He leaned back against the wire fence, returning to his usual cool self.
Youran: It is classified, but I don't intend to keep anything from you either.
Youran: Just now, I used my Evol to pull some clues from the security guard's memory, including your conversation with him.
Gavin: I didn't say much.
Gavin: The only reason I told him to keep his mouth shut was to prevent his comments from sparking baseless rumors.
Youran: True, but I looked at his memory from the night of the incident, and I found something very peculiar—
Gavin: Playing hard to get?
Youran: That depends on Officer Gavin’s sincerity.
Gavin: I don’t strike deals.
Gavin: If you want to share, share. If you don't, I’ll eventually find it on my own anyway.
Gavin arched an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest with an air of cool, effortless confidence.
Youran: .....Isn't that a bit cold?
Gavin: Your words—be yourself.
Gavin: Think about it. I don't have much patience.
Youran: ......
How had I never noticed how stubborn he could be?
Seeing the slight curve of his lips, I couldn't help but feel my heart soften.
Gavin, do you think this is fate's way of giving us another chance to get to know each other from a different perspective?
I blinked, realizing I had no choice but to surrender to him.
Youran: I checked that man's memory, and there really were no signs of it being altered.
Youran: But I noticed that when he first arrived at the scene, there was a visible trace of distortion on the wall in the corner of his vision.
Gavin: Distorted walls?
Gavin: He didn't mention that before.
Youran: He probably didn't even notice it himself. It was tucked away in a corner of his memory.
Youran: Memories can record far more than our conscious minds ever do.
A flash of something deep crossed Gavin's eyes for a moment before being quickly masked.
Gavin: What did the distortion look like?
Youran: It was… like looking through the heat rising above a flame. Everything was shimmering and blurred.
Youran: But I didn't see any fire nearby.
Gavin: Show me where.
He immediately stood up, clearly recognizing the gravity of the situation.
Youran: Okay, follow me.
I started to run toward the rooftop door. But a sudden gust of wind swept in, scooping me into a firm, cool, yet gentle embrace.
His arm hooked around me naturally, only to freeze in place a second later. We both stood there, blinking at each other in awkward silence.
Youran: .....?
Gavin: ......
Gavin: Taking the stairs is too slow.
His ears turned bright red in an instant, but his tone remained as gruff as ever.
Gavin: For the record, if you’re the one who caught me off guard, then I’m not the one breaking my own rules.
Youran: Huh……?
Before I even had a chance to react, Gavin pulled me close and leaped high into the air, riding the wind. He vaulted over the railing and we began to plummet toward the ground.
Those brilliant eyes were filled with my own reflection in his amber gaze. In that split second, I finally understood what he was hinting at.
As we fell rapidly, I felt no fear at all. I simply wrapped my arms around him tightly and activated my Evol.
Medical Examiner: These bodies show clear signs of high-altitude falls. There are no other marks of physical violence or assault.
Medical Examiner: The estimated time of death is ten o'clock last night.
Gavin: ……Ten o'clock?
Medical Examiner: Judging by the lividity and rigor mortis, the time of death shouldn't exceed seven hours ago.
Eli: According to our investigation of Zhao Yang's missing watch, the last signal was recorded at 8:15 PM on the 17th, at the bus stop near the school entrance.
Eli: That watch generates a tracking signal every two hours. We’ve investigated all the passengers on the bus at that time, but we haven't found any trace of the watch.
Eli: There are too many contradictions here, but someone must have obtained Zhao Yang's watch one way or another.
Eli: However, there were no signs of struggle on Zhao Yang’s body, which suggests it might have been stolen, or perhaps Zhao Yang gave it to them willingly.
Gavin: If it was stolen, the timing is far too convenient.
Gavin: Besides, three days have passed without another signal appearing. It’s as if the person knows the watch is being tracked.
Eli: Well, the suicides made the news, after all.
Gavin: But if it really was a suicide, there would be even less reason for them to worry about the watch being investigated.
Gavin: What are they so afraid of?
Eli: Does that mean... there was something recorded on that watch that couldn't be discovered? And then someone stole it?
Eli: No, that doesn't make sense. If Zhao Yang really had found something out, they only needed to make his death look like a suicide. Why go through the trouble of staging a mass suicide?
Eli: It just makes things more complicated. If the goal was to steal something quietly, a mass suicide is way too high-profile. It’s a complete contradiction.
Eli: Plus, according to our interviews, those kids really weren't having a great time. They all showed some degree of suicidal ideation.
Gavin: .......
Gavin: There shouldn't be any footage in the school's surveillance of those kids heading to the rooftop, right?
Eli: Right, there are no cameras up there. We only have hallway footage showing the kids leaving their respective classrooms after school.
Gavin: ......
Gavin: Are we certain there were only four children involved in this mass suicide?
Gavin: Did you detect any Evol wavelengths on the bodies?
Xiao Wei: Yes, Captain. However, the levels are extremely faint, so we should be able to rule out the possibility of an Evolver being directly involved in the crime.
Xiao Wei: It’s more likely to be residual traces left behind by a specialized device powered by Evol.
Xiao Wei: Additionally, we didn't find any Evol fingerprints.
Xiao Wei: But upon comparison, we discovered something very strange...
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A flood of fragmented images poured into my mind. The sheer volume of information was so overwhelming that I could only passively absorb it all into my consciousness.
In the moment of our fall, a violent gust of wind surged upward, setting us down safely on level ground.
I was overcome by a wave of dizziness and leaned against him instinctively.
Gavin didn't move for a while, either. He just stood there, and it was a long time before he finally spoke.
Gavin: If you keep holding on like this, I'm really going to have to count it as a sneak attack.
Youran: As if I’d ever be capable of catching Officer Gavin off guard.
I let go somewhat reluctantly and took a half-step back.
Gavin: If those kids really fell from here, then this was the entire duration.
Youran: One or two seconds... there’s no way that would account for a jump from 10:00 back to 9:03.
Something had to have altered both the time and the nature of those children's deaths.
Youran: What exactly are Evol fingerprints?
Gavin: That's STF classified. Can't...
Gavin: What are you doing?
Seeing me cling to him like a koala again, he knit his brows, his ears turning red once more.
Youran: It's fine. I can just "sneak attack" you one more time.
Gavin: You weren't like this before.
Youran: Maybe that's because you used to just go along with whatever I wanted.
I smiled, feeling an inexplicable surge of courage lifted by the weight of our past.
Youran: So, you don't know just how stubborn I can be yet.
Gavin: I know.
Gavin: If you weren't, you wouldn't have taken all those responsibilities onto your shoulders.
He lowered his eyes, looking straight into the depths of mine. Then, with a quick sweep of his hand, he caught me by the back of my neck and pulled me back down.
Gavin: Evol fingerprints—they're a new investigative breakthrough from the STF Research Department specifically for Evol-related crimes.
Gavin: As the world reset and moved forward again, the public disclosure of Evol gave us access to more research methods and samples.
Gavin: For specific Evol crimes, we've been hoping to obtain more physical, forensic-level evidence, but the process has been harder than expected.
Gavin: Eventually, we were able to define and record Evol in the form of energy wavelengths.
Gavin: We discovered that the energy bands produced by different Evolvers after using their abilities are unique—
Youran: Just like a human fingerprint?
Gavin: That's why we call them Evol fingerprints.
Youran: .....Have they been researching this for a long time?
Gavin: If you count the repeated time since the world moved forward, it's been at least ten years.
Gavin: It's just that the equipment for this specific test is still in its final trial phase. It can't be used as grounds for a conviction yet.
Youran: I've never heard you mention this before....
Gavin: Before it was successful, it was indeed a top-tier STF secret.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, looking particularly boyish as if he were resonating with his past self.
Gavin: Where was that distorted wall you mentioned?
Youran: Over here.
I led him to the wall diagonally across from where the bodies had fallen, pointing toward the direction I had seen in the memory.
Youran: Right here.
Following my lead, Gavin checked the area thoroughly, but he didn't seem to find anything.
Naturally, there were no traces of scorch marks from a fire, either.
Youran: I’m sure I didn't see it wrong…
Gavin: I believe you.
His voice was calm, yet exceptionally firm.
Gavin: If there really is some kind of Evol-driven device involved, as the Research Department suspects, it would explain everything.
Gavin: But I need to confirm it. I have to go back to the STF to grab something.
The setting autumn sun hung beside him, tracing a brilliant edge of light along his silhouette.
Youran: Gavin, if the STF's equipment can be officially put into use, does that mean all Evol activity—including specialized devices—can be detected?
Youran: Would it be able to stop a lot of things from happening?
He turned around, his gaze burning as he looked at me.
Gavin: If all goes well, we’ll be able to quickly locate things like those machines used to collect Evol energy in the Hunter Game.
Gavin: Evolver assassinations, the Bloodline Disorder, and even incidents caused by Odyssey... we’ll have a much more precise path to resolving them.
Gavin: That’s the entire purpose behind all the blood, sweat, and tears the Research Department has poured into this.
During the time Gavin was away, I didn’t want to waste a single second. I continued to circle the school grounds, interviewing more and more students.
Utilizing my memory Evol, I traveled through the cold, distant perspectives of countless children.
I pushed my powers to the limit. Though it was a strain, I finally discovered a common thread hidden within the memories they themselves had overlooked—
Wang Xiangyu: I’m going over to the gym for a walk... I won’t be getting in your way anymore.
Zhao Yang: I’ll help you return that basketball to the gym. Thanks for lending me your notes the other day.
Tian Jing: The Youth League Committee is inspecting the gym tomorrow. There’s an event in a few days, so I’m going to help out. I don’t want to help out ever again after this. I hope this is the last time.
Zou Chunying: You guys go on ahead. I left my hairpin in the gym during PE class, so I need to go look for it... Goodbye.
Wan You: We have another shooting test for finals. I don’t want to fail, so I'm going to the gym to practice... Otherwise, my mom is just going to scold me again. I hope she won't yell at me anymore.
One after another, their youthful faces—some pale, others strained—flashed before me.
I wanted to reach out and grab their hands, but I could only watch helplessly as those fragments dissolved into dull, gray dust.
Including the boy who hadn't shown up for school, every single one of them had mentioned the gym.
Did they gather at the gym? But if they were planning to head to the rooftop to end their lives, why go to the gym first?
It was already nearly time for school to let out. Students were streaming out of the gates in groups, while I followed the path from my memories toward the school gym.
But as the facility came into view, I stopped in my tracks, bewildered.
It looked nothing like the place in my memories. The building before me was sharp and angular, with massive floor-to-ceiling windows that seemed to draw a transparent line in the sand.
Youran: ……Wait. Is this actually our school's gym......?
This wasn't the first time I’d felt this kind of confusion, and it was starting to make me doubt my own recollection.
The gym was empty by now, with the high-hanging lights casting a brilliant sheen across the polished floor.
I did a full circuit of the building, pushing my powers as hard as I could, but as expected, I couldn't sense anything from thin air.
...Could there be a secret passage in here?
After a fruitless search of every nook and cranny, the pristine floorboards only reflected back my own frustrated expression.
Youran: Phew... I guess I shouldn't let my imagination get ahead of me.
Using my powers so many times today had left me feeling lightheaded. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog, and wondered if I should just call it a day.
But as I turned to leave, I spotted an unfamiliar face standing at the gym entrance.
??: Do you like this gym?
The man wore a loose, beige linen shirt with the sleeves casually rolled up twice, revealing the sharp lines of his wrists.
His slate-blue eyes held a friendly softness. He radiated a sense of calm and tranquility, like a piece of unrefined yet warm jade.
Youran: ......This is actually my first time here. I can't really say if I like it or not.
??: Is that so? I assumed you were a graduate of this school as well.
Youran: Oh? Are you an alum too?
The man’s lips curled into a gentle smile, seemingly in affirmation.
My mind was exhausted, but driven by curiosity, I couldn't help but strike up a conversation with him.
Youran: Has this gym always looked like this?
??: It has. It’s been this way for many years now.
??: I haven't seen it in a long time. I didn't expect it to be just like me—hardly changed at all.
Could the changes in the world really extend to the architecture itself?
I mused dully, feeling my head grow heavier and my eyelids start to sag.
Youran: Well, I won't bother you any longer. I...
??: Don't move.
Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from the doorway.
I turned my head sluggishly only to see Gavin standing at the main entrance, his icy gaze shifting from me to the man's back.
Gavin: Who are you?
??: Hello, Officer. I’m simply revisiting an old haunt and having a chat with the young lady here.
Gavin: Is that so?
Gavin: If it’s just a chat, then why are you using your Evol?
I saw the device in Gavin's hand flashing incessantly. Immediately after, a sharp gale whistled through the room, stirring the stagnant air of the gymnasium.
Following the flow of air and light, several thin threads—like a spider's web—became visible all around me, silently trapping me within them.
One was even pressed right against my throat.
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Chapter 1-17
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A faint, glimmering light flickered not far away. I took a few steps toward it and found a flower bud waiting to bloom.
I reached out to touch it, but in an instant, a forked serpent's tongue flicked out from the center of that beautiful, harmless flower, licking the tip of my finger.
Terrified, I scrambled backward, but something suddenly coiled around my ankle.
It felt slow, damp, and cold.
I looked down in horror to find a vine thicker than my calf wrapping itself tightly around me, rubbing against my skin as it continued to wind its way upward.
I couldn't break free at all. The blows I landed on the vine in my struggle felt soft and powerless, only seeming to make it more excited.
And just like that, the darkness swallowed me once again...
I snapped my eyes open, and as my vision slowly came into focus, I saw the familiar canopy of the bed. Only then did that overwhelming sense of dread begin to recede like the ebbing tide.
Outside, the world was already bathed in broad daylight.
This was already the third time in recent days that I’d had a dream like that.
Even now that I was awake, the sensations from the dream seemed to linger, terrifyingly real.
I instinctively checked my hands and feet, but there wasn't a single mark on them.
I must be going crazy, taking a dream so seriously.
Maybe it's the lack of clues on how to get back home... the stress must be getting to me.
I sat up and went about my usual morning routine.
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When I headed downstairs, I saw Yi Yu dishing out some porridge, and I gave him a greeting.
Me: Good morning.
Yi Yu glanced at me, his brow furrowing slightly with a worried tone.
Yi Yu: You don't look well. Are you feeling unwell somewhere?
He stepped forward, placing a hand against my forehead before lifting my wrist to check my pulse.
Me: I'm fine. I just had a nightmare and didn't sleep well.
Yi Yu: From what I can tell of your pulse, there isn't anything out of the ordinary.
As he spoke, he pulled a sachet from inside his robe.
Yi Yu: I noticed you seemed a bit exhausted these past two days. I happened to pass by a temple and picked this up for you. It should help soothe your nerves and aid your sleep—or at the very least, provide some peace of mind.
Me: Thank you.
I took the sachet and tied it to my waist.
Yi Yu: It will be even more effective if you place it under your pillow before bed.
I nodded.
The daytime remained much the same as usual, though I noticed the number of people coming to the clinic seemed to have increased slightly, and their symptoms were remarkably similar.
Logically speaking, this wasn't exactly peak season for the flu.
I casually mentioned it to Xu Xian, and he said it might be because of the heavy rains this year, which tend to make people feel under the weather.
It sounded reasonable enough, so I pushed my doubts aside for the moment.
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That night, as I untied the sachet and prepared for bed, the memories of my recent strange dreams resurfaced. The more I thought about them, the more unsettled I felt.
I couldn't put my finger on what exactly was wrong, but my intuition told me things weren't as simple as they seemed.
I got up to open the wardrobe and then pulled open that inner drawer.
It was... completely empty.
My camera was gone.
It was still there when I checked it the day before yesterday at noon, so the most likely time for it to go missing was yesterday.
Was it a thief? If so, why didn't they take any valuables and specifically targeted this?
Or was the camera a time-limited item? Did it just automatically vanish once its time was up?
Nothing unusual had happened these past two days, except for...
Those dreams that felt like sleep paralysis.
I took a deep breath, closed the wardrobe door, and lay back down on the bed.
I decided to use my Silhouette. If anything strange happened tonight, I was going to see exactly what was going on.
I blew out the candle and used the power of my Silhouette to block everything out, ensuring that nothing intended to influence me could take effect.
I slowed my breathing, feigning a deep sleep.
Time ticked by second by second. There was no sound in the room, only the sporadic patter of rain against the window.
Just as I was about to lose the battle and actually drift off, I suddenly sensed something appearing at the head of my bed, drawing closer.
I was instantly wide awake.
Had I dozed off for a second? I clearly hadn't heard a single door or window open, and there wasn't even the sound of a footstep.
I readied my Silhouette; the moment he made a move, I would strike.
But still, no movement came. It was as if everything were merely a figment of my imagination.
My tense nerves couldn't help but relax slightly. In that very instant, a cold sensation touched the corner of my eye.
It traced the contours of my face, slowly moving downward.
My Silhouette was poised and ready.
The next moment, a familiar fragrance reached my nose.
Like cold rain on bamboo branches.
Yi Yu?
Having identified the intruder, I temporarily held back my Silhouette's attack.
What was Yi Yu doing here this late at night?
I didn't open my eyes, continuing to pretend I was fast asleep.
What was lingering on my face was likely his finger; perhaps because of the night air, it felt exceptionally chilly.
I felt the weight of the blanket increase slightly as Yi Yu sat down beside my hand.
He seemed to be using his finger as a brush, gently and rhythmically tracing patterns, only the canvas he was drawing on was me.
The "nib" traveled across my face, my neck, and my shoulder, finally tracing down my arm to rest on the back of my hand.
Then, he picked up my hand, gently kneading the flesh of my palm all the way to the knuckles of my fingers.
It was as if he were toying with a novel new plaything.
The contrasting temperatures of our hands—cold and heat intertwining—forced me to use every ounce of my strength to remain seemingly unconscious.
What exactly is Yi Yu doing? Is this some kind of traditional Chinese medicine sleep-aid massage? Is it really necessary to perform "treatment" in the dead of night?
While various thoughts raced through my mind, a sudden coldness clamped around my waist.
It was Yi Yu's hand.
I nearly bolted upright, but his movements weren't suggestive; it felt as if he were examining a patient, or perhaps considering where a surgeon should make the first cut.
The rustle of fabric was strikingly clear in the silent night, feeling like some creature crawling along my curves.
Until a familiar sense of restraint tightened around my calf. In an instant, it was as if I were back in that dream.
Reality and illusion overlapped, leaving me momentarily unable to tell which was real.
The current situation was incredibly awkward. I didn't know whether I should "wake up" and face him.
I first tried to see if I could break free.
I let out a couple of soft moans, pretending to be uncomfortable in my sleep as I tried to turn over.
Unlike in the dream, I could move this time, and I managed to rescue my leg from the restraint.
But one of Yi Yu's hands was still on my waist—so how could he have touched my ankle with his other hand while I was lying flat on my back?
Or rather... was it even his hand that had been holding my ankle just now?
In that moment of chilling realization, a soft laugh drifted behind my neck, and Yi Yu's voice echoed like a ghost.
Yi Yu: Your heart is beating too fast.
Yi Yu: It has betrayed you.
The foreign sensation on my leg vanished instantly, leaving behind an emptiness as if it had never been there at all.
Could it really have been a hallucination born of my own nerves?
Me: You knew I was awake this whole time?
Me: You did that on purpose.
Yi Yu: Didn't you say you were tired during the day and wanted to rest early?
Yi Yu: Why are you still awake so late?
Yi Yu chose to dodge my point entirely, yet he still maintained that tone of concern.
Me: Don't think you can just talk your way out of this. Just now... why were you doing that?
Yi Yu: Doing what?
He looked as if he were genuinely seeking clarification.
Me: .....
I finally lost my patience and bolted upright.
He let out a soft "oh," as if he had only just realized what I was referring to.
Yi Yu: But aren't we husband and wife?
Wasn't that supposed to be a sham marriage?
I was about to say something more, but the moment I caught the full expression on his face, I suddenly lost my voice.
It was as if the night had stripped away his outermost layer of disguise, peeling it back to reveal something brand new underneath.
How should I describe it?
It felt as if he and I weren't even the same species, and he was curious about every single reaction of mine—constantly orchestrating and testing to capture my every thought and response.
It was the feeling of being prey under his gaze, being observed and recorded.
This sensation, hidden during the day, had finally fermented under the cover of darkness, allowing me to glimpse a fraction of the truth.
I instinctively backed away, only to bump into a firm arm, realizing that Yi Yu had cornered me from behind at some point.
Yi Yu: Do you hate that?
Me: ....I wouldn't go that far.
Yi Yu: Then... do you loathe me?
I shook my head honestly.
He smiled, his tone almost hypnotic.
Yi Yu: Then do you, perhaps, like me even a little?
When someone poses a difficult question, why not throw it right back?
I was equally curious about his answer.
Me: What about you?
Me: Do you like me even a little?
Yi Yu: There is no need to be nervous. The answer to that question is merely a point of reference for me.
Yi Yu: It is not that important.
Yi Yu: We have plenty of time ahead of us, do we not?
He pulled up my blanket, which had slipped down.
Yi Yu: Furthermore, as far as I am concerned, regarding that final question...
Yi Yu: My answer is in the affirmative.
I was a bit surprised; it was rare for him to be so blunt about his feelings for me.
Outside, the rain continued to pitter-patter, and the air was thick with the scent of damp earth.
In this moment, he seemed to have shed his refined, scholarly skin, appearing more like a creature following its instincts without bother for concealment.
In the brief silence, my rationality slowly returned.
Me: Yi Yu.
Yi Yu: Hm?
Me: Did you take my camera?
Yi Yu: What is a camera?
His reaction was perfectly normal.
Me: The thing I had hanging around my neck when I first met you.
Me: Black, square-shaped.
He seemed to search his memory for a moment before speaking.
Yi Yu: I didn't pay much attention to it. Why? Have you lost it?
Yi Yu: Lin'an is a bustling city. Perhaps we can buy another one?
I shook my head.
Me: It's fine. It wasn't anything valuable, so don't worry about it.
Yi Yu: Very well.
Yi Yu: However, seeing how spirited you are tonight, it seems this sachet is of little use. We may as well burn it.
At some point, he had retrieved the sachet from under the pillow. He stood up and held it over the candle flame.
The tiny spark erupted into a large flame, and the palm-sized sachet was reduced to ash in no time.
Yi Yu: Get some rest.
With that, he opened the door and left.
I watched as the candle flame slowly flickered out the moment he departed.
Darkness descended once more. I lay back down in bed, trying to calm my heart.
Just now, I had used my Silhouette to observe. As the sachet burned, it transformed within the fire into a silvery-blue scale, shimmering with a faint, eerie light.
But without the aid of the Silhouette, the naked eye saw only a heap of charred fabric.
Once the seeds of doubt are sown, they take root and sprout quickly.
Yi Yu's identity is definitely not as simple as it seems.
And as for the "affection" he spoke of... just how much of it was real, and how much was a lie?
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The next day, after the clinic opened, I noticed even more patients than before. Within the modest space of the medical hall, things were starting to feel a bit crowded.
I was significantly busier than usual, and Yi Yu hardly had a moment to catch his breath.
Since the consultation and medicine fees at Yi Yu's clinic were some of the most affordable in the area, most of the people who came were common folk.
During these hours, in his role as "Dr. Yi," Yi Yu returned to his usual persona of the gentle, refined gentleman—as if the man from last night had been nothing more than my own hallucination.
Last night, just as I was drifting off after he left, the realization hit me: he had skillfully deflected my interrogation, brushing my questions aside with practiced ease.
In the end, I hadn't learned a single thing. The reasons behind his behavior remained a total mystery.
And now that the moment had passed, I really couldn't bring myself to press him further.
I spent a good while staring at his back with a fair bit of resentment before finally sighing and walking over to his side to start packing herbs according to the prescriptions.
He patiently answered the patients' questions and carefully explained their instructions, occasionally engaging in a bit of small talk.
Like with this elderly man right now.
They had already been chatting for a few minutes, and the old man ended the conversation with a warm invitation.
Elderly Man: Oh, Dr. Yi, don't forget to come by my house to pick up that old hen.
Yi Yu: Of course, Elder Zhang.
He finished replying and was about to call for the next patient, but the old man spoke up.
Elderly Man: I'm Elder Li, Dr. Yi!
Yi Yu's brush paused mid-stroke.
I couldn't help but let out a little laugh.
Hearing me, Yi Yu glanced my way. I pursed my lips, but I still couldn't stop the corners of my mouth from curling upward.
Caught you, didn't I? You don't actually remember these people at all.
He looked so attentive and approachable, but in reality, he was indifferent and detached from the world around him.
Yet, this rare bit of imperfection actually made him feel more grounded, more human.
Seeing me like this, Yi Yu's eyes crinkled slightly at the corners.
Yi Yu: Yes, it was a slip of the tongue. It seems I’ve grown a bit muddled from the busy morning.
Elderly Man: Aye, don't work yourself too hard. You must get proper rest.
The old man grumbled a few more words of advice, then took his medicine and began to hobble back toward the exit with a slight slouch.
Me: Elder Li, the path by the entrance is a bit slippery and difficult to navigate. Let me walk you part of the way.
The walk wasn't long. With an umbrella in one hand and Elder Li leaning on my other arm, I listened to him shower me and Yi Yu with praise, calling us both saints.
Elderly Man: Don't let the price fool you; this medicine is truly effective.
Elderly Man: It's not like I haven't tried other places, but nothing worked. Only Dr. Yi's medicine does the trick.
I looked down at the bundle of herbs in my hand and noticed a small separate packet. I hadn't packed it myself, so it looked like something Yi Yu had added personally.
Me: Is this packet included every time?
I pointed to the small medicinal bag.
Elderly Man: Let me see... Mmh, yes, it is. Dr. Yi’s secret formula, haha!
After giving the umbrella to Elder Li, who hadn't brought any rain gear, I pulled my sleeve over my head and jogged back.
It was already noon, and most people had gone home for lunch. By the time I returned, Xu Xian had just left with the last two patients.
Yi Yu was the only one left in the clinic. He stood by the door, just about to open his umbrella, but he stopped when he saw me run in.
Me: Where are you off to?
Yi Yu: To fetch you.
Yi Yu: Why did you run through the rain?
He closed the umbrella and naturally took my hand to lead me inside, picking up a clean cloth to help dry my hair.
Me: I gave the umbrella to Elder Li. He lives quite far away.
Me: What’s for lunch?
After working all morning, I was starving.
Yi Yu smiled, his fingers sliding through the hair behind my ear. His palm brushed against the shell of my ear, leaving a trace of a tingle behind.
Yi Yu: The clinic is closed this afternoon. We’ll go out for lunch.
Yi Yu: You’ve been in Lin'an for a while now, yet I don't believe I've taken you out to see the sights.
Me: Sounds great.
No work and a chance to go out—there was absolutely no reason to turn down an offer like that.
Yi Yu took me to the largest pleasure grounds in Lin'an, the wazi.
During my time here, I had learned that the commodity economy was highly developed, with these entertainment hubs scattered all throughout the major cities—the true centers of public life.
After finishing our meal, we wandered aimlessly through the grounds.
Inside, there was everything from clothing and food to barbers, painters, and live performances... eating, drinking, playing, and shopping—it had it all.
Standing in the middle of it all was a dazzling, wonderful experience.
We followed the crowd to the largest goulan in the area. It was a massive venue for variety shows and operas, capable of holding thousands of people at once.
At the entrance of the theater, bright and colorful posters called zhaozi were pasted everywhere—the ancient equivalent of modern-day advertisements or digital billboards.
Me: There are so many people. Is it always this crowded?
Yi Yu: There must be a special performance scheduled for today.
Yi Yu: For shows featuring famous actors, tickets become incredibly hard to come by. Some people will even pay a premium to buy a seat from someone else.
So, scalpers existed even back then?
Nearby, some people were discussing the event.
Passerby A: I heard they only released two special tickets this time? And they’re drawing for them right before the show?
Passerby B: That’s right. With several famous actors and it being the premiere, they decided to pull this stunt.
Passerby A: Tsk, they certainly know how to run a business.
Passerby B: No kidding. Ever since some wealthy boss took over, they’ve certainly become quite extravagant.
Passerby B: The winners even get a prize at the end. I heard it’s an artifact from the old Wuyue Kingdom.
Passerby B: The rumors make it sound legendary—claims that it can bridge the past and present or connect one to the gods. If you ask me, it’s all just a gimmick to stir up hype.
My mind instinctively latched onto those sensitive words. Bridge the past and present?
Could that be a key item for this stage?
Even if there was a bit of marketing exaggeration involved, I hadn't made any progress at Baohe Hall, so I had to look for other clues or ways to get back.
Yi Yu: Interested?
Me: Hm?
Yi Yu: You seemed lost in thought listening to them. Shall we go in and take a look?
Me: The tickets for something like this probably aren't cheap.
Yi Yu: It doesn't matter.
Yi Yu: I would like to go, so consider it accompanying me, alright?
He reached his hand out toward me.
Yi Yu: Hold onto my sleeve.
Yi Yu: It’s crowded inside. I don't want us to get separated.
However, after walking for a while and weaving through the dense throng of people, that grip on his sleeve somehow shifted until our hands were entwined.
We bought two tickets and each drew a slip of paper with a number on it.
The wooden box holding the slips was empty in no time, signaling that the tickets were sold out. With a single strike of a gong from the owner, the boisterous crowd finally settled down.
The owner said a few polite words of welcome before getting straight to the point. He held up a wooden box with an opening at the top, gave it a good shake in every direction, then reached inside and pulled out two crumpled slips of paper.
As he slowly unfurled the slips, many in the crowd instinctively craned their necks to see.
The owner called out at the top of his lungs.
Owner: The first winner is number one hundred and twenty-six!
That was me!
I excitedly squeezed Yi Yu's hand, then thrust my other arm high into the air to signal.
Me: Over here! Right here!
I turned my head toward Yi Yu beside me.
Me: I actually won! Is my luck really that good today?
And yet, I noticed that Yi Yu seemed a bit off. He had his head slightly lowered, eyes cast down as he rubbed his brow with an air of discomfort.
Me: What's wrong? Are you too tired?
Before I could even finish my sentence, the man beside me snapped his eyes open.
That look was sharp and chillingly cold, like a hibernating beast suddenly startled awake.
His grip on my hand loosened, and his pupils seemed to lose focus for a brief second.
In the next heartbeat, his familiar expression returned—so quickly that it felt as if that previous look had been nothing more than a trick of the light.
Beneath the shifting glow of the lanterns, he looked down at me.
Before I could decipher the emotions in his eyes, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I instinctively turned around to find the ticket seller standing there.
Ticket Seller: Miss, please follow me inside.
Me: Alright, let me just tell my husband.
I turned my head back, only to find Yi Yu watching me intently, his eyes curved into thin crescents.
Just as I was about to speak, the owner announced the second number—and it was actually the one Yi Yu had chosen.
Yi Yu: It seems today truly is a lucky day.
He handed his numbered slip to the ticket seller as he spoke.
The ticket seller couldn't hide his surprise.
Ticket Seller: Both tickets were drawn by you two? Now that is a rare stroke of luck for a married couple.
I gave a forced little laugh.
Only two numbers and we won both? There’s no way it’s that much of a coincidence; it’s highly likely Yi Yu had a hand in this.
Ticket Seller: Please, follow me this way.
We followed him into the theater pavilion.
The ticket seller led us to our seats, and after he left, the rest of the audience began to file in.
Me: They even provided snacks.
If we had a bucket of popcorn, this would really feel like watching a movie.
Yi Yu: The prices are higher in this section, and we have central seating.
Oh, I get it. SVIP treatment, right?
Yi Yu: Shh, it's starting.
The melodious sound of a flute seemed to drift in from the far horizon as the stage curtains slowly drew back. The light gradually pierced through the gloom like the breaking of dawn.
As the story unfolded, the meticulous set design, the actors' performances, and the perfectly matched music drew everyone into the tight, ever-shifting scenes.
I leaned closer to Yi Yu and whispered my thoughts.
Me: What kind of trope are the leads using? Childhood friends? Partners turned lovers?
Yi Yu: Is that not a good thing?
Me: No, it just feels a bit strange. It's like only the male lead's background is glossed over, and there’s absolutely no depiction of his inner thoughts.
Me: Even though all the other plot points are written so thoroughly.
Yi Yu: That suggests it was intentional.
Yi Yu placed some peeled fruit onto my plate.
Me: Does Dr. Yi have any insights?
Yi Yu gave a small smile.
Yi Yu: Dr. Yi's knowledge is shallow and limited; he only knows a few medical basics.
He mimicked my tone, whispering back to me.
Yi Yu: But if you truly wish to know, then I shall tell—
I abruptly reached out and covered his mouth.
Me: No spoilers allowed.
The soft, warm sensation beneath my palm made me realize what I was doing, and I quickly pulled my hand back.
Yi Yu: Did you just eat an orange?
Me: How did you know?
He didn't say a word, simply taking a segment of an orange for himself.
Thinking back to the moment I covered his mouth, I instinctively lifted my hand and caught the scent; my fingertips were filled with the sweet and sour fragrance of citrus.
I suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation in my fingertips. I curled my fingers inward and sat back quietly to continue watching the play.
It was exactly as Yi Yu had said—information regarding the male lead had been intentionally withheld.
Later on, his identity underwent a massive reversal.
He was the mastermind—the big boss behind the faction opposing the female lead.
In the final scene, the two leads stood facing each other as she raised her sword.
The male lead asked, are you going to kill me?
The music shifted from a soaring high to a desolate, tragic tone, and the closing curtains slowly began to draw shut right at that moment.
I was stunned.
Me: Huh? That’s it? It’s over?
Yi Yu: There is likely a second part.
Me: ....They certainly know how to make money.
Just like when we arrived, Yi Yu held my hand as he led me out through the dimly lit corridor.
The owner handed us a wooden box, saying with a cheerful smile that it was the prize for the special tickets.
Inside the box was a piece of green jade.
After using my Silhouette to confirm that it was indeed just an ordinary piece of jade, I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed.
I looked up to find Yi Yu gazing at me.
Lantern shadows flickered within his eyes.
Yi Yu: A piece of jade is not easy to carry. How about we have it made into a hairpin?
Yi Yu: What style would you like?
I looked at the bamboo pattern on his robes and spoke.
Me: Let's go with bamboo. It matches the green color.
Yi Yu: Very well.
Yi Yu held my hand, and we walked toward the exit together.
The sounds of the zither and soft singing continued to drift over from behind us in fits and starts.
The meaning of the wazi: gathered like tiles when arriving, scattered like tiles when leaving; easily brought together, and just as easily dispersed.
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I already have someone in mind for the Providence Guide to invite.
I made my way to the Sea Emperor’s Palace with ease, having grown quite familiar with the route, but Xia Xiaoyin was nowhere to be found.
I took a casual look around the sleeping quarters, admiring the various treasures collected within the Mirage Palace.
I knew I wouldn't have to wait long; the ocean itself would carry the news of my arrival to Xia Xiaoyin.
Sure enough, it wasn't long before I heard that familiar voice behind me.
Xia Xiaoyin: Y/N.
I turned around and met his smoky purple eyes.
Me: I told you I’d be back soon.
Me: See? I didn't lie to you.
Xia Xiaoyin gave a soft huff and moved a bit closer.
Xia Xiaoyin: At least you kept your word.
Despite his words, a faint smile flickered within his eyes as he looked at me.
Xia Xiaoyin took my hand and led me to sit down.
I told Xia Xiaoyin about my registration for the Flying Sword Tournament.
Me: I want to invite you to be my Providence Guide.
Xia Xiaoyin fell silent for a moment, contemplating.
The shimmering reflection of the surging waves danced within his smoky purple eyes.
A lock of his long white hair brushed against me, and his silvery-white tail fin fluttered in the water, loosely coiling around me.
I remembered the first time I met him, when he told me that there are sirens in the sea.
Even though I had no memories back then, I couldn't help but wonder... are all sirens this beautiful?
It felt as though I had been captured by him, or perhaps enchanted; I couldn't resist leaning in a little closer to him.
Seeing me draw closer, Xia Xiaoyin turned his face away, though he didn't retreat.
Xia Xiaoyin: Since you’ve invited me, then I shall be your Providence Guide.
With a final burst of speed, I became the first person to cross the finish line for this stage of the race.
I descended slowly, landing softly on the surface of the sea, the adrenaline from that lightning-fast flight still surging through my body.
The waves billowed beneath our feet, and the sound of his guidance seemed to still be echoing in my ears.
I looked toward Xia Xiaoyin.
Me: I’d expect nothing less from you.
Xia Xiaoyin: Of course.
He gazed at me, his smoky purple eyes so beautiful they were almost otherworldly.
Xia Xiaoyin: Are you leaving again?
Xia Xiaoyin: Discarding me now that I've served my purpose?
That certainly wasn't the case.
There was still some time left after the tournament concluded.
Me: I’m not.
Me: I want to head back to the Mirage Palace and keep admiring those treasures.
Xia Xiaoyin: Treasures.
Xia Xiaoyin: What's so interesting about those?
Xia Xiaoyin: If you like them, take whatever you want.
Xia Xiaoyin watched me, and suddenly his tail coiled around me, pulling me into his embrace as his sleeves enveloped us.
...
In the next moment, he had carried me back to the Mirage Palace.
His long, dreamlike tail fin drifted with the current, encircling me.
Xia Xiaoyin: Next time there is something like this...
Xia Xiaoyin: No, come find me even if there is nothing at all.
Me: Of course.
Xia Xiaoyin suddenly drew close, his white hair swaying slightly.
He leaned in against my ear.
Xia Xiaoyin: Stay with me a while longer.
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In a room within the palace, Kate lay sleeping upon a soft bed, her face devoid of all color.
The sound of her faint breathing barely reached the ear.
Right beside the bed, Darius sat in a chair, having gone days without sleep just to watch the rise and fall of her chest.
Darius: ......
He did not move, nor did he eat; he simply remained there to confirm that she was still alive.
Even as the dark circles under his eyes deepened, his hair grew disheveled, and his own complexion turned sickly...... he did not budge.
Nica: Dari, I’ve finished cleaning things up.
Darius: Thank you.
Darius replied without even glancing at Nica as he entered the room, causing Nica to let out a troubled sigh.
Nica: .......I’ve killed everyone who received the assassination orders, but what about Luca? He’s in custody. You want him dead?
Darius: No, don't kill him.
Darius: I just want you to tell him that I will never forgive him as long as he lives.
Nica: .......Okay, I’ll let him know.
Nica crossed his arms, turning his gaze toward Kate, who showed no sign of waking.
Nica: The Crown are absolutely furious. What are you going to do?
Darius: Nothing. No matter how angry they get, she belongs to me.
Nica: Even though she only survived because you rushed into Crown Castle and begged Roger to treat her?
Nica: You could at least say thanks. Otherwise, by now—
Darius: Nica.
Sensing the aura telling him to say no more, Nica raised both hands and turned on his heel.
Nica: I’ve got plenty to do, so I’m heading out. For now, I’m just glad she’s alive.
Nica: Even if we don’t know if she’ll ever wake up.
Nica left, and silence flowed through the room once more.
Darius: ......
Darius took her hand and pressed it against his forehead.
The hand felt much colder than it did in his memories...... and he thought that she might simply die like this.
Darius: Wake up soon.
Darius did not notice the way Kate’s eyelashes fluttered the moment he whispered.
...
(My right hand is so warm......)
I slowly opened my eyes.
Through my blurred vision, I saw Darius, his eyes closed as if in prayer while he clutched my hand.
(Darius......)
I tried to call his name, but no sound came out...... instead, his voice reached my ears.
Darius: You really are a fool.
Darius: It was the same when I tried to kidnap Crown. You would have died if I hadn't saved you.
Darius: And now, this. You broke your promise to me and walked right into their trap.
Darius: There is a limit to how foolish one can be. In the first place, how could someone like me, who can see the future, possibly be assassinated?
Darius: All I have to do is foresee it and kill the opponent before they can strike.
I watched him intently as he continued to speak, unaware that I was awake.
Darius: You, caught in a trap, pierced by a knife, and falling to the ground.
Darius: It was a truly horrific sight, exactly as my vision foretold.
Darius’s face twisted in agony, and he squeezed my hand with a force that was almost painful.
Darius: ......I have found you infuriating this entire time.
His lips were unmistakably trembling.
Darius: Just catching a glimpse of you irritates me. Every time I hear your voice, it becomes a nuisance. And when you touch me, I never want to let go.
Darius: I grow anxious when you’re out of my sight, and it becomes painful when I can't hear your voice.
Darius: When you don't squeeze my hand back, I feel as though my heart is going to burst.
Darius: Because of you...... I am overwhelmingly lonely.
He pressed his cheek against my hand as if confirming its warmth, his teeth gritting against his lip.
Darius: I have learned of an "I love you" that isn't empty.
Darius: I have learned how comfortable someone’s warmth can feel.
Darius: I have learned what it means to be in love.
I forgot to breathe as I watched him.
Darius: I want to be by your side at all times. I want you to live, I want you to smile, I want to be close to you... I want you to believe in me.
Darius: You told me once before that you wondered if I was in love with you, didn't you?
Darius: At the time, I thought you were talking nonsense, but...... I think you were right.
Darius: I’m sure that—from a long time ago—I’ve loved you.
A drop of heat fell onto my fingertip before quickly losing its temperature.
The moment I realized it was a tear falling from Darius's eye, that same heat spilled from my own eyes as well.
Darius: I won't forgive you if you die without ever waking up.
Darius: Don't you dare try to leave me...... without taking responsibility for changing me.
As his tears continued to fall, I finally squeezed his hand back.
In that instant, Darius gasped and looked up—and my eyes met his wet, honey-colored gaze.
Kate: Did I manage to prove it?
Darius’s expression twisted with emotion as I gave him a small smile.
Darius: You really are something else.
Kate: Well, I am a woman in love with a devil, aren't I?
Kate: There’s no way I could just be an ordinary person.
At my joke, Darius finally let a smile show on his face.
Darius: You're right. Completely right.
Our lips slowly met.
It was a kiss as gentle as a touch, as if he were handling something fragile.
But for us, in this moment, it was a kiss filled with more happiness than we could ask for—a kiss that allowed us to finally share our feelings with one another.
Kate: Hehe....
Darius: ......What are you laughing at?
Kate: I was just thinking about how happy I am...... and that even you cry, Darius.
He gave my cheek a light pinch, looking slightly disgruntled, but he soon kissed me again and offered a soft smile.
Darius: ......It’s the first time I can remember. I believe this is the first time I've shed tears since I was an infant.
Kate: Eh......
Darius: That is how much you have changed me.
Kate: Mm,
He pecked at my lips like a small bird before trailing kisses across my forehead, the corners of my eyes, my cheeks, the tip of my nose...... one after another.
Darius: I thought you were dead. The entire time you were asleep, I couldn't take my eyes off you, never knowing if you might slip away at any moment.
Darius: It is the first time I have ever experienced such terror at the thought of someone dying.
He slid his hand beneath my head, slowly helping me into a sitting position.
He embraced me with a gentleness that felt like being wrapped in the softest silk...... and then he pressed his ear against my chest.
Darius: ......You’re alive.
I tightly held Darius’s head as he listened to my heartbeat.
Kate: Yes, I’m right here.
At my words, Darius placed his hand over my heart.
Darius: I will not permit you to leave me from this day forward. Nor will I allow this heart to stop beating.
Darius: Because you are—my most precious person.
Tears welled in my eyes at his words, and I tightened my hold on him.
Darius laughed happily and pressed a kiss against my chest.
Darius: I have to give you an answer to that thing you’ve said to me over and over again.
Kate: Eh?
He pulled back, a crinkled smile spreading across his face.
That smile didn't belong to an angel or a devil...... it was the human smile of a man named Darius.
Darius: I believe you've managed to prove it.
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Mad Love Chapter 25
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