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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.
Going back in time just a little while...
It was just after Suzaku’s corruption had been purified and the Capital had regained its peace.
Yasuchika: And so, I’ve officially made the Four Symbols my servants.
Yoritomo: Must you say it with such a flippant tone?
Yoshitsune: I should be in awe after witnessing such a spectacle, yet seeing the man himself makes it somehow difficult to accept.
The members of the Shogunate and the Rebellion met Yasuchika-san’s report with a mix of shock and exasperation.
(The gap between the way he acts when he’s serious and his usual self is as vast as ever, isn't it, Yasuchika-san?)
Tamamo: Whatever the case... Yoshino, you’ve had a difficult time.
Tamamo: I found myself quite taken with your bravery at the very end.
Yoshino: Tamamo... thank you.
Shigehira: If your fox possessed power has returned, does that mean your memories are back, too?
Yoshino: Yes. I’m sorry for making you all worry so much.
(Looking back, everyone really was looking out for me.)
I gave my companions from the Shogunate a deep, respectful bow.
My hair, still stained with silver, swayed softly with the movement.
Kagetoki: To be kidnapped and yet still manage to carve out your own path in the end... You truly are an exceptional person, aren't you?
Morinaga: I agree. If Yoshino were a samurai, she probably would have achieved great military glory by now.
Yoshino: In my case, it was just how things turned out...... Yasuchika-san is the one who’s truly exceptional.
Yoichi: Well, that’s for sure. I thought he’d become some dark Onmyoji using sinister spells, but...
Yoichi: By the end, he felt more like an Onmyoji of light. Talk about an extreme personality shift.
Benkei: I feel like we were all dragged along for the ride... but I suppose in the end, everyone on this battlefield was saved.
Sueharu: He really did swoop in and take all the credit, didn't he?
Kurama: His strength is the real deal, but for some reason, I have absolutely no desire to challenge Yasuchika to a fight.
Yasuchika: You’re making me blush.
Kurama: I wasn't praising you.
Ibuki: Oh, don't be like that.
Ibuki: Making the Four Symbols your shikigami is unprecedented.
Ibuki: You’re starting to seem like a bit of a legend yourself, aren't you, Yasuchika?
Yasuchika: I might finally be able to defeat you now.
Ibuki: I don't hate the fact that you’re aiming to take down your own ally, in a roundabout way.
Ibuki gave a shrug, and Akihito-sama, who had been standing beside him, slowly stepped forward.
Akihito: It was a nerve-wracking experience, but regardless... I’m just glad you’re safe, Yasuchika.
Yasuchika: Akihito-sama.
(Akihito-sama must have been worried about Yasuchika-san this entire time.)
The affection they held for one another was clear in the gaze they exchanged.
Yasuchika: Thanks to you, I was able to fulfill my selfish wish. Thank you.
Akihito: Didn't I tell you it was my wish as well?
Akihito: But, Yasuchika...
Akihito-sama’s smile suddenly vanished, replaced by an intense, serious look.
Akihito: Our second promise—the one where I told you not to die... Weren't you about to break it?
Yasuchika: ......That is......
(Yasuchika-san had been ready to throw away his own life to save everyone and me.)
(He hadn't included himself in the future he was trying to build.)
Yasuchika: I’m sorry, Akihito-sama.
He gave a sincere bow, and then...
(Ah......)
Yasuchika-san suddenly took my hand in his.
Yasuchika: The reason I’m standing here right now is all thanks to Yoshino-san.
Akihito: ......I see.
Akihito-sama turned toward me.
Akihito: Yoshino, thank you for saving Yasuchika.
Akihito: And also—on behalf of the Imperial Court, I apologize. I caused you a great deal of trouble for the sake of my own circumstances.
(Akihito-sama......)
Startled by the sudden apology, I managed to find my voice.
Yoshino: I was the one who was saved first.
Yoshino: Having my memories taken and being attacked... those things did hurt me, but...
Yoshino: Just as the Shogunate and the Rebels each have their own reasons for fighting,
Yoshino: I think I understand a little that you and your people have your own circumstances as well.
(I want to take the time to learn more about the Imperial Court from now on.)
Akihito: ......It seems I’ll be in your debt for a long time to come.
After a short pause, Yoritomo-sama finally spoke up.
Yoritomo: So, Yasuchika. How do you intend to bring this to a close?
Yasuchika: Let’s see.
Yasuchika: I’d like to open negotiations.
Yasuchika-san turned his gaze toward Akihito-sama.
Yasuchika: Akihito-sama, is that alright with you?
Akihito: Of course. I decided to leave the helm to you until the very end this time.
Yasuchika: Thank you.
(I wonder what kind of negotiations he’s planning...)
Depending on the outcome, the actions of the Shogunate and the Rebels could change drastically.
I watched the proceedings with bated breath.
Yasuchika: What I desire is... for the Imperial Court to remain inviolable for at least a certain period of time.
Yoritomo: Your side was the one that broke the cooperation agreement between the Shogunate and the Court in the first place, wasn't it?
Yasuchika: You’ve got me there. I don't really have an excuse for that.
Yoshitsune: We don't have any particular reason to attack the Court ourselves, but if you want us to promise non-aggression, we’ll need something of equal value in return.
Yasuchika: Quite right. So, here is my first proposal.
Yasuchika: Why don't the Shogunate and the Rebels prolong their ceasefire for a while?
(......!)
I wasn't the only one caught off guard; everyone was momentarily speechless.
Yasuchika: Both armies worked together to save the people...
Yasuchika: And after witnessing such supernatural phenomena as ayakashi and spirit beasts, the soldiers' will to fight must be at an all-time low.
Yasuchika: In other words, this war is going to need a fresh start anyway.
Kagetoki: I can't deny that.
Benkei: There wouldn't be much point in forcing the men to charge right now.
(I used my power in front of the soldiers, too... It’s only natural that there would be some confusion.)
Yasuchika: Both sides must have suffered a fair amount of damage to their forces in this battle,
Yasuchika: So if you’re going to have to start over anyway, wouldn't you prefer to wait a decent amount of time before doing so?
Yoshitsune: Unfortunately, that makes sense.
Yoritomo gave a shrug of agreement.
Yasuchika: Now then... As a result of me gaining the aid of the Four Symbols, the Imperial Court's military strength has, in a sense, been bolstered.
Yasuchika: Don't you think we’ve earned the right to become a third power, alongside the Shogunate and the Rebels?
(A third power...)
Yoritomo: What are you trying to say?
Yasuchika: It means that when the Shogunate and the Rebels resume their war, you’ll have to worry about what we’re up to.
Yasuchika: A three-way deadlock is a troublesome position to be in.
Yasuchika: So, my opinion is that the Shogunate, the Rebels, and the Court should all come together and sign a non-aggression pact.
Yoritomo: And do you really think it will go that smoothly?
Yoritomo-sama gave a challenging smile, as if testing Yasuchika-san.
Yoritomo: After all, the feud between Yoshitsune and me is far too deep-seated.
Yoritomo: Deciding on the finer points of a pact could very well become the spark for even more conflict.
Yasuchika: The Imperial Court will handle the mediation between both armies.
Yasuchika: I know enough about both the Shogunate and the Rebels to find a compromise that everyone can live with.
(Incredible. Yasuchika-san isn't backing down an inch, even against Yoritomo-sama...)
Yoritomo: ......You’re a shrewd man.
Yoritomo-sama paused for a moment as if deep in thought before speaking again.
Yoritomo: The sight of Suzaku being purified was visible even to the evacuated townspeople. Rumors of a Guardian of the land will eventually spread throughout all of Hinomoto.
Yoritomo: If that happens, attacking you, Yasuchika—and by extension, the Court—would result in losing the hearts of the people.
(I see. Yasuchika-san has already become someone with that much influence.)
Yoritomo: Very well. The Shogunate will take its place at the negotiating table.
Yoritomo: Yoshitsune, what about you?
Yoshitsune: ..........
Yoshitsune: Yasuchika, answer me one thing.
Yasuchika: What is it?
Yoshitsune: Now that the Imperial Court has become a third power, what exactly is its goal?
Yasuchika, Akihito: ......
Yasuchika-san and Akihito-sama exchanged a brief look.
Yasuchika: We’ll find that answer together starting now. However......
Yasuchika: The Court will also need to be rebuilt after everything that has happened.
Yasuchika: It seems my subordinates at the Onmyo Bureau ended up running away in the end, after all...... I suspect a fundamental reform is in order.
Akihito: I agree. If the Imperial Court is to move toward the center of the power struggle, we can no longer simply do things the way we always have.
Akihito: During the ceasefire, we will solidify our foundation and align ourselves with the will of the people......
Akihito: We shall choose the righteous path, ensuring we become an organization worthy of supporting Yasuchika, the Guardian of this land.
(The Imperial Court is...... it’s trying to change.)
My heart stirred with the premonition that the future was being vibrantly rewritten.
—It was decided that meetings would begin the very next day to discuss the terms of the ceasefire.
The Shogunate and the Rebels each withdrew toward their respective campsites.
(I’ve been through so much today.)
As I sat by the campfire at the Shogunate's camp......
Yoritomo: Yoshino.
Yoshino: Oh...... Yoritomo-sama!
(I feel like this has happened before.)
Yoritomo-sama walked over and took a seat beside me.
Yoshino: Is your meeting with Kagetoki-san and the others already finished?
Yoritomo: Yes. We’ve finished discussing our terms for tomorrow’s negotiations.
Yoshino: Thank you for working so late.
(He must be exhausted after commanding the battle and the town’s evacuation.)
Yoritomo: You’re the one who deserves praise for today.
Yoritomo: I’m glad your memories have returned.
Yoshino: ......Thank you.
A brief silence settled between us as we both stared into the crackling fire.
Yoshino: Yoritomo-sama, I’m so sorry.
Yoshino: After everything that happened... I find I still love Yasuchika-san.
(Even when I couldn't remember him, the ache in my chest was unbearable.)
Yoritomo: I know.
Yoshino: Eh?
Yoritomo: You’ve always stayed true to your own will. Even having your memories stolen couldn't change that.
Yoritomo: Once the ceasefire agreement is signed, your role within the Shogunate will be at an end.
Yoritomo: You have every right to choose your own path forward.
Yoritomo: However, as far as I am concerned......
Yoritomo-sama reached out, his fingertips gently toyed with a strand of my hair.
Yoritomo: I find it a pity to simply hand you over to Yasuchika.
Yoshino: Yoritomo-sama......?
Quickly pulling his hand away from my hair, Yoritomo-sama let out his usual arrogant laugh.
Yoritomo: The Kamakura Shogunate is always prepared to welcome you back.
Yoritomo: Remember that much as you go your own way.
Yoshino: ......Thank you, Yoritomo-sama.
(I’ll always be proud of the days I spent walking alongside the Shogunate. From now on and forever.)
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Six days later, in the evening......
Yasuchika: Yoshino-san, sorry to keep you waiting.
Yoshino: No, it’s fine. I was busy tending to the wounded anyway, so the timing was actually perfect.
I had arranged to meet Yasuchika-san by the lakeshore.
Yoshino: Today was the final meeting, wasn't it?
Yasuchika: Yeah. It dragged on, but we finally reached an agreement between the Shogunate and the Rebels.
(I’m so glad.)
We sat side-by-side in the shade of the trees, leaning into the cool breeze blowing off the lake.
Yoshino: So, things will be peaceful for a while now.
Yasuchika: It’s a strange feeling, honestly. A man like me, who’s done nothing but weave conspiracies, finally bringing peace to the world.
He gave a troubled laugh, and I couldn't help but smile along with him.
Yoshino: That’s going to be your new normal from now on, so you’ll get used to it.
Yasuchika: I hope I do, and soon.
Yasuchika: Because I feel like once I do, standing by your side will start to feel natural, too.
He stroked my hair with such affection that my heart ached with sweetness.
Yasuchika: That aside, I heard from Tamamo-chi... You’ve decided not to break your covenant?
Yoshino: That's right.
Yoshino: So... would you let me be your assistant again?
Yasuchika: ......Yoshino-san.
Yoshino: I plan to focus on my dream of being an apothecary as my main profession, but...
Yoshino: If you’re going to be the Guardian of this land, Yasuchika-san, I want to be there to help you.
(Ah......)
He pulled me into a tight embrace, and my skin began to flush with heat.
Yasuchika: —I’m so happy. Thank you.
Yoshino: ......Me too.
(I can finally take Yasuchika-san’s hand without any hesitation.)
Yoshino: I really have to thank Tamamo for giving us his blessing.
Tamamo seemed to have taken quite a liking to Kamakura, as he planned to stay on there as a guest.
Yasuchika: Hey, Yoshino-san.
Yoshino: Yes?
Bathed in the fading light of the twilight hour, Yasuchika-san gazed intently at me.
Yasuchika: I love you.
Yoshino: Oh—what’s brought this on...... so suddenly?
Yasuchika: Hmm. I just felt like I wanted to say it as much as possible, to make up for all the times I couldn't before.
Yoshino: ......Well, in that case, I won't be outdone.
Yoshino: I love you just as much today.
Yasuchika: .......
As I worked up the courage to tell him exactly how I felt, Yasuchika-san’s eyes widened ever so slightly.
(You’re always so calm when you’re the one confessing your love, yet you seem a little flustered when I return the sentiment. It’s so endearing.)
(I hope that being showered with my affection becomes your new normal, Yasuchika-san.)
Yasuchika: My chest feels so restless... You really keep my emotions in a constant state of flux.
Yoshino: Do you hate it?
Yasuchika: No.
Yasuchika: —I’m happy.
(Ah, I feel so at peace.)
The image of a young Yasuchika-san—a boy raised without love, eyes as vacant as the dead—flickered behind my eyelids and faded away.
Yoshino: I want to find so many more things with you—fun things, happy things.
I learned later that when Yasuchika-san had a prophetic dream of my death, he was the one who changed that future.
(That’s why I want to give every part of my future to this man.)
Yasuchika: I feel like I could do anything as long as I’m with you.
Gazing at me from such close proximity, the heat in Yasuchika-san's eyes remained steady and inextinguishable.
Yasuchika: I was prepared to do anything to gain power, yet I found myself wanting to remain human after all.
Yasuchika: I harbored the selfish desire to protect you with these very hands... an extravagant wish, wasn't it?
Yoshino: An extravagant wish?
Yasuchika: Yes. Especially since there were plenty of others who likely would have protected you in my stead.
Yasuchika-san gave a bittersweet smile, perhaps picturing someone in particular.
Yasuchika: But it’s fine.
Yasuchika: I’ve decided to stop making excuses.
Yasuchika: I love you, so I want you by my side. It’s a laughably shallow desire.
Yasuchika: Even if no one else permits it... or even if you yourself grow frightened, I’ll find a way to force that wish into reality.
Yoshino: ......There is no way I could ever be frightened.
Yoshino: Because I’m the one who desires this, more strongly than anyone else.
Yoshino: I want to protect you, too, Yasuchika-san.
Yasuchika: ......
Yasuchika-san brushed my cheek, as if tracing my features to confirm I was truly there.
His handsome face drew closer......
Yoshino: Mnh......
He claimed my lips, catching the faint breath that escaped me.
(The sound of my heart is so loud.)
Yasuchika: Adorable. You’re making the same face you did last night.
Yoshino: ......!
(I wish he wouldn't say things like that... it makes me remember everything...)
Last night—I had spent my first night with Yasuchika-san.
Perhaps sensing the rising heat of my skin, Yasuchika-san let out a low chuckle.
Yasuchika: Hey, Yoshino-san. I offered my own brand of "persuasion" last night to get you to stay in the Capital, but...
Yasuchika: I’ll ask you just one last time. Don't worry about my feelings; tell me your honest, unvarnished truth.
(Eh?)
Yasuchika: Do you want to go back to Kamakura?
The smile had vanished from Yasuchika-san's face.
He waited for my answer with an intense, serious gaze.
Yoshino: I—
Facing the path that led toward our future, the answer I gave was......
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Tsubaki: What is it you want from me? Tell me.
I caught my breath and looked up at Tsubaki-kun.
He lowered his gaze, a trace of sorrow clouding his expression.
Tsubaki: I can hear the voices of plants, but I can't read a person's heart.
Yumeka: That...... well...
—I want to kiss you.
Saying the words felt like it should be easy, but what I was searching for wasn't that simple.
(How am I supposed to put this into words?)
As I struggled, Tsubaki-kun’s finger gently brushed against my lips.
Tsubaki: I told you. Right now, I belong to you.
Tsubaki-kun: Whatever it is you desire...... with just a word, you could bind me to you.
He pulled his hand away and pressed the very finger that had touched me against his own lips.
Yumeka: I—I just......
My voice trailed off.
If my wish would only serve to bind him, then I definitely couldn't say it lightly.
(Because I don't want to force him into anything.)
(I want to wait for the moment when he naturally feels like he wants to.)
After a moment of thought, I offered a vague excuse to cover my tracks.
Yumeka: Seeing the mysterious power in your voice just reminded me all over again that you really are an ayakashi, Tsubaki-kun.
Tsubaki: Hmmm.
Tsubaki-kun didn't push any further. Instead, he placed a hand on my head and stroked my hair as gently as if I were a child.
Tsubaki: Come here.
Yumeka: Eh...... Ah!
Tsubaki-kun slid an arm around my waist and hoisted me up effortlessly before sitting down on the bed with me in his arms.
Tsubaki: Try holding onto me tighter.
Though I was flustered, the gentle tone of his voice encouraged me to slowly reach out.
Tsubaki: Closer.
Yumeka: O-okay.
I pressed myself flush against him, nuzzling into his chest and breathing in his sweet scent.
A moment later, I heard a soft humming in my ear—Tsubaki-kun was singing.
(Is he...... singing for me?)
The song continued as he patted my back rhythmically, like someone soothing a restless child......
Yumeka: ......And here you said you hated singing in front of people.
Tsubaki: I do. This is special.
Tsubaki: You don't seem to realize it, but you have a special power of your own.
Tsubaki-kun’s hand slid down my back, pulling my hips firmly against his.
Tsubaki: The power to change me.
Tsubaki: It’s not because I’m an ayakashi that I have these "special" abilities.
Yumeka: ......Tsubaki-kun.....
As if responding to my call, he laid me back on the bed and nestled close beside me.
Tsubaki: You understand what I'm saying, don't you?
Tsubaki-kun’s long leg slid between mine. We tangled our arms together, pulling our bodies as close as possible.
Tsubaki: There isn't some vast difference between us. You were the one who made me believe that.
Yumeka: ......
I nodded while still pressed against his chest, listening to the steady, rhythmic thrumming of his heart against my cheek.
Tsubaki: Feel me more.
He whispered into my ear, sending a shiver of longing racing down my spine.
His palm followed, slowly tracing the curve of my back up and down.
Tsubaki: I want to feel you, too.
Eventually, his hand wandered to my waist, circling over the curve of my hip as if to confirm my shape.
Tsubaki: If we do that, we can become one just like this.
Tsubaki-kun gathered the hem of my nightwear, his fingers beginning to caress my exposed thigh.
Yumeka: Ha...... nnh......
Tsubaki: You’re so adorable when you’re melting under my touch.
My heart fluttered at the sweetness of the word. It was the first time he had ever called me "adorable."
Yumeka: Tsubaki...... kun...
Tsubaki: It’s so lovely how you call my name, as if you’re pleading for me. It makes me want to hear it even more.
Tsubaki-kun was usually so reserved with his words, and I found myself completely swept away by this rare barrage of sweet talk.
(Does he truly mean it from the bottom of his heart?)
(Does he...... love me?)
I knew these whispers of love might just be part of his repertoire as a male courtesan.
Even so, in this moment, I was simply happy.
His hand slipped inside my clothes, softly kneading the curve of my breast.
Yumeka: Ah...... yaan......
I arched my neck, and Tsubaki-kun’s lips brushed against my earlobe.
Tsubaki: Holding you is like savoring a decadent sweet.
Tsubaki: I find myself wanting to eat you again the moment I’m done. Over and over...... I just can’t get enough.
He laughed softly, murmuring that he had already given me a thorough taste once before.
Then, he pinched the tip of my breast with his fingers while simultaneously pressing his lips to the sensitive skin behind my ear.
Yumeka: Ah, nnh...!
Tsubaki: Usually, my job is just to provide pleasure to the butterflies...... but with you, I want us to share it.
Tsubaki: Is it okay if we feel good together?
With those words, Tsubaki-kun pulled my hips flush against his.
The heat between us flared as I felt his hardness press against me just below my navel.
(Tsubaki-kun...... he feels just as good as I do......)
Yumeka: I want to feel good with you, too. I want us to become one.
Since I couldn't reach his lips, I peppered his neck with kiss after kiss instead.
Tsubaki-kun let out a muffled chuckle.
Tsubaki: .......That tickles.
Despite his words, Tsubaki-kun reached up to undo the studs at his collar. He bared his skin and guided my hand to his chest.
Tsubaki: Touch me more.
With our gazes locked, we continued to explore each other’s skin.
With our fingertips, our palms, and our lips.
We touched as if to confirm each other's existence, letting our desire spiral higher and higher.
Our ragged breaths intertwined as our caresses grew more fervent.
I ran my fingers through the soft hair at the nape of his neck, let out a sweet, needy whimper.
Tsubaki-kun, who had been focused on my breast, finally looked up and parted his damp lips.
Tsubaki: Hey...... can you tell? Do you know what I’m wishing for right now?
I nodded as he asked, his voice hitching with every breath.
Even without words, his damp eyes and flushed skin spoke volumes.
Tsubaki: I want you.
Hearing him strain to get those words out sent me into a state of pure, peak ecstasy.
As my desire overflowed alongside my ragged breaths, I instinctively brought my hand to my mouth and licked my middle finger.
It was an unintentional, provocative gesture, but seeing Tsubaki-kun’s eyes flash with a predatory light in response sent my heart racing even faster.
Tsubaki: ......Yumeka.
Tsubaki-kun braced himself and moved between my legs.
Licking his upper lip, he trailed his fingertips together just below my navel......
Tsubaki: I’m going to slide inside you now, and I’m going to show you just how much I can cherish you.
His hard ridge pressed against my drenched petals.
The sound of my own nectar, slick as saliva, only served to fan the flames of my desire.
As I trembled in anticipation, Tsubaki-kun’s hardness finally began to enter me.
Yumeka: Ah—it’s...... it feels so good...... aanh.
I couldn't help but cry out as he pushed forward slowly, as if to savor the feel of my hot, slick walls.
Impatient, I felt myself pulsing around him, urging him deeper, but Tsubaki-kun pulled back teasingly just before reaching the end.
Tsubaki: ......Wait. Don't squeeze me so tight.
Tsubaki: I want to savor this for as long as possible, don't I?
The slow, deliberate rhythm pulled back the pleasure that had been ready to peak, allowing it to soak into every fiber of my being instead.
I was wrapped in a light, airy sensation, melting away into the gentle ecstasy Tsubaki-kun was providing.
Yumeka: ......I feel like I’m going to dissolve just like this, and truly become one with you......
Tsubaki-kun’s usually cool features were distorted with pleasure, his cheeks flushed deep red. A bead of sweat dripped from his forehead, landing right in the hollow of my chest.
Tsubaki: If it's with you, I wouldn't mind becoming one.
If we did that, we could stay together forever.
We wouldn't have to worry about being human or ayakashi anymore.
As our hips swayed in unison, the room filled with the rhythmic, lewd sounds of our union.
Tsubaki: Ah...... it feels so good......
The hard ridge sliding slickly inside me finally struck my innermost depths, and I let out a pained, yearning cry.
Yumeka: Ah! Tsubaki-kun, more... thrust into me more!
Tsubaki: Heh...... Are you already at your limit? Fine, let’s go together.
Tsubaki: I want to...... I want to come inside you.
As he spoke, he moved over me, wrapping his arms around my back and pulling me into a tight embrace.
With our bodies pressed flush against each other, he began to move his hips with a fierce intensity.
Yumeka: Ah, aan, haahn!
Shaken by the deep, frantic rhythm, the balloon of my pleasure inflated in the blink of an eye.
The squelching sound of my nectar and our ragged breathing only spurred the pace faster.
The moment he struck my deepest point with a powerful thrust, something inside my head snapped with a bang, and white sparks scattered behind my eyes.
Yumeka: Ah, ahhhhhh—!
Tsubaki: Ahh—!
It felt as though shards of shimmering light were raining down upon me.
Once our ragged breathing began to steady, Tsubaki-kun’s hand reached for my hair, gently combing through the strands.
Tsubaki: You can sleep now.
His fingers wiped away the tears that had gathered at the corners of my eyes, and his warm palm stroked my cheek.
Tsubaki: I’ll prepare some water with those moonflowers you like floating in it.
Yumeka: ......Okay.
My body, finally released from its desire, felt heavy and listless.
(Ah, I can't think about anything anymore. I just love Tsubaki-kun—I love him so much.)
Even if I can't put my feelings into words, even if we can't kiss, and even if we can't live our lives together.
Every time we become one on this bed like this, I find I just can't give up on him.
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Master: Can the grand flower of love truly bloom between an ayakashi and a human?
Master: Will you show us the answer here at Mugenro?
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That flower might never bloom.
But these feelings have certainly taken root and begun to sprout—
Nourished by the vitality of his singing voice, they reach even more powerfully toward the sky.
(—Tsubaki-kun, I love you.)
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Chapter 25
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Shojumaru: Mitsunari-sama, it appears that everyone, starting with Nanasawai-sama, has decided not to return to the Oda’s service.
Shojumaru-san looked down in apparent disappointment as he announced the result.
Nanasawai: You said there was no need to run, but surely you understand the situation now.
(This can't be...... what do we do......?)
As Nanasawai and the others gloated, Mitsunari-kun turned a sharp gaze toward them.
Mitsunari: ......No. Not yet.
(Not yet...?)
Nanasawai let out a strained, mocking laugh.
Nanasawai: What kind of futile struggle are you planning now? The result is an overwhelming victory for our side.
Nanasawai: We will never return to the service of the Oda forces. Hey, someone get this insolent fool out of my sight.
Mai: Wait! Won't you please listen to us for just a little longer?
If we backed down now, it would mean war and countless casualties.
I raised my voice in desperation, but they only looked at us with eyes full of contempt.
Daimyo 1: Listen? I believe we’ve heard quite enough.
Daimyo 2: Yes, anything more is a waste of time. If you won't leave, then we shall be the ones to take our leave.
Mitsunari: I cannot allow you to pass.
(Mitsunari-kun...?)
Everyone fell silent, choked by the sheer intensity Mitsunari-kun radiated—an aura as sharp as a finely honed blade.
Mitsunari: I must ask you to wait here a little longer.
Nanasawai: Just what exactly are we waiting for?
Mitsunari: You will understand soon enough. Until then, I ask that you do not move from your spots.
Mitsunari: Mai-sama, please stay close to my side.
Mai: O-okay.
I nodded, but just like Nanasawai and the others, I couldn't read what Mitsunari-kun was thinking.
(But Mitsunari-kun would never use force to get his way just because he lost a fair match.)
(He must have some kind of plan.)
Mitsunari-kun’s words from last night flashed through my mind.
..
Mitsunari: It will be alright. I told you that I’ve already taken measures, didn't I?
Mitsunari: So, will you believe in me until the very end?
Mai: Of course. No matter the situation, I’ll always believe in your words.
..
(Mitsunari-kun doesn't tell lies. I’ll believe in you, just like I promised...!)
The tension in the room continued to rise as Mitsunari-kun maintained his unyielding stance.
Shojumaru: Mitsunari-sama, you clearly have something in mind, but isn't this a poor move?
Shojumaru: If you provoke the anger of Nanasawai-sama and the others any further, it won't just be you in danger—it will bring harm to the Princess as well.
Mitsunari: Do not worry. No matter the circumstances, I will not allow a single finger to be laid upon Mai-sama.
Nanasawai: Hah. If you overstate your own abilities like that, you'll only end up regretting it.
Nanasawai: Even Mai-sama is trembling with fear.
As Nanasawai laughed, his face twisted with malice, I straightened my back and stood tall.
Mai: No, I’m fine! I came here to talk things through.
Mai: I agree with everything he’s doing.
(We’re on the brink of war; I can’t run away now.)
Mitsunari: I have Mai-sama’s permission. I suggest you all worry about yourselves instead.
Shojumaru: ......
Mitsunari-kun took the full weight of the daimyos' silent, piercing glares.
After a long, agonizing silence, Nanasawai finally stood up with a burst of aggression.
Nanasawai: Tsk. Even if you have Oda guards waiting outside, you’re still outnumbered here. I’ll personally throw you out!
(Ah...!)
As Nanasawai reached out to grab me by the collar, Mitsunari-kun caught his hand from the side and gave it a sharp twist.
Nanasawai: Ugh!
His body was spun around, and Nanasawai collapsed onto the tatami mats.
Mitsunari: I believe I told you that I would not let a single finger be laid upon her.
Nanasawai: Y-you...... curse you......
(Oh no!)
It happened just as the fallen Nanasawai reached violently for the sword at his waist.
Mitsunari's Subordinate: Mitsunari-sama, excuse me. A letter has just arrived from an urgent messenger.
(A letter...... from who?)
The sliding door opened, and Mitsunari-kun quickly unfolded the letter he received from his subordinate.
Mitsunari: Good. It arrived in time.
Mitsunari: I was waiting for this message. These are the results of the additional investigation I requested.
Daimyo 3: What have you been talking about this whole time......?
Daimyo 4: Could you speak in a way that we can actually understand?
Mitsunari-kun looked up from the letter and scanned the room.
Mitsunari: Of course. Nanasawai-dono, I suggest you listen closely as well.
Nanasawai: Gh......
Nanasawai slowly pushed himself up while clutching his arm, which was likely still throbbing from where Mitsunari-kun had grabbed him.
Mitsunari: Over the past few days, as I gathered information regarding Nanasawai-dono and everyone here...
Mitsunari: I noticed several unnatural movements when cross-referencing that data with the rumors spreading through town.
(He’s talking about the information I gathered during my investigations.)
Mai: What was unnatural about it?
Mitsunari: Rumors, by their very nature, tend to grow and change as they pass from person to person.
Mitsunari: They become imprecise, drift toward falsehood, and grow more exaggerated over time, don't they?
Mai: That's true......
Mitsunari: However, the information I gathered and the rumors in town were strangely accurate and consistent in their content.
Mitsunari: In other words, I began to suspect that someone had been intentionally leaking this information to the public over the last few days.
Mitsunari: Therefore, to prepare for such an event, I sent a letter to Mitsuhide-san—who has been operating independently—and requested an additional investigation.
(To Mitsuhide-san...... So that's what was happening.)
Mitsunari: He has sent me the results...... and I finally have my confirmation.
Nanasawai: ......
The color drained from Nanasawai’s face as he let out a sharp intake of breath.
(Does that mean Nanasawai was the one leaking the info? But for what reason......?)
Based on the information Mitsunari-kun and I gathered, Nanasawai’s reputation was nothing but negative.
(There were rumors of corruption, too.)
(It’s hard to imagine why he’d do something that would only hurt his own standing.)
Mitsunari: Nanasawai-dono, based on the information I obtained, I initially believed that you were the one controlling the other daimyo.
Mitsunari: Up until a few days ago, I was also convinced that Kicho-dono was the mastermind pulling your strings from the shadows......
Mitsunari: However, it appears I was mistaken.
Mai: Wait...... mistaken?
Mitsunari: Yes. Everything was a trap designed to distract us.
Mitsunari: The information provided was meant to lead us to a false mastermind—all to avert our eyes from the true culprit.
Nanasawai grew even paler, trembling as he clutched his forehead.
Mitsunari: Nanasawai-dono, the true mastermind who held your weaknesses over you and threatened you is right here in this room. Isn't that right?
Nanasawai: ......Gh, I, I—
His utter flustered state was all the confirmation Mitsunari-kun’s theory needed.
(If the mastermind isn't Kicho-dono, then who could it be......?)
Mitsunari: The true mastermind approached me while pretending to be an ally.
Mitsunari: Operating from the shadows to ensure this meeting would be crushed and serve as the trigger for war.
Mai: Pretending to be an ally...... you mean......
Only one person came to mind.
My gaze was drawn toward Shojumaru-san.
Shojumaru: Surely you aren't suggesting that you suspect me, Mitsunari-sama?
Mitsunari: I am not "suspecting" you. I am certain it is you.
Daimyo 1: W-wait, the merchant Shojumaru is the mastermind?
Daimyo 2: No, that can't be......
The daimyo—excluding Nanasawai—began to murmur among themselves, clearly hearing this for the first time.
(Is Shojumaru-san really the mastermind?)
Mitsunari-kun’s calm, violet eyes pierced right through Shojumaru-san.
Mitsunari: Shojumaru-dono, just who are you?
The question echoed through the room, followed by a heavy silence.
Shojumaru: …Heh.
Shojumaru: Hahahahaha!
When Shojumaru-san finally looked up, he burst into a loud, raucous laughter.
(His expression has changed. It’s like he’s a completely different person.)
Shojumaru: I suppose I’ve reached the end of my rope.
Shojumaru: Mitsunari-sama, you asked who I really am, but it’s a name you’re damn well familiar with.
His sharp, blood-red eyes narrowed—
Motonari: When I play the merchant, I go by Shojumaru.
Motonari: But I am the man who should be dead—Mori Motonari. A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.
(The Mori...?)
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Mitsunari: Allow me to introduce you. This is Shojumaru-san, a merchant based in the Chugoku region.
Mitsunari: He was of great assistance to us when we established a peace treaty with the Mori.
..
(The man who mediated the peace between the Oda and the Mori was the man himself?)
A chill ran down my spine at the sheer terror of the person before me—someone who had advanced his plans right under our noses without ever revealing his true identity.
Mitsunari: Mori Motonari...... I see. It all makes sense now. You faked your own death to operate from the shadows.
Mitsunari: I suspect you have joined forces with Kicho-dono, have you not?
Motonari: Hehehe. For someone with such a clever head on his shoulders, it took you a damn long time to reach the right answer, didn't it?
Motonari: Teaming up with others isn't usually my style, but a festival with that man is bound to be far more spectacular.
Motonari: I’ll be showing you exactly what I mean soon enough.
(So this man was connected to Kicho—the one who attacked Azuchi.)
Mitsunari: That is just like the man they call the God of Schemers.
Mitsunari: This time as well, while claiming to mediate between the daimyo and the Oda forces, you were actually doing the exact opposite.
Motonari: Don't glare at me like that. You'll make me blush.
Motonari: You’ve hit the mark. While you were busy negotiating with those pathetic daimyo, I was making my own moves.
Motonari: I was the one threatening Nanasawai, but from the daimyos' perspective, it must have looked like the other way around.
Nanasawai flinched visibly as Motonari-san cast a sharp glance his way.
Motonari: Using that to my advantage, I played the role of Nanasawai’s messenger and kept giving orders to the daimyo.
Motonari: I told them never to yield to the Oda negotiator. That if they stopped their defection, Nanasawai would move to retaliate.
Motonari: Every single one of them followed my orders without a shred of suspicion.
Motonari: Pathetic and unsightly, isn't it?
Daimyo: How dare you......!
Facing the daimyo and their grim expressions, Motonari-san merely shrugged without a hint of remorse.
Motonari: I’ll tell you something else. I spread plenty of nasty rumors about you and the Oda forces, too.
Motonari: I trust you and the Princess had a fair bit of fun with those?
Memories of the teahouse owner’s sudden hostility and the man shouting at me on the street flashed through my mind.
(He really did betray us.)
(Everything he said and did until now was just an act.)
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Shojumaru: To provide information is to be complicit in conflict.
Shojumaru: When people prioritize their own gain, the flames of war rise...... Many people are hurt, and many lose their lives.
Shojumaru: I cannot endure a world that has become such a hell.
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(I want to prevent lives from being taken by war...... I trusted him as a comrade who shared those same feelings.)
(And above all, Mitsunari-kun must have suspected Shojumaru-san at least once.)
(I thought it was unlike him, but he decided to trust Shojumaru-san anyway, and yet......)
I looked down, overwhelmed by a feeling of bitter frustration.
Mitsunari: Mai-sama......
Mitsunari-kun’s hand rested gently on my back in a comforting gesture.
(W-wait. Even in such a difficult moment, Mitsunari-kun hasn't forgotten to be considerate.)
(I can't be the only one sitting here feeling depressed...!)
Mai: I’m fine. I’m going to support you, Mitsunari-kun.
(I have to think about what to do next alongside him, without showing any weakness.)
Mitsunari: Those are the most encouraging words I could hear.
With a nod, Mitsunari-kun turned back to face Motonari-san.
Mitsunari: Motonari-dono, you were the one who mediated the peace with the Mori.
Mitsunari: Why go through this elaborate charade? I cannot see how there would be any benefit for you.
(Come to think of it, when Nobunaga-sama was attacked at Honno-ji......)
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Nobunaga: .......Mitsunari? What are you doing here? Where is Hideyoshi?
Mitsunari: I have come at the command of Hideyoshi-sama. Hideyoshi-sama himself is currently on his way here.
Mitsunari: We received word that your life was being targeted, Nobunaga-sama...... It appears the information was correct.
..
(The Oda forces signed a ceasefire with the Mori and rushed back, didn't they?)
Mitsunari: The Mori had the option to stall us. Yet, you did not choose to do so.
Mitsunari: If it was merely to lower our guard, too much time has passed before your next move.
Motonari’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glinting.
Motonari: Well, even if I sold you a favor, there’s no guarantee it would ever be useful.
Motonari: But you see, a gamble is only fun when it actually pays off.
Motonari: If you sow the seeds of malice, a grand flower might just bloom.
Motonari: And in fact, you were beautifully deceived by my smooth talking for quite a while.
Motonari: The result is your loss, Mitsunari. Hurry back to Azuchi and report it with tears in your eyes.
Mitsunari-kun’s stern expression didn't waver as Motonari chuckled.
Mitsunari: ......Yes. That is true. I cannot deny that I have been forced onto the defensive.
Mitsunari: It is also a fact that I have lost.
Mitsunari: However, I am a very poor loser.
Motonari: Hah?
(Even now, I know Mitsunari-kun hasn't stopped thinking for a second.)
(He’s calculating the best move to turn the situation back in our favor.)
After taking a breath, Mitsunari-kun turned back to the daimyo.
Mitsunari: "Yes," none. "No," six...... those were the results of the vote just now, weren't they?
Daimyo: W-well, that’s......
Mitsunari: Indeed. Having spoken with all of you and closed the distance between us over these past five days,
Mitsunari: I know that some of you were genuinely interested in the conditions I proposed.
Mitsunari: I do not believe all of that was a lie.
Mitsunari: However, there were likely those among you who were subjected to undue pressure and could not voice your true opinions.
(I see... so that's why the vote turned out that way.)
The daimyo exchanged awkward glances, clearly moved by Mitsunari-kun’s insight.
Mitsunari: Please, do not be manipulated by those who treat even their allies as pawns. Find your courage and choose your own path.
Mitsunari: I promise that I will be your shield.
Mitsunari: Nanasawai-dono, that includes you as well.
Nanasawai: H-eek......
Nanasawai’s shoulders shook, seemingly caught off guard by his name being called.
Mitsunari: While your role in instigating the others cannot go entirely unpunished, it is not too late to turn back.
Mitsunari: Likely, the weakness Motonari-dono held over you was regarding your long-term embezzlement.
Motonari: Oh? You’ve got a sharp eye on you.
Motonari: I told him to start a rebellion before Nobunaga could execute him. I told him I’d lead him to victory, and he fell for my sweet words hook, line, and sinker.
(Nanasawai really was being controlled by this man.)
Nanasawai: I’m sorry, I’m so sorry......!
Mitsunari-kun placed a gentle hand on the shoulder of Nanasawai, who had bowed so low his forehead touched the tatami.
Mitsunari: Nanasawai-dono, rest easy. If you repay the embezzled funds, I promise that I will mediate with Nobunaga-sama on your behalf.
Mitsunari: I have already calculated a repayment plan. Above all, please do not give up here.
Mitsunari: Even if one commits an error, it should always be possible to start over.
Nanasawai choked back a sob and looked up at Mitsunari-kun.
Nanasawai: Mitsunari-dono...... For the many insults I have dealt you...... I am truly, deeply sorry.
Nanasawai: Please, allow us to return to the Oda’s service......
Daimyo 1: Then I shall return as well!
Daimyo 2: Me too......!
(Mitsunari-kun’s voice reached them...... they actually listened to his persuasion!)
After confirming that every daimyo present was in agreement, Mitsunari-kun directed a smile toward Motonari-san.
Mitsunari: It seems my persistence has won out, Motonari-dono.
Motonari: So it seems. Very well, I’ll pull back for now.
Motonari: But you know, there was a chance that message from Mitsuhide wouldn't have made it in time.
Motonari: In that case, you would have been the loser. Next time, I’ll be the one who wins.
Motonari: You’d better be prepared too, Princess.
(Ugh, I know it’s a provocation, but I can’t just stay silent.)
Mai: No matter what schemes you try, Mitsunari-kun will never lose!
My voice grew loud with the frustration of having been deceived.
Motonari: Heh...... Not bad.
Motonari narrowed his eyes and ran a hand through his silver hair.
Motonari: Playtime is over.
Motonari: I’m already looking forward to seeing the Princess’s tear-streaked face once her heart has been utterly shattered.
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Chapter 7
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Rio Ortiz Act 2 Sequel: Dramatic Ending Chapter 14
DE Chapter 13
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In the war-torn land of Ruby, battle was as commonplace as any daily routine—by the next morning, the people had already returned to their ordinary lives.
As if nothing had ever happened, they left behind no traces of the conflict, save for the wounded.
Rio: I’ve finally found you, Gilbert-sama.
Just as the last signs of life faded from the manor, the world’s calamity appeared without a sound.
In a secluded back room, hidden from prying eyes, he sat waiting in the stillness—as if expecting someone to arrive.
Gilbert: I heard you went to the battlefield.
I set down the things I was carrying on the floor in front of Gilbert as he turned toward me.
Rio: A souvenir for you.
Gilbert: Good work. Did you scavenge it?
Rio: I simply borrowed it from a soldier who was lying around.
The soft light filtering through the shoji traced the ownerless armor, slowly bringing the metallic silhouette into focus.
Gilbert knelt down, letting his fingers trail over the plating.
Gilbert: How fascinating. To think there is a country with this kind of technology.
Rio: So it’s a rarity even through your eyes, Gilbert-sama.
Gilbert: Yes, it’s quite advanced. Though I’d say it’s roughly on par with Obsidian’s own craftsmanship.
Rio: On par with a military superpower...
Gilbert: The world is vast and full of wonders.
The way he held the armor up to the light made him look like a child who had just been given a new toy, his face brimming with delight.
Gilbert: By the way, you saved Walter, didn't you?
Rio: He was looking for you, Gilbert-sama.
Gilbert: Ah... he’s like that the moment I slip away from his sight. Quite a handful for a doctor, isn't he?
Rio: Is he actually your personal physician?
With a faint chuckle, those crimson eyes locked onto his interviewer.
Gilbert: Valerio, nothing good comes from prying too deep, you know?
Rio: ......I suppose that’s true. I don't have much interest in it anyway.
Gilbert: Because it has nothing to do with the Little Rabbit, right?
Rio: Ah, but I am curious about where you were yesterday.
Gilbert: The same place as you.
Rio: You were watching us?
Gilbert: I’ve always been fond of the view from the top.
Rio: I hope you aren't going to tell me you were... scouting the battlefield.
Gilbert: Haha, I wonder.
Rio: It would be a catastrophe if an ever-victorious Grand Marshal were to actually take the field.
Gilbert: You certainly think highly of me. Should I say thank you?
An exasperated sigh fell from Rio’s lips in place of words.
Gilbert: Hehe... Listen, I only fight battles I know I can win.
Gilbert: I don't start a war if there is even a 1% chance of losing.
Gilbert: Being a Grand Marshal means carrying the lives of tens of thousands on your shoulders.
Rio: So right now, you don't see a chance for victory.
Gilbert: It’s not so much a lack of chance as it is a matter of sizing up the opposition.
Gilbert: Just who exactly is my enemy? And is there a possibility of me winning if I challenge that enemy to a fight?
Gilbert: It’s always better to move with caution, wouldn't you agree?
Rio: .......Though it’s possible that an enemy of Obsidian could be an ally to us.
Gilbert: Ahaha, that’s very true.
Gilbert: But I told you before, didn't I? That we could get along.
Gilbert: My desire to be on good terms with you is genuine.
Gilbert: Because I’m certain the entities you and I recognize as enemies are one and the same.
Rio: .....Is that so?
Gilbert: It is.
The smiling beast returned his gaze to the armor.
Rio: If you were to become heavily involved, Gilbert-sama, a decline in the state of world affairs would be unavoidable.
Gilbert: But your turn isn't now.
Rio: It might not be now, but the possibility remains that it will come someday.
Rio: If the time comes for Benitoite to act, then at that moment.......
Gilbert: Will you give your all for your country?
Silence fell, and the sound of a small bird fluttering its wings in the garden drifted into the room.
After a pause, as if carefully choosing his words, Rio gave a brilliant smile.
Rio: I’ll give my all for Emma.
Gilbert: Yes, how refreshing. I don't dislike people who don't lie.
Rio: I suppose this is why you call me a wicked and cruel prince, Gilbert-sama.
Gilbert: But is that really a bad thing?
Rio: Isn't it?
Gilbert: I don't think so.
Gilbert: After all, it’s precisely because you are wicked and cruel—because you have the talent to kill off malice behind the scenes......
Gilbert: That the Little Rabbit is able to keep smiling even now, isn't it?
Rio: ......
Gilbert: If you were some virtuous, kind, and incompetent prince, she’d be dead by now.
Gilbert: You seem to admire her, but......
Gilbert: Kind people can only remain kind when they live in a kind world.
Gilbert: But the kind world is a fragile thing, easily broken by even a little malice from someone like me, isn't it?
Gilbert: That’s why a wicked and cruel prince is necessary.
Rio: .......I didn't expect to be encouraged by you, Gilbert-sama.
Gilbert: I’m quite good at worming my way into people's hearts.
Rio: Right. The Beast of Ravage enters a weakened heart and easily takes control.
The beast laughed and set the armor down.
Gilbert: Don't go leaving any openings, Valerio.
Gilbert: If you truly want to protect what is precious to you......?
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A few days later—beneath a clear sky, cherry blossom petals danced like a light dusting of snow.
Emma: Tomorrow, we finally have to say goodbye to Ruby.
I gazed blankly at the sky from the city bench Rio and I had found before.
Just like the roses in Rhodolite, the cherry blossoms in Ruby seemed to know no rest; today, a beautiful blizzard of petals gently blanketed the bustling streets.
Rio: ......It’s beautiful.
Emma: Yeah, it really is a stunning view.
Rio: You look beautiful, smiling there amidst the cherry blossoms.
(......Wait?)
When I pulled my gaze away from the sky, I realized Rio wasn't looking at the flowers at all.
(He’s been staring at me this whole time.)
Emma: The blossoms are so lovely; shouldn't you be burning the image into your memory?
Rio: I am! I’m burning the image of your divine profile into my mind as you lose yourself in the flowers!
Emma: Divine profile?!
Rio: Sigh...... Your charm really is bottomless, isn't it? I could spend my whole life and still never discover all of it.
His sky-blue eyes softened, reflecting only me.
Even though I should have been used to it by now, the affectionate warmth in his gaze made my cheeks flush.
(R-right. The dorayaki.)
Emma: Rio, let’s eat the dorayaki we just bought. Here.
I pulled a dorayaki from the paper bag on the bench and stuffed it into Rio’s slack mouth.
(I’m sorry. But if I don't do something, I feel like my heart is going to burst, so please forgive me.)
I took a dorayaki out for myself and took a large bite.
Emma: Mmm! This cherry blossom bean paste is delicious.
Rio: ......You look delicious, eating so happily like that.
Emma: ...! Is your orange one good, Rio?
Rio: Yeah. Want a taste?
Emma: I’d love for you to feed it to me...... just kidding.
Rio: !!!
Rio’s sluggish movements turned lightning-fast, and he immediately tore the dorayaki into a bite-sized piece.
By the time I realized I might have said something dangerous, it was too late; a perfect morsel of dorayaki was already being pressed gently against my lips.
Rio: Here you go, Emma.
Unable to find any words, I simply opened my mouth.
The tartness of the orange mixed with a pleasant sweetness made me smile, but the flavor vanished the moment Rio pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
Emma: Ri...... Rio?
Rio: You had a bit of crumbs right there.
Emma: ......Are you sure?
Rio: ......Who knows.
(I wanted to calm my heart down, but now it’s louder than ever.)
???: Someone...... please help.
(Hm? I hear someone crying.)
Before I could even react, Rio stood up from the bench and headed toward a nearby cherry blossom tree with unhesitating steps.
(There really was someone there, right under the tree.)
Rio knelt down in front of a little girl who was sobbing uncontrollably.
Rio: What’s the matter?
Girl: My friend...... she can’t get down......
(Her friend...... ah!)
When I looked closer, I saw a kitten perched high up in the cherry blossom tree.
Trembling at the very end of a branch, the cat looked absolutely terrified.
Rio: Just wait a moment, okay?
Without a second thought, Rio began to climb the tree.
(N-no way...... he can even climb trees?)
As bystanders noticed the commotion and stopped to watch, the branch holding the kitten swayed violently—
Emma: Rio!
The moment the cry left my lips, Rio reached out for the kitten.
He scooped it into his arms and leaped down from the tree in one fluid motion.
(......H-he’s safe.)
In that instant, a massive cheer erupted from the crowd.
But Rio didn't even acknowledge the people around him; he simply held out the kitten to the little girl.
Rio: Here you go.
Girl: Thank you, mister! You’re just like a prince!
(My heart stopped for a second there...... but Rio, being able to do that so naturally, really is amazing.)
The crowd eventually dispersed as their excitement cooled, and Rio made his way back to my side.
Rio: Sorry to keep you waiting, Emma.
Emma: No, thank you, Rio.
Rio: Why are you the one thanking me?
Emma: Because I don't think I could have helped her on my own.
Rio: If that’s the case...... then you’re very welcome.
We sat back down on the bench together.
(......Rio moved so fast just now.)
(And...... he acted like it was the most natural thing in the world.)
Rio: Is something wrong?
Emma: Eh?
Rio: You’re smiling.
(Ah, it was showing on my face.)
Emma: Rio...... you weren't thinking about anything just now, were you?
Rio: ....?
(There was no calculation, no ulterior motive—he just ran over because a child was in trouble.)
(Rio calls himself self-centered and wicked, and maybe he is those things sometimes, but......)
(That’s not all there is to him.)
Emma: I was just thinking about how you’re probably not very good at finding the wonderful things about yourself.
Emma: Even though you find so many wonderful things about me.
Rio: That’s because you, Emma, are a supreme treasure perfected in this world, a celestial maiden who descended to earth, an angel—
I pressed my index finger against his lips, stemming the flood of words that showed no sign of stopping.
Emma: But it’s okay if you aren't good at it.
Emma: Because I’m going to find plenty of wonderful things about you for you.
(So, I don't want you to think so lowly of yourself.)
(Please don't look down on the Rio that I love.)
Rio: Emma......
Rio’s eyes brimmed with tears as he covered his mouth with his hand—and then, he just fainted right there.
Emma: Rio?!
...
Matias: What a truly harmonious couple.
Standing by the window, Matias turned his gaze back toward the room.
The sweet shop was empty, with a "Closed" sign hanging on the door.
The only presence remaining was that of a Yasha, perched quietly upon the second-floor railing.
Kagari: But he’s already noticed us.
Matias: If that’s true, then Benitoite has been hiding a formidable trump card indeed.
Matias: Do you believe he could become a threat?
Though he said "you," those snow-colored eyes were focused not on the Yasha, but rather on—
???: I doubt it.
The darkness at the back of the second floor, where the light could not reach, began to unravel as another figure emerged to stand beside the Yasha.
Azel: Provided we don't commit any discourtesies toward her, that is.
Azel: But really, to think they would do such things in public...... Ugh, I don't even want to go near them. I’m getting goosebumps......
Matias: You’ve always been the type to scream at the very first line of a romance novel, so I imagine those two aren't exactly your cup of tea.
Azel: Indeed. Love and romance are far too noisy for my tastes; I’d prefer to never be involved with them for the rest of my life.
Azel: Though, since Silvio-sama helps us out on a regular basis, I felt obligated to provide a little fan service for him.
Kagari: I let them observe, just as you ordered.
Azel: Thank you. With this, I’m sure Benitoite will finally grasp the situation.
Azel: Whether or not we can secure the cooperation of Silvio-sama and that cheerful little brother of his will change the entire course of this war.
Kagari: What about the search for the Beast of Ravage?
Azel: Leave him be for now. He must have witnessed this battle as well.
Azel: When the time is right, he’ll show up on his own.
Matias: Wouldn't it be more of a problem if he did show up?
Azel: Aren't you curious? Between a diviner whose predictions have never once missed the mark......
Azel: And an ever-victorious Grand Marshal who has never once lost on the battlefield—which one of them will remain honest until the very end?
Kagari: My money is on you.
Azel: Naturally. After all, Kagari-kun and Matias-kun are bound to the same fate as I am.
Azel: But more importantly......
Suddenly, all eyes turned toward the window.
Among the people passing by in the street, a single tall, weary-looking young man stood out—
A pair of leaf-green eyes turned their way, and Matias quickly ducked into the shadows.
Azel: It seems the Grand Marshal is quite skilled at nurturing talent.
Kagari: Isn't he a prince of Rhodolite?
Azel: On the surface, perhaps.
Matias: ......Is he an informant?
Azel: Who can say? At the very least, you should consider him the Grand Marshal’s personal right-hand man for now.
Azel: It would be rather inconvenient if our information were to be leaked.
Kagari: I’ll keep an eye on him.
Matias: No, I’m the right person for that. Kagari, you have other things to attend to, don't you?
The young man paused for a moment before starting to walk again.
Azel: ......If possible, I’d like to see a change in leadership in Benitoite before the situation shifts any further.
Matias: I hear that’s all anyone in Benitoite is talking about lately.
Matias: I assumed Silvio was the only choice for the next King...... but what does your prediction say?
Azel: My predictions tend to become an absolute future.
Azel: However, let’s see...... while love is a wretched thing, it also brings about miracles.
Azel: The current Valerio-kun is capable of exerting power far beyond his actual abilities.
Azel: As far as the alliance is concerned, as long as the current King is removed, it doesn't matter which of them takes the throne.
Azel: Whether it’s Silvio-sama or that cheerful little brother, I look forward to the moment the crown changes hands.
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The slow, steady sound of the waves drifted in from the distance.
In Ruby, you had to travel all the way to the coast to hear that sound, but now, it was right beside me.
Rio: Good morning, Emma.
Emma: ......Rio.
(That’s right......)
(We came back to Benitoite yesterday, didn't we?)
I blinked slowly, over and over.
Eventually, my vision came into focus, and I could clearly see Rio’s face, melting into a smile.
Rio: You can sleep a bit longer if you want. We don't have anything on the schedule today.
Emma: Mmm......
(I’m sleepy, but......)
Emma: ......I don't think I can settle down.
Rio was staring at me, as if he’d forgotten how to blink.
Being met with such passion right at the start of the day made me feel strangely restless, and my drowsiness vanished instantly.
Rio: Oh, that’s strange. I’m trying to close my eyes too, but......
Rio: It seems my eyelids refuse to stay down when there’s such a precious, lovely angel right in front of me. Sorry, okay?
(Do I really look...... cute right now?)
I instinctively pulled the blanket up, hiding half of my face.
Emma: ......I just woke up.
Rio: You’re cute. Even when you’ve just woken up, you’re incredibly cute.
(There’s absolutely no way.)
(I know there isn't, and yet......)
I ran my fingers through my messy hair to straighten it out and stole a glance at Rio.
There wasn't a mirror nearby, but the adoring expression on Rio’s face hadn't changed at all.
(......Maybe I really am... cute?)
Emma: Rio, do you remember what you said before?
Rio: Hm?
..
Rio: ......He’s cold-blooded, he steals the credit of others, he only sucks up to the King, and he discards anyone he finds useless.
Rio: He has no humanity, his smiles are nothing but lies. He murders anyone who gets in his way behind the scenes and laughs about it.
Rio: I know that all of those things are just rumors.
Rio: But when people keep saying them over and over...
Rio: Sometimes I start to wonder if I really am that kind of person.
..
Emma: I was thinking... maybe the opposite is true, too.
Rio: The opposite?
Emma: If you keep telling me I’m cute every single day......
Emma: ......I might actually start to think I’m cute, no matter what time it is......
Emma: I might start...... to believe it......
(No, that’s just vanity talking!)
The moment I said it out loud, I was hit by a wave of intense embarrassment. I wanted to crawl back under the blankets.
As if sensing my movement, Rio pulled me into a tight hug.
Rio: It’s not that you "might start to think" you're cute—you are cute.
Rio: I’ve never called anything cute unless I truly thought it was.
Rio: Wait, don't tell me you actually thought you weren't cute, Emma?!
Rio: I can't believe it...... You’re the very incarnation of cuteness! You won't find anyone like you no matter where you look!
Emma: You’re the only one who says it that much, Rio.
Rio: Then I guess I’m just lucky.
Rio: Since I was the first one to realize just how cute you are, more than anyone else!
(Ugh...... my heart is so loud.)
(And because I know he means it from the bottom of his heart, it's even worse.)
Rio’s smile melted even further, and I found myself unable to let go of the blanket.
Emma: You’re also...... handsome, and kind.
Emma: I think you’re a wonderful prince.
Rio: —!!!
(......I see. I should have been putting it into words like this every day.)
(Every single day, until Rio finally realizes his own charm......)
(If I do that, I’m sure Rio will eventually start to think, "I really am that kind of person.")
(Maybe I can... protect Rio’s heart.)
Emma: Rio, you’re so handsome.
Rio: ......No, no, no, stop, I can't take this—
Emma: You’ll be fine once you’re used to hearing it.
Rio: I won't get used to it! I’ll never get used to it!
Emma: Then make yourself get used to it.
I let go of the blanket and cupped Rio’s face in my hands.
Emma: And another thing—mnh.
Before I could get the words out, he pecked at my lips.
His face was bright red, and every time I tried to open my mouth, he kissed me again.
(He... he’s determined not to let me say it......!)
His relentless kisses gradually deepened, as if he were trying to steal not just my words, but my very thoughts.
(Ngh...... I won't... let you......)
I desperately lifted my hands, which were beginning to tremble as I was swallowed by pleasure, and touched Rio’s ear.
The moment I tickled him with my fingertips, a split-second opening was created—
I pulled my face away during that gap and buried my nose against his neck so he couldn't kiss me.
(I want him to reflect on his behavior, just a little.)
Rio: Emma?!
I pressed my lips to his neck and sucked at the skin.
Hearing Rio’s panicked voice finally made me feel a sense of satisfaction.
Emma: That’s your punishment for interrupting me.
I pulled away and looked up at the stunned Rio.
The red mark left clearly on his neck was much more prominent than I had expected.
Emma: S-sorry. Maybe I went a bit too far.
(I didn't think it would leave such a mark.)
(And in a place where...... he can't hide it with clothes.)
As I traced the red mark with my finger, Rio grabbed my wrist—
Rio: ......A collar.
Emma: Eh?
Rio: I like it. It’s like a collar from you.
Rio: Haa...... thank you, Emma. I’m going to treasure this mark for the rest of my life.
Emma: Don't you dare!
(I mean, he can't anyway...... but it didn't turn out to be a punishment at all!)
He brought my captured hand to his chest.
Through his palm against his bare skin, I could feel the frantic thumping of his heart.
Rio: Hey... my heart is beating so fast right now.
Emma: ........Yeah, it is.
(I thought I’d messed up...... but his heart is racing this much for me.)
His face, melting with affection, drew closer once more. He left a lingering heat on my lips before pulling back.
Rio: Sorry. You’re just so cute, and I’m so overflowing with love for you that...... I can't help but want you.
(Ngh......)
As he pecked at my lips over and over, my own body began to scream its love for him.
(I feel like every time we kiss, Rio’s heartbeat gets faster.)
(And mine is probably doing the same.)
Rio: I want to love you, to unravel you... I want to feel that you belong to me. Is that okay?
Being pierced by a gaze filled with a man’s heat made my throat go dry.
Emma: ......It’s okay.
Emma: But in exchange, will you listen to what I have to say?
Rio: ......In that case, maybe I should write my last will and testament first.
Emma: No.
Emma: Leaving me behind and going somewhere else is...... not allowed.
His clear, sky-blue eyes narrowed into an impossibly soft, tender look.
Rio: Emma...... You really are so cute.
Emma: You’re very, very handsome too, Rio.
(I simply love Rio.)
(And because I love him, even if he feels like he’s going to die from it, I won't stop saying it.)
(I’ll tell him over and over until he realizes his own worth, and this time, I’ll be the one to protect him with my own hands.)
(So, please forgive me, okay?)
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Dramatic Ending Epilogue
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Rain fell against the sheets, stealing away the faint warmth he had left behind.
The sound of rain drumming against the window had faded without me noticing, leaving only the sound of my own sobbing to echo through the room.
(What should I have done...?)
I didn't even try to wipe away the tears that continued to spill over, staring blankly at the floor instead.
Wrapped in his heavy coat, still stained with the blood of others, I knew that spendng my time weeping and dwelling on my actions would lead to nothing... but I couldn't stop.
I have no idea how long I stayed there, crying.
I couldn't stay there forever, so I stepped outside with Darius’s coat draped over me to hide my ruined blouse.
As if on cue, a carriage pulled up right in front of me—
...
Coachman: Just a moment ago, a man named Darius requested that if a woman wearing a white man's coat appeared, I was to take her on board.
Kate: Oh...
Coachman: He also asked that I hand you this box.
Startled by the coachman’s words, I climbed inside and found a large box resting on the seat.
(What is the meaning of this...?)
Timidly, I opened the box—inside was a dress trimmed with warm-looking fur.
Kate: What...?
As I stood there in shock, the coachman tapped lightly on the window to get my attention.
Coachman: I’ve also been instructed to drive you back to the palace once you’ve finished changing.
Perhaps out of a sense of discretion, the coachman moved the carriage into the shadows a short distance away.
I... I felt as though the tears were going to start all over again.
(After everything that happened, he still prepared clothes for me and even arranged a carriage...)
I was certain I had been abandoned, but to receive an apology for my torn blouse in such a manner... I couldn't tell if he was being cruel or kind, and I found myself letting out a watery laugh.
(But I suppose it's that very mismatch... that I’ve been drawn to.)
With a heart full of complicated emotions, I slipped my arms into the sleeves.
Just as I finished changing and was about to call out to the coachman, I spotted a familiar figure outside the window—
Kate: ......William?
I threw the door open and leaned out.
Noticing me, William looked startled and immediately came running over.
William: Are you alone? What on earth happened in a place like—
He peered into the carriage, caught sight of Darius’s stained coat, and let out a sigh of understanding.
William: I see... It sounds like I ought to hear the full story.
The carriage carrying William and me began its journey toward the palace.
I told him everything that had happened today.
Confronting someone who knew about Darius’s past; that horrific facility called Haus.
The reason he can't trust a soul.
I couldn't bring myself to share every single detail, but since he understood the gist of it from my brief explanation, the conversation went more smoothly than I expected.
William: ......Hearing that reminds me of something.
Kate: What is it?
William: I once overheard Victor and Roger discussing a facility called Haus.
William: Apparently, it was an organization that existed even before the unification of the German Empire.
William: They said it had been dismantled... but to think it was a facility for the military exploitation of the cursed.
William murmured with a somber expression before continuing.
William: It’s clear that Darius’s position as a savior to them remains unchanged.
Kate: I suppose so. But Darius is also...
William: Another cursed soul who has been oppressed by humans, is that it?
I nodded at his words and spoke up.
Kate: I never understood the reason why Darius doesn't trust people.
That humans can't be trusted. The utility of a pet and a master.
That people must be ruled through fear.
I didn't understand why he said those things, but now that I know his past, I do.
Kate: Darius has been deeply hurt by humans. He’s been kept at a distance, exploited, and controlled.
Kate: That’s why he can't trust. His inability to believe isn't just because of his sin.
Kate: I can't help but think it’s the fault of the people who were around him.
At my words, William lowered his gaze.
William: ......As members of Crown who are also cursed, we can somewhat understand how he feels.
William: The cursed are destined for a tragic end.
William: We who possess special powers are, sadly, fundamentally different from ordinary humans, wouldn't you agree?
William: Much like Darius, I, too—having been born with this power—had similar experiences during my childhood.
(William too...?)
William turned a nostalgic gaze toward the window.
William: When I was a child, I couldn't control this power.
William: Even if it was just a small request, if I wasn't careful with my phrasing, my ability would activate.
William: Whether I was asking them to read a book, play with me, or follow me, I caused a great deal of suffering to many servants with this power.
Kate: But that wasn't your fault, William...
William: Even if it wasn't intentional, everyone who was forced to obey my commands grew to fear me.
William: I couldn't forgive myself for using my power to bend the will of others, so I became very cautious with my words.
My heart ached as I learned about William’s past, but he turned back to me with a gentle smile.
William: However, I had an ally. Someone who faced me with tireless patience, no matter how many commands they received.
He told me the man’s name was Ethan, the head butler of the Rex family.
William: Ethan was the only one who treated me as just a regular child.
William gave a faint smile and looked up.
William: Thanks to Ethan, I wasn't alone. I didn't have to experience true isolation.
William: But I also realize just how lucky I was.
William: Not every cursed person has someone to stay by their side.
William: And even if they do... given that we lead such tragic lives, the likelihood of a painful parting is very high.
William: There must be many cursed souls who have had no choice but to be alone.
Leading lives as tragic as a fairy tale and meeting an end as tragic as a villain’s.
That is what it means to be cursed.
(But just because they have special powers, they're still the same as any other human.)
They can be hurt, and they can feel sorrow.
Just as William says he was lucky, there are times when there's someone to lean on.
But for Darius... such a person must have never existed.
William: Since we are cursed, I doubt there is a single one of us who hasn't felt the weight of loneliness.
At William’s words, my gaze dropped to my lap.
(Since I’m human, I’ll never be able to understand Darius’s feelings in the truest sense.)
It was a helpless, bittersweet feeling. As I squeezed my hands together, William’s kind voice reached me.
William: Her Majesty established Crown to create a place of belonging for those of us who are cursed.
William: Part of the reason is that this place, where we use evil to restrain evil, aligns with my own philosophy.
William: But there's no denying that it's a place where I truly feel at ease.
William: Vogel might be something similar for Darius.
William: ......However, I believe that humans and the cursed alike should be free.
When I looked up, his red eyes were staring straight at me.
William: I don't believe there's a significant difference between us, but what do you think?
William: Being someone who has been so involved with the cursed, surely there are things that only you can see?
I stared back at William as he spoke.
Kate: ......I also think that humans and the cursed aren't that different.
Kate: But from Darius’s perspective...
William: Not every cursed person shares Darius’s way of thinking.
William: Perhaps it’s best not to force an understanding where there is none.
(Not to force an understanding...)
I felt like that would be impossible.
Because—
Kate: I’ve fallen in love with him.
William’s eyes widened for a split second.
Kate: Because I love him, I can't just leave him alone... and because I love him, I find myself wanting him to believe in me.
The tears I thought I’d held back threatened to spill over again, and I sniffled.
William looked at me with a tender expression—and asked a question.
William: What do you think you should do to show him that you are a person worthy of his trust?
Kate: ......I don't know. No matter what I say or how much sincerity I show... it feels as though it’s all meaningless.
William: True. As long as the one receiving it refuses to open their heart, everything may indeed be in vain.
William: Besides, if it leads to your suffering, I doubt any of the Crown would stand idly by.
Having heard my words, William spoke once more.
William: This is merely my own personal theory... but to be trusted, I believe the best way is simply to be there for them.
Kate: To be there for them...
William: I believe you are someone who is capable of being there for the cursed.
William: If you weren't, you wouldn't be able to interact with us in this den of iniquity without fear, would you?
William: I know that you listen to Liam’s minor troubles in your spare time.
William: I know you remembered Harrison’s preferences and shared information about sweet shops with him.
William: It’s the same with the others. You may not realize it, but you are already standing by our side.
His kind words moved me, and I felt a warmth behind my eyes.
And once again, Darius’s face surfaced in my mind.
I don't even understand myself why I fell for him.
(Maybe it’s just because so many heart-pounding things happen when we're together that I’m mistaking it for love...)
But I had noticed that lonely look he would sometimes wear, and I knew I couldn't just leave him be.
It all started with something as simple as that.
Perhaps this love really did spring from what he calls my "revolting goodness."
(But what about now?)
I was happy when he touched me. The more I learned about him, the more I wanted to know.
I even found it endearing when he laughed at all the wrong moments.
And it hurt so much when he wouldn't believe me.
(Even now, after everything I’ve been through today, I still find myself wanting to talk to him.)
I can’t even tell when it started, no matter how much I look back.
But these feelings had been growing bit by bit—until, by the time I noticed, they had taken the shape of "love."
Wanting to know him, wanting to touch him, finding him dear... and wanting him to believe in me.
It was all because I had been in love with him this whole time.
(But unless I stay by his side, he’ll never believe in these feelings.)
The carriage came to a halt; we had arrived back at the palace before I even realized it.
William, who had stepped out ahead of me, shot me a slightly mischievous smile.
William: You are free, Kate.
William: Do as you please.
...
Finally back in my room, I let my body sink into the bed.
(So much happened today...)
I had glimpsed Darius’s past, realized my own feelings, and discovered what it meant to be in love.
I realized only now that the reason I couldn't stop the brutal treatment he dealt to Lord Weber might have been because, deep down, I wanted to stay on his side.
Kate: To be trusted, I have to stay by his side...
I looked up, William’s words echoing in my mind.
And then—I made my choice.
Kate: Until he believes in these feelings, I’ll stay right there with him. I won't leave.
I’ll show him. I'll show him that humans are creatures worthy of trust.
That these feelings—are the absolute, unvarnished truth.
A single sliver of light traced a line across the bed.
Looking out the window, a honey-colored moon peeked through a gap in the clouds.
Kate: It looks just like Darius’s eyes......
I let out a wry laugh at my own whispered words and closed my eyes.
On that day, I made a resolution to stay by his side—to prove my feelings to the devil of distrust.
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Chapter 16
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My first meniscus repair surgery is on Monday and I'm just so excited to get it over with so I can stop being in pain. My other knee will probably be at the end of the year or early next year depending on how busy my surgeon is after this first recovery. Since I'm going to be non-weight-bearing for a few weeks, I'll probably just be holed up at my desk translating when I'm not knocked out from pain meds hehe.
Kinda glad Kanbei's route is out because there's something new for me to translate/read and look forward to for the recovery period :')
Wish I could bring my phone into pre-op so I can keep myself busy reading VNs but they're probably going to make me lay there with nothing for 2 hours until it's my turn... xD
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Yasuchika: I love you. So much that I find I’m incapable of killing you.
Yoshino: I love you. So much that I could never truly forget you.
We spoke our feelings aloud, melting our hearts into one to synchronize the frequency of our souls.
(I’ve finally reclaimed these emotions.)
Yasuchika: Ahhh, I give up. I’ve lost. I never realized that love could actually be its own kind of curse.
Together, we reached out our joined hands.
Purple and gold light intertwined, melting into a single radiance...
It gently enveloped the wing that had been stained by Suzaku’s cursed power.
Yoshino: It’s beautiful......
Yasuchika: Yeah. It really is...... beautiful.
Yasuchika: I suppose I’m still capable of using such a gentle power after all.
Suzaku, who had been trembling in pain, lifted its head in wonder.
As Yasuchika-san stroked it, the beast lowered its neck as if finally finding peace.
Yasuchika: The corruption hadn't taken hold completely. At this rate, it looks like we can count on it to guard the Capital as a spirit beast once again.
(Oh, thank goodness......)
Before our very eyes, Suzaku’s wings regained their magnificent vermilion hue......
Suzaku: —!
With a powerful beat of its wings, it soared toward the heavens.
Yasuchika: Suzaku, could I ask one favor of you?
In place of an answer, Suzaku let out a high-pitched cry.
Yasuchika: As you can see, the boundary of the living world is a bit of a mess.
Yasuchika: Help me patch it up.
Yasuchika-san raised both hands toward the sky.
Spheres of light, shimmering in a myriad of colors, drifted up to Suzaku.
Catching them with its talons, Suzaku began to circle gracefully through the air.
Yoshino: Wow......!
A seven-colored rainbow stretched across the sky from horizon to horizon.
By the time the rainbow slowly faded, the sky had regained its deep, azure hue.
(I suppose this is what they call a miracle.)
Suzaku let out one last cry as if to say farewell, then vanished into the distant horizon.
Yasuchika: —I suppose that’s everything, then.
Yoshino: ......Yes.
Yasuchika: Ah, actually...
Yasuchika: I forgot one thing.
(Eh?)
Yasuchika-san gently cupped my cheeks with both hands.
His handsome face drew closer......
Yoshino: Nnh......
He stole my breath away, and the heat rose within me instantly.
Having claimed my lips, Yasuchika-san gave a sultry smile.
Yasuchika: You were the one who kissed me that time.
Yasuchika: I haven't been able to get that sensation out of my head since...... It’s been quite a problem.
Yoshino: Well, I’m the one who didn't want to forget it in the first place, remember?
Yasuchika: My apologies.
Yasuchika-san bowed his head with such a solemn face that it became difficult to stay even a little bit angry with him.
Yasuchika: Let me ask you properly this time...... Yoshino-san, please be my lover.
Yasuchika: I used to be afraid of the version of myself that you changed...... but I’m done with all that now.
(Yasuchika-san......)
Yasuchika: I’m going to live my life in a way that allows me to be proud of the fact that I love you.
Yoshino: ......I’m so happy.
Even though I felt like I’d cried a lifetime’s worth of tears already, my eyes welled up again.
But no matter how many of these happy tears fell, my heart didn't ache the way it used to.
Yoshino: ......What happens after this? Will the fighting continue......?
Yasuchika: I’ll propose a ceasefire.
Yasuchika: No matter how bloodthirsty both sides might be, it would be difficult for them to continue after everything that’s happened.
Both the Shogunate and the Rebels had answered the Imperial Court's request, working together to save the town.
(The fact that everyone could become one, regardless of which side they were on—even if only temporarily—is a truly amazing thing.)
Yasuchika: Well, I did go and declare that I’d be the Guardian of the land. I have a lot to think about.
Yasuchika: For starters, how about I offer my thanks and apologies to everyone who helped us tonight?
Yasuchika: It looks like they’re waiting for us, anyway.
Following where Yasuchika-san pointed, I saw everyone from the Shogunate and the Rebellion waving at us.
(Everyone......)
Yoshino: Wait—does that mean that kiss just now......
Yasuchika: Yeah. They probably saw it.
(No way!)
Yasuchika: Well, does it really matter?
Yasuchika: I think it’s not so bad for everyone to find out all at once that you’ve become the most important person in my life.
Yoshino: ......Yasuchika-san. You didn't do that on purpose, did you?
Yasuchika: ......Of course not.
(That pause was definitely suspicious......!)
With an unreadable smile on his face, Yasuchika-san took my hand and led the way.
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...Five days later.
I had been invited to Yasuchika-san’s estate.
Yasuchika: Welcome, Yoshino-san. You look tired. Were you working as an apothecary again today?
Yoshino: Yes. There are still many soldiers whose injuries haven't fully healed.
Yoshino: And I assume you were in meetings with Yoritomo-sama and Yoshitsune-sama again today, Yasuchika-san?
Yasuchika: Exactly. Honestly, those men have no mercy. I’m exhausted.
(It really must be a grueling negotiation.)
(Three organizations with completely different goals—the Shogunate, the Rebels, and the Imperial Court...)
(They have to find a middle ground that everyone can live with.)
Yoshino: Do you think you’ll be able to reach an agreement?
Yasuchika: Hmm. It’ll probably take a little more time, but we’ll get there.
Yoshino: I’m glad. If you say so, Yasuchika-san, then I can rest easy.
Yasuchika: However...... what will you do once the meetings are over?
(Ah......)
Yasuchika-san smoothly took my hand in his.
Yasuchika: Personally, I’d naturally prefer it if you stayed here in the Capital.
Yasuchika: But if you told me you were going back to Kamakura anyway—
Yoshino: —And if I did?
Yasuchika: Then I’d just have to find the right way to persuade you.
(Wah!)
He gave my hand a tug, pulling me into his arms until I was leaning against him.
Yoshino: Persuade me?
(That’s surprisingly conventional of him.)
I felt embarrassed that such a small, simple bit of warmth could make my heart race like this, so I did my best to act unbothered.
Yasuchika: Exactly. I’ll have to lay all sorts of traps just to get you to say that you want to stay with me.
He whispered directly into my ear, making my heart give a sudden, violent thrum.
Yoshino: Traps...? I don't think you can really call that persuasion.
Yasuchika: Oh, don't be like that. It’s just a very desperate negotiation, is all.
Yasuchika: I love you that much, so I really can't help myself, can I?
(His breath... his lips... they've been brushing against my ear this whole time...)
Restless, I tried to shift my weight, only to hear the faint sound of Yasuchika-san chuckling.
Yoshino: ......Using that as an excuse is playing dirty.
Yasuchika: It’s not an excuse.
He began to playfully tickle my side with his fingers.
Yoshino: Hyah! Wait...
Yoshino: That tickles!
Yasuchika: Ah, yes. Does it?
Yoshino: Is that all you have to say...? Nnh, stop it......
He had officially found my weak spot. His fingers danced over my skin, moving at a distance that was almost—but not quite—touching.
Yoshino: I said stop...... Ahaha!
Yasuchika: Hmm, no.
Yoshino: ......!? H-ugh...
While I was distracted by the tickling, he suddenly gave my ear a sweet little nip.
Yasuchika: Aha... what a lovely sound.
Yoshino: Wh-what are you—ngh...
His tongue flicked against the shell of my ear, and my shoulders gave a sharp jerk.
Yasuchika: Does it tickle?
Yoshino: ......!
My head was spinning, completely overwhelmed by this sudden, sugary playfulness.
Yoshino: Why are you being so sudden......?
Yasuchika: I knew you were tense, so I was trying to wait...
Yasuchika: But I suppose a man’s true nature doesn't change quite that easily.
(Yasuchika-san?)
Yasuchika-san peered into my face with a bright, beaming smile.
Yasuchika: When it comes to something I absolutely must have, I’m the type of man who isn't above using any means necessary.
Yasuchika: That’s why I’m touching you now. I want you to drown in me even more than you already have.
Yoshino: ......I already love you more than words can say, you know?
I gathered my courage to tell him, but......
Yasuchika: I know how you feel.
Yasuchika: And I’m grateful that you didn't give up on me—that you kept loving me.
Yasuchika: But my love is still hopelessly warped.
(I wonder what kind of face he’d make if I told him that I’m happy even with that.)
I hesitated, certain that he wouldn't understand, and in that moment, his handsome face drew closer......
Yoshino: Mnh...... nnn......
Our lips met, and we shared our heat.
This time, his fingers trailed up the nape of my neck.
Yoshino: Haa...... ngh......
His tongue slipped inside the moment my lips parted from the stimulation.
He softly toyed with every sensitive spot inside my mouth, and my reason began to melt away.
By the time the deep kiss finally ended, all the strength had left my body.
Yasuchika: Your eyes are so hazy. You look adorable.
(......I wonder what kind of expression I’m making right now.)
Yoshino: Yasu... chika-sa... wait...... ah!
Before I could compose myself, a sweet, needy sound escaped me as his lips trailed down my throat.
All the while, his fingers continued their mischief—over my back, my waist, my stomach......
(It’s just tickling, and yet...... I can't stop shivering.)
Yasuchika: Isn't it a problem for you to be this weak to a little tickle?
Yasuchika: What would you do if anyone other than me touched you?
His voice, a mix of teasing and malice, flowed directly into my ear, invading my very senses.
Yoshino: ......I’d only ever... let you.
Yasuchika: Only me?
Yoshino: I won't let anyone else... touch me......
Yasuchika: Is that so? That makes me very happy.
Yasuchika: Well then, as my exclusive privilege, may I continue?
Yasuchika: You’re so sensitive that I find I want to watch you like this forever.
(Any more than this and...... I’m going to lose my mind.)
Yoshino: Ngh, Yasuchika-sa......
Yasuchika: Yes?
Yasuchika-san laughed happily; he clearly knew exactly what state I was in.
Yet, no matter how much I looked up at him with teary eyes, he didn't seem to have any intention of throwing me a lifeline.
Yoshino: ......I want you... to touch me properly.
Yasuchika: —I see.
He held my face in place as I tried to turn away in shame, the heat rushing to my cheeks.
Yasuchika: Very well. In that case......
Yasuchika: I’ll stop holding back from here on out.
Desire began to simmer in his dark eyes, and I found I couldn't look away.
Yasuchika: I’m going to make you mine. I’ll be as forceful as any villain.
Yasuchika: Or would you prefer it if I were gentle? Which do you want?
He looked down at me, and a thrill of dangerous anticipation raced down my spine.
Yoshino: ......Whichever you want. Please, do as you like.
Yoshino: No matter how you are...... I’ll love you just the same.
Yasuchika: ......!
Yasuchika: —That’s going to be a problem.
(Eh?)
Yasuchika: I won't be able to go easy on you.
He muttered the words under his breath, and then a kiss—so intense it felt like a bite—fell upon my neck......
(......I don't care if he doesn't go easy on me. If it means I can have his true self for a lifetime, then I’m yours.)
And so began the night where I was completely at the mercy of Yasuchika-san’s true nature—
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Chapter 26
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Master: Butterfly... no, Yumeka.
Master: Can the grand flower of love truly bloom between an ayakashi and a human?
Master: Will you show us the answer here at Mugenro?
Yumeka: ......
At the Master's question, I thought of the tea plant that had bloomed so beautifully after I entrusted it to his care.
(Is it possible for us to bloom, too?)
Despite being human and ayakashi, we had spent our time getting to know one another, overcoming our respective weaknesses together.
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Tsubaki: Until now, I’ve looked away from negative emotions, viewing them as nothing but ugly.
Tsubaki: But I’m starting to want to understand what lies beneath them.
Tsubaki: Because I want to believe that whether you are an ayakashi or a human, there is no difference in our hearts.
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Yumeka: .........
I blinked, placing my fingers once more against the corner of my mouth where the sensation had begun to fade.
The wall between us still remained.
(Even so, I...)
Gently opening my eyes, I gave my answer to that invisible, kind voice.
Yumeka: I will make it bloom. I promise.
I promise... and I pray that one day, the time will come when I can finally touch Tsubaki-kun's lips.
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One evening, I was putting a notice up on the glass window of Tapir.
After making sure it was on straight, I headed back inside.
Before long, one of our regulars arrived and paused to look at the paper on the window.
Regular: Oh, so you're taking some time off?
Yumeka: That’s right. It’ll be a bit irregular, but I think I’m going to be closed more often than I used to be......
Yumeka: I’m sorry for the inconvenience.
Regular: Don't worry about it. It just makes it more of a treat when you are open.
The regular gave a small shrug and a smile before heading to her usual seat by the window.
Yumeka: Th-thank you so much.
I felt a wave of relief as I waited for her order.
...
The customers who visited were disappointed to hear that Tapir would be open fewer days, but for the most part, they were understanding. The regular currently in front of me had the same reaction......
Yato: It’s no problem. You should rest when you need to.
Yumeka: Thank you.
Even as I thanked him, I couldn't help but steal glances at him, observing his every move.
(I still can't believe that even he—Yato-san—is a male courtesan at Mugenro.)
I remembered just how shocked I was when Tsubaki-kun told me the truth after that night.
Perhaps noticing my odd behavior, Yato-san narrowed his eyes.
Yato: ......Do you have something you want to say?
Yumeka: N-no, nothing at all!
I hurriedly turned back to my work.
Besides, Yato-san wasn't the only one who had given me the shock of a lifetime.
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The next day, I approached Rai-san to suggest a multi-representative system for managing the app.
Rai: I understand. We’ll proceed with this matter exactly as you’ve proposed.
Rai: I’ll handle the discussions with the executives and the R&D department myself.
Yumeka: Oh, thank you so much.
I found myself staring intently at Rai-san’s handsome face as he stood before me.
Rai: Haha, you look like you have something on your mind.
Yumeka: Well... of course I do. I mean, I never imagined that on top of Yato-san...
Yumeka: Even you were a male courtesan, Rai-san......
Rai: I intended to wait until Tsubaki told you himself. I’m relieved to hear that he finally did.
Rai: You have your shop, and I have my duties at Mugenro. It seems we’re both quite busy, aren't we?
Rai-san gave an amused chuckle and tilted his head slightly.
Rai: Let’s both do our best without overdoing it. Health comes first, after all.
Yumeka: Yes!
Rai: That's a good answer.
By consulting with Rai-san, I was able to propose a multi-representative system instead of trying to shoulder all the work alone.
I’d also made the decision to increase the number of days Tapir would be closed.
Right now, I felt an incredible sense of weight being lifted from my shoulders.
(I guess things really do have a way of working out......)
It felt strange; the version of me that had been desperately trying to juggle everything at once felt like a completely different person.
(......For some reason, I really want to see Tsubaki-kun right now.)
Of course, I could see him at Hana Flower, but I was in the mood for a long night where he could just sit and listen to me talk.
(Maybe I’ll light some incense tonight.)
After returning to my desk, I mused over the idea while waiting for my PC to start up.
(Come to think of it...... the Master said something the other day, didn't he?)
It was just as I was leaving the room.
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Master: I’ve been wanting to apologize for getting you caught up in that recent commotion.
Master: I’ll tell you something good. You have something to look forward to the next time you visit.
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(Something good...... I wonder what it is.)
That night, I lit one of my last two incense seals and visited Mugenro.
I walked down the corridor with Gasha-kun, chatting like we always did.
Midway through, Gasha-kun came to a sudden halt.
Gashadokuro: Hm? Mmm... this is it!
Gashadokuro: Yumeka-san, look! I can hear Tsubaki-san singing!
Yumeka: What?!
As Gashadokuro prompted me, I strained my ears and realized there was indeed a singing voice echoing from the distance.
Yumeka: Tsubaki-kun is singing?
Gashadokuro: There's no doubt about it! Tsubaki-san’s singing voice is famous for being incredibly beautiful. He rarely ever shows it off, though.
We crept down the corridor, keeping our footsteps quiet. As we drew closer to Tsubaki-kun’s room, the singing became clearer.
The melody was soul-stirring, yet the tone was so gentle it felt like it was wrapping around me...
It felt as if my very heart was being purified.
Yumeka: ......It’s truly wonderful......
Gashadokuro: Yes! But it’s not just wonderful—Tsubaki-san’s voice actually has a special effect.
Yumeka: An effect? What do you mean by that......
While we were talking, we arrived in front of his room.
Gashadokuro: You should ask Tsubaki-san about the details yourself.
Gashadokuro: I’m sure he’ll tell you since it’s you, Yumeka-san!
When I entered the room, Tsubaki-kun was sitting on the window frame, gazing outside.
He seemed to have stopped singing, but the lingering notes of the song still drifted through the air.
Yumeka: ......Are you done singing?
Tsubaki: I’m not very good at singing in front of people.
Yumeka: I wanted to listen a little longer. Your singing voice has a special effect, doesn't it?
Tsubaki: Did you hear that from Gasha?
Tsubaki-kun looked thoughtful for a moment before beckoning me over to the window.
Tsubaki: Come here.
Yumeka: O-okay.
At his prompting, I looked down out the window and saw the backyard brightly lit by lamps.
The area, which must have once been beautifully maintained, was scorched from the recent commotion, leaving the bare earth exposed.
Tsubaki: Watch.
After saying that, Tsubaki-kun took a deep breath and began to sing once more.
(Wa......)
Hearing his voice from this close was even more beautiful.
Bathed in the moonlight, Tsubaki-kun delicately vibrated his throat, weaving a lyrical melody.
I stared at him, completely entranced.
Tsubaki: ......I told you to look at the garden, not at me.
Directing his gaze toward me, Tsubaki-kun pointed toward the ground below the window.
When I looked down as instructed...
Yumeka: Eh? ......No way.
Green sprouts were emerging from the surface of the soil where there had been nothing before.
Tsubaki: By singing, I can give energy to the plants.
Tsubaki: Only a little bit, though.
Yumeka: ......That’s amazing.
Witnessing Tsubaki-kun’s mystical power filled me with awe, but at the same time, reality sank in.
(Right. I tend to forget, but Tsubaki-kun is the spirit of an ancient Camellia—an ayakashi.)
It’s only natural that he possesses powers far different from a human like me.
Faced with that difference, I stood there speechless as Tsubaki-kun closed the window.
Tsubaki: I’ll leave it at that for tonight. The Master asked me to do this, but it’s not good to make them grow too suddenly.
Yumeka: The Master asked you...? I see.
(So that’s what the Master meant when he said he’d let me hear something good.)
While I was processing this, Tsubaki-kun leaned his shoulder against the closed window frame.
Tsubaki: It was badly burned, so it will take time to restore it.
Tsubaki: To get it back to a healthy and beautiful state, it’s going to need a lot of work.
Tsubaki: The other ayakashi are hauling in soil and purifying it, but......
Tsubaki-kun went on to tell me what had happened after the incident.
Apparently, the ayakashi who caused the trouble had approached the Master, asking to help restore the garden as an apology.
Seeing them working so hard, even the ayakashi who had been their rivals began to join in one after another.
Yumeka: Everything worked out in the end, then.
Tsubaki: .......I wonder.
Tsubaki: Those guys are fickle. I’m honestly afraid they’ll just start fighting again eventually.
With a shrug, Tsubaki-kun stood up and started walking toward the sofa.
Tsubaki: You’ll catch a chill if you stay in the breeze too long.
Yumeka: ......Right.
Watching him walk away, I thought of how he still wouldn't kiss me.
It wasn't just his powers; the very time Tsubaki-kun and I lived in was surely different.
(As long as he is an ayakashi and I am human...... will we never be able to tear down that wall?)
Hoping to fill the hollow feeling in my chest, I spoke up to him.
Yumeka: You know...... I think I’m going to be able to take some time off soon.
Yumeka: When I do, let’s go to karaoke together.
Tsubaki: Huh? Not happening.
Yumeka: I’d really love to see you holding a mic and shouting your heart out.
Tsubaki: I won't hold one, and I definitely won't shout.
Yumeka: I’ll play the tambourine, okay? I’m actually pretty good at it.
Tsubaki: You don't need to play anything.
Yumeka: ......Karaoke is fun, you know.
Tsubaki: You’re persistent.
Tsubaki-kun turned around and frowned when he saw me.
Tsubaki: ......Why do you look like you’re about to cry?
Yumeka: Oh...... well...
As he walked back toward the window, I couldn't bring myself to say the reason out loud.
How could I tell him that I was only now feeling the distance between Tsubaki-kun the ayakashi and myself the human?
Especially when I was the one who had been boldly approaching him all this time...... I felt like I had no right to say it.
Unable to find a way to hide it, I looked away and pressed my lips together.
Tsubaki: Did you really want to go to karaoke that badly? If that’s the case......
Tsubaki-kun began to mumble to himself.
Seeing his kindness—the fact that he was willing to force himself to go just for my sake—only made me want to cry even more.
Yumeka: Hehe...... sorry. It’s not that I really want to go to karaoke.
Tsubaki-kun waited silently for my next words.
Yumeka: How do I put it...... I just suddenly felt lonely.
Yumeka: I thought that I wanted to hear your song and feel better, too.
Tsubaki: Lonely?
Tsubaki: What is it about me that made you feel lonely?
Tsubaki-kun took my hand and pressed my palm against his chest.
My body tilted forward, bringing me a step closer to him.
Tsubaki: I am right here. Right in front of you.
I looked up. His shadow-blue eyes, framed by silver lashes, were turned toward me with concern.
Tsubaki: Besides, right now, I belong to you.
Those were words I wanted to hear, yet not as Tsubaki-kun the male courtesan.
(Because right now...... I’m not looking for an artificial flower.)
Artificial flowers are beautiful, too. They never wither or fade. But—
Yumeka: ........
Tsubaki: .........
As we stood in silence, I heard him let out a small breath.
Tsubaki: What is it you want from me? Tell me.
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At Shojumaru-san’s suggestion, Mitsunari-kun was to spend five days speaking with each daimyo individually. Then, on the final day, the daimyo would hold a vote to decide whether or not to return to the Oda’s service.
Two days had already passed since that arrangement was made......
(Only three days left...... Mitsunari-kun has been pushing himself, negotiating late into the night every single day.)
(I’ve also spoken to so many people myself; I’ve managed to gather a significant amount of information.)
I stopped by a teahouse today to organize the information I’d gathered from my investigations into my notebook.
(It’s already pitch black out. Mitsunari-kun should be back soon.)
(If I wait here, I’m bound to run into him.)
I scanned the passersby for Mitsunari-kun while sipping on the tea I’d ordered.
(Still, thinking about yesterday...)
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Mitsunari: Whenever you become close with a man other than myself, my heart grows restless.
Mai: Oh......
Mitsunari: Do you find me wretched for it? Would you laugh at me?
Mai: I’d never laugh at you. Honestly, it makes me happy.
Mitsunari: Happy?
Mai: Yeah, I’m happy.
Mitsunari: ......I’m glad. It seems—
Mitsunari: It seems I want you all to myself.
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(Ugh...... it’s on a loop in my head and I can’t make it stop.)
The strength of his arms as he held me from behind.
The heat smoldering in those violet eyes.
The gentle kiss he pressed to the crown of my head.
Every time I remember it, my face gets so hot I feel like steam is going to start coming out of my ears.
(But I’m just so happy that I can’t help but want to relive it.)
Even within the Oda forces, there have always been plenty of people who were jealous of Mitsunari-kun’s talent.
But Mitsunari-kun himself usually paid them no mind; he’s just not the type to harbor negative emotions toward others.
(For that Mitsunari-kun to go that far and say those things...)
(It’s embarrassing, but it really does make me happy to hear him put it into words.)
(I have to stop smiling like a loon, though. This is a problem.)
Mai: ......No, I need to calm down.
I placed a hand over my racing heart and took a long, slow breath out.
I repeated this several times, until—
Mitsunari: Is that some sort of new health regimen?
(Mitsunari-kun!)
He suddenly peeked into my face from beside me, nearly making my heart stop for real.
Mai: Oh! Wh-when did you......
Mitsunari: I finished my individual negotiations and spotted you on my way back to the inn.
Mitsunari: Were you taking a break?
Mai: Um, well, more than taking a break, I wanted to have tea with you, so I was waiting here.
(He caught me doing something weird, but I’m glad he called out to me.)
Mitsunari: Is that so? I’ve grown a bit chilled, so let us rest here for a moment.
Mai: I’m glad. Here, have a seat.
Mitsunari-kun sent his guards back to the inn ahead of us and took a seat by my side.
Owner: Welcome. What can I get for you?
Mitsunari: Master, a cup of tea for me... actually, make that two more cups.
Mitsunari: Mai-sama, please join me for a fresh cup.
Mai: Sure, thank you.
Owner: Right, two teas coming up... Oh, wait. Aren't you—
(Hm?)
The owner peeked out from the back, seemingly recognizing Mitsunari-kun.
Owner: You’re the one who was searching for his sweetheart yesterday evening, aren't you?
Mai: What......
Mitsunari: Indeed. Thank you for your help then.
As Mitsunari-kun gave a deep bow, the owner looked over at me with an apologetic smile.
Owner: Not at all. I’m glad you found her safe and sound.
Owner: You had such a terrifyingly intense aura about you at the time that it took me a moment to realize you were the same person.
Owner: Now then, please wait just a moment while I prepare your tea.
(A terrifyingly intense aura......)
Once the owner had left, I caught Mitsunari-kun’s eye.
Mitsunari: This is quite embarrassing. I was searching for your whereabouts and happened to ask the master of this shop for information, but...
Mitsunari: Whenever you are involved, I find it impossible to remain calm.
Mai: No, I’m the one who should be sorry for worrying you.
Mitsunari: Regardless, I am simply glad you are safe.
(That was thanks to Shojumaru-san being there, though.)
(I don't want to worry Mitsunari-kun any more than I already have. I really need to stop being so reckless.)
I gave myself a mental lecture as I took a sip of the warm tea that had just been brought to us.
Mai: Still, today was the second day of individual negotiations, right? It must have been pretty tough.
Mitsunari: No major problems have arisen. While the talks remain in parallel, they are at least willing to sit at the negotiating table.
Mitsunari: I imagine things have been harder for you. You must be exhausted from investigating until dark.
Mai: I’m fine, I’ve been taking breaks. More importantly, I heard a lot of interesting things from the townspeople.
Mai: One of the daimyo you negotiated with today... apparently his brothers are in the middle of a messy succession dispute.
Mai: It was a situation where a war could have broken out at any moment, but people say it’s been strangely quiet lately.
Mai: And about Nanasawai—he used to be completely submissive to the Oda forces.
Mai: But at some point, he suddenly started openly criticizing Nobunaga-sama.
Mai: The townspeople were whispering that he might have teamed up with someone powerful behind the scenes.
I summarized the other bits of info I’d gathered on the daimyo while glancing at my notebook.
Mitsunari: One must never underestimate rumors. There are some changes that can only be felt through the pulse of daily life.
Mitsunari: I, too, believe that someone is backing Nanasawai-dono.
(Mitsunari-kun said before...)
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Mitsunari: It’s only logical to assume there is a mastermind behind the scenes instigating them.
Mitsunari: This rebellion is a script designed to intentionally create turmoil by exploiting the daimyos' dissatisfaction.
Mitsunari: Currently, the person who most strongly desires Nobunaga-sama’s removal and stands to profit from the chaos of war is Kicho-dono.
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Mai: Do you think that "someone" really is Kicho-dono?
Mitsunari: It is still in the stage of speculation, but most likely.
Mitsunari: The reason the rumors of succession disputes vanished might be because Kicho-dono sided with one party and took some kind of action.
Mitsunari: It’s also possible that daimyo was blackmailed into defecting from the Oda forces.
Mitsunari: As for Nanasawai-dono, there have been rumors of corruption surrounding him for some time.
Mitsunari: He may have been bribed, or perhaps Kicho-dono found evidence of his crimes and is now using that to force him to criticize Nobunaga-sama.
(So Mitsunari-kun is continuing these negotiations in the middle of all that...)
Mai: ......Do you think Nanasawai and the others have any intention of returning to the Oda's service?
Mitsunari: They are not fools. They know the overwhelming military might of the Oda forces all too well.
Mitsunari: Even with Kicho-dono behind them, they would surely prefer to avoid war and not lose their lives in a pointless conflict if they can help it.
(Ah...... he has the face of a man.)
Mitsunari-kun, who usually wears a soft smile, currently had the same profile he has when standing on a battlefield.
(I know it's not the time or place, but... he looks so handsome.)
(It’s impossible not to stare.)
Mitsunari: Well, shall we head back to the inn soon?
Mai: Huh? Oh... yeah, let's do that!
Mitsunari: ......Mai-sama? Your face seems quite red.
He leaned in so close our eyelashes were nearly touching, and I was mortified.
Mai: I-it might be a brain fever! From thinking too much!
Mitsunari: A brain fever? I thought that was something only small children suffered from... though you certainly are very adorable, so perhaps......
Mai: That's not what I meant! But it'll go away soon, so I'm fine.
(Don't just say "adorable" so casually. It’s making my face even hotter.)
Mai: Mitsunari-kun, we’re going back to the inn, right? Come on, let's hurry. We have to get ready for tomorrow. Right?
I stood up in a rush, and Mitsunari-kun followed suit.
Mitsunari: Understood, let us do that.
Mitsunari: Master, thank you for the tea. I’d like to pay the bill.
Owner: ........
(Wait?)
The owner, who had been so friendly until a moment ago, suddenly had a stiff, cold expression.
Owner: Are you that Ishida Mitsunari fellow? If you are, I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you not to come to my shop ever again.
(What... why the sudden change?)
Mitsunari: ..........
Mitsunari: It seems I have caused you some offense. My apologies.
Mitsunari: Let’s go, Mai-sama.
Mai: O-okay.
Mitsunari-kun paid the owner, and we left the teahouse.
After we’d walked a little way, I looked back at the shop.
Mai: Hey, wasn't the owner acting strange?
Mitsunari: Yes, that sudden change in attitude is concerning.
Mitsunari: Mai-sama, for your investigations tomorrow, please hide your connection to the Oda forces, just to be safe.
Mai: Got it. That seems like a good idea.
(Something might be starting to move behind the scenes.)
I headed back to the inn with Mitsunari-kun, a dark premonition weighing on my heart.
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Two more days passed—
I sat across from Mitsunari-kun, a stack of gathered documents between us.
Mitsunari: Tomorrow is the fifth day—the day of our promise. Mai-sama, please come to the castle with me.
Mai: Right. The daimyo are going to vote on whether to return to the Oda or remain independent.
(If they choose to leave, everything will go exactly as Kicho-dono planned.)
(This could be the trigger for a war that results in so many casualties.)
(I want to avoid that if there’s any way possible......)
Mai: Are the negotiations...... going well?
I tried to ask casually, but my voice came out a bit thin.
Mitsunari: They are proceeding smoothly. With Shojumaru-dono's assistance, I have even managed to earn the trust of some of the daimyo.
Mai: Then it looks like we might be able to win the majority of the votes.
Mitsunari: For now, yes. But we won't know the result until the very end.
Mitsunari: I intend to remain vigilant until then.
Mitsunari-kun’s tone was sharp, and his gaze was steady and unwavering.
(He’s incredible. He never stops thinking so that he can handle whatever comes his way.)
Mai: I’ll take a leaf out of your book and stay focused too.
Will our efforts over these past few days reach the hearts of the daimyo?
Mitsunari: There is no need for you to be so on guard. I have already taken measures in advance to prepare for various possibilities.
Mai: Then is there anything I can do to help?
Mitsunari: ......You have already helped me simply by being here. More importantly,
(Ah......)
Mitsunari-kun scooped my hands into his, gently interlacing our fingers.
Mitsunari: I heard from the guards that there was some trouble in town this evening.
(W-wait, I didn't think it was that big of a deal, so I didn't say anything......)
Mai: I wouldn't really call it trouble. Someone just shouted at me to get out of town.
Mai: I couldn't even tell if they said it because they knew I was connected to the Oda forces or not.
I had been startled when a passing man suddenly started yelling at me on the street just as the sun began to dip.
(He looked like an ordinary townsperson...... I wonder what that was all about.)
Mitsunari-kun’s body stiffened slightly, and he let out a faint breath.
Mitsunari: Do you remember what happened at the teahouse the day before yesterday?
Mai: Oh...... yeah. Of course.
I nodded as the image of the teahouse owner’s sudden change in attitude flashed through my mind.
Mitsunari: I received a secret message from Shojumaru-dono. It seems that malicious rumors regarding myself and Nobunaga-sama have been spreading through the town over the past few days.
Mitsunari: Rumors that we have forcibly gathered the daimyo under the guise of negotiations only to coerce them back into the Oda's service and impose military burdens upon them.
Mitsunari: They say we’ve threatened to burn the entire country to the ground if they resist. The source of these rumors remains unknown.
(W-what? That’s...... that's completely wrong.)
Mai: Why would such lies be spread? You’re trying so hard to avoid war through dialogue.
Mitsunari: One possibility is that one of the daimyo is intentionally leaking this misinformation.
Mitsunari: They may be growing desperate, thinking they might lose the vote at this rate.
(They're trying to ruin the Oda’s reputation as much as possible.)
Mai: Could it be...... is Nanasawai the one spreading these rumors?
The stern expression on Mitsunari-kun’s face softened all at once.
Mitsunari: It will be alright. I told you that I’ve already taken measures, didn't I?
Mitsunari: So, will you believe in me until the very end?
Mai: Of course. No matter the situation, I’ll always believe in your words.
Mitsunari: Thank you. However......
Mitsunari: It must have been frightening to be yelled at by that man.
(Ah......)
His gentle arms pulled me into an embrace.
The warmth of his consideration seemed to flow deep into my chest along with his touch.
Mitsunari: I’m sorry I wasn't there by your side.
Mai: No, don't apologize. Besides, I’m used to shouting from being on the battlefield.
It was much scarier when I was kidnapped by Kennyo-san, or when Shingen-sama attacked our temporary base.
Compared to those moments, this felt like nothing at all.
(Come to think of it, Mitsunari-kun saved me both of those times.)
Mai: I have. So, you just focus on your negotiations with the daimyo, okay?
Mitsunari: Yes, I shall do exactly that.
(I know Mitsunari-kun can pull this off.)
His lips, curved into a smile, pressed a kiss to mine.
I accepted that warmth, my heart burning with affection.
—
The night of the fifth day finally arrived.
My throat was parched with tension, and my heart hammered against my ribs.
Hoping he wouldn't notice, I clenched my teeth and stepped into the hall alongside Mitsunari-kun.
Nanasawai: You’ve finally shown up. I thought perhaps you’d run away to hide that tear-streaked face of yours.
Mitsunari: Unfortunately, I have neither the need nor the reason to run away.
As Mitsunari-kun replied with perfect composure, the wrinkles between Nanasawai’s brows deepened.
(There are six daimyo in total, including Nanasawai. If four people vote to return to the Oda's service, we win.)
Shojumaru-san placed a box respectfully between Mitsunari-kun and the row of daimyo facing him.
Shojumaru: Then, let us begin.
Shojumaru: Everyone, please write your decision on the paper provided and place it inside the box.
Nanasawai: Shojumaru, if we do not wish to return to their service, we write "No," correct?
Shojumaru: Yes. If you choose to return, please write "Yes."
Nanasawai: You heard him, everyone.
Daimyo: .......
The pointed way Nanasawai spoke made it feel as though he were forcing his will upon the other daimyo.
(It wasn't just Mitsunari-kun’s persuasion; Shojumaru-san has been working secretly behind the scenes, too.)
(Please...... I’m begging you.)
I watched with a prayer in my heart as the daimyo placed their slips of paper into the box one by one.
Shojumaru: Everyone has finished. I shall now open the box and verify the results.
Nanasawai: You already know what the answer is.
Mitsunari: Do we?
Shojumaru: Now—
He turned the box over and began unfolding the slips of paper he had removed.
Shojumaru: "Yes"... none. "No"... six slips.
(What......?!)
Mitsunari: .......
The overwhelming finality of the result caught in my throat, leaving me speechless.
(Based on the information we had beforehand, it looked like we could get half the votes...... Why......?)
Shojumaru: Mitsunari-sama, it appears that everyone, starting with Nanasawai-sama, has decided not to return to the Oda’s service.
Shojumaru-san looked down in apparent disappointment as he announced the result.
Nanasawai: You said there was no need to run, but surely you understand the situation now.
(This can't be...... what do we do......?)
As Nanasawai and the others gloated, Mitsunari-kun turned a sharp gaze toward them.
Mitsunari: ......No. Not yet.
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Chapter 6
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Rio Ortiz Act 2 Sequel: Passionate Ending Chapter 13 Premium Story (The Day I Held Your Pure Soul Close)
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Rio: Prince Valerio was a man driven entirely by calculation—cowardly and self-centered.
Rio: I couldn't say he was a man worthy of a woman as pure-hearted as you, even as a lie.
Emma: I... I don't think Valerio-sama is as cowardly or self-centered as you seem to think.
(Come to think of it, he used to worry about this a long time ago, too.)
(It was as if Rio hated "Valerio-sama.")
Rio, who had covered his face with his arm, let out a low groan and fell silent.
I took a moment to choose my words, then reached out and took his hand while still resting atop him.
Emma: Thank you.
Rio: ......For what?
Emma: For protecting me.
Emma: Everything you did was for my sake, wasn't it?
Rio: No, it wasn't. I was the one who started all of this in the first place, remember?
Rio: I dragged you into a problem that I should have handled on my own, and then I chose to play dirty.
Rio: I... I can't change who I am.
(He wants to protect the person he loves and make them happy, even if it means stepping over others.)
(Perhaps Rio has been carrying the same sense of guilt that I have.)
Emma: Then... are you disappointed in me, Rio?
Rio: What?! Why would you even say that?!
Rio whipped his arm away and bolted upright.
Startled by his sudden movement, I leaned back, but he caught my hands in a firm grip.
Rio: There’s no way I could ever be disappointed in you. I love you. I love you so much. I love you more than I can even put into words.
Emma: Th-thank you.
Emma: But what I did was really no different from what you did, Rio.
Rio: It’s completely different.
Emma: It’s the same.
I leaned forward and gently pressed my forehead against his.
His trembling sky-blue eyes were so close now.
Emma: I wanted to protect you, Rio.
Emma: I wanted to put you above everyone else.
(In the end, I thought I was the one doing the protecting, but it was me who was being protected all along.)
Emma: What’s the difference between what I did and what you did?
Rio: ......
Emma: Hey, do you remember?
Emma: Back when I first came to Benitoite, we talked on the balcony——
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—It was a night when the gentle sound of the waves, rolling in and out, seemed to wrap the whole world in a soft embrace.
Emma: ......Rio.
Rio: Emma.
Emma: No, I mean... your hands......
While I was looking out at the sea from the railing, Rio had come up behind me and pulled me into his arms.
His hands, which had originally just been resting on my waist, were starting to move in a rather questionable way.
Since I was wearing a thin negligee, I could feel the heat of his palms right through the fabric.
Rio: I’m just making sure you don't fall.
Emma: Is that really it......?
Rio: You’re so cute when you're all restless like this.
Emma: Ah, so you are doing it on purpose.
Every time his mischievous hands brushed against my waist, the chill of the night air seemed to melt away.
The sensation was so ticklish that I couldn't help but press my lips together.
Emma: You’re being mean today.
Rio: I’m not being mean. It’s just a hobby of mine.
Emma: That almost sounds worse.
Rio: Not the "being mean" part. I mean my hobby is finding one new thing about you every single day.
Emma: ......A new thing about me?
Rio: That’s right. The Emma of today, who wasn't here yesterday.
Rio: Every time I search and find something new, I just think, "Ah, I love her."
Emma: I wonder if there really is something new every day.
Rio: There is! There are so many things.
Rio nuzzled his cheek against mine, sounding delighted.
Rio: You might look the same, but you’re changing day by day.
Rio: Your way of thinking, the way you carry yourself, the things you like and hate... no one stays exactly the same for years, right?
Rio: That’s why I make it a point to find something I love about the Emma who only exists in this very moment.
(It’s true; the me of yesterday and the me of today might be different.)
Emma: Won't that list become incredibly long?
Rio: It already is. And the more I learn, the crazier I get for you.
Emma: So the "love" of yesterday and the "love" of today are different?
Rio: The weight is completely different! By the time I’m an old man, I’ll probably have lost my mind entirely.
(I wonder what it feels like to love someone so much you lose your mind.)
(Finding something you love that much in life must be such a wonderful thing.)
Emma: ......Maybe I’ll try to find something new about you every day too, Rio.
Emma: If I do that, I feel like my love will turn into "I love you," and then "I love you even more."
The world fell into a deep silence, save for the rhythmic sound of the waves.
Emma: ......Rio?
When I turned around, my lips accidentally brushed against his face, which was right there beside mine.
(Ah......)
Emma: I-I’m sorr......
Even in the darkness, I could tell Rio’s face was turning a deep, burning crimson.
My eyes widened in surprise, and in response, Rio buried his face into my shoulder.
Rio: You're so cute... You're so cute it's killing me. I can't even breathe.
Emma: I think the reason you can't breathe is because you're pressing your face into me.
(So he can get embarrassed like this too.)
Emma: ......I just found a new side of Rio.
Rio: Jeez... Emma, what are you trying to do to me?
Rio lifted his head, a faint blush still lingering on his skin, and began to peck at my lips.
As I turned toward him, my back pressed against the balcony railing.
This time, our lips met in a firm, deep press, his large palms supporting me as if to ensure I wouldn't fall into the sea.
(Even the way we kiss... if I pay attention, today is completely different from yesterday.)
(Today’s kiss is... a little shy, a bit more reserved.)
I reached out and pulled Rio closer by the back of his head.
As I deepened the kiss myself, I felt the temperature of our lips rise.
Rio: ......I won't be able to stop, you know?
Emma: Isn't today supposed to be the day Rio is mean?
Rio: I love that little devil side of you, too.
Emma: Hya!
Rio pulled back just an inch before playfully nipping at my ear.
As he traced the shell of my ear with his tongue, a syrupy heat pooled deep in my stomach—
Emma: That’s...... ah.
Rio: Did you hate it?
Rio brushed my hair aside with his fingers, sliding his lips from my ear down to the curve of my neck.
The sensation of him slowly nipping at my skin made me bunch the fabric of his shirt in my hands.
Emma: Now it feels...... ticklish, maybe.
Rio: Do you like it when I tickle you?
Emma: ......There’s nothing you could do to me that I’d hate.
(Though I am embarrassed......)
For a split second, Rio’s movements stopped.
But it was truly only for a moment; after that, he showed no further restraint.
Emma: Ah, wait......
Before I knew it, he had tugged down the collar of my negligee, his tongue tracing scandalous patterns over my exposed skin.
He started from the outer curve and worked his way inward; the moment he grazed the peak, a shameless cry escaped my lips and vanished into the sound of the waves.
Yet, the "mean" Rio didn't stop, accurately teasing out every sensation from my most sensitive spots.
Emma: This is too much...... ngh, ah.
Rio: There isn't a dog in the world who wouldn't get carried away after being loved this much by you.
My chest heaved with every breath, skin glistening and damp. I instinctively looked away.
He took advantage of that split second of vulnerability to suckle the tip, and I found myself clinging to his head, pulling him against me.
Emma: ......I think I might have to change my clothes.
Rio: Ah, you’re right.
Rio chuckled as he hiked up the hem of my negligee, his hand finding the space between my thighs.
Emma: This is your fault.
Rio: Sorry, okay?
Despite saying "sorry," he didn't sound the least bit apologetic as his fingers slid into the slick warmth.
Every time he moved inside me, my hips swayed in response. Despite the embarrassment, I felt a sensation as if I were tightening around him.
Rio: Since you have to change anyway, would you mind if I got carried away just a little bit more?
(......Maybe this wicked smile is also something I can only see because of the Rio of today.)
Instead of an answer, I let my body go limp against him, and the hands pleasuring me only grew more intense—
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(Why does this always happen whenever I start remembering the past!)
Fshhh...... I felt as if I were breathing fire, and I reflexively covered my face with my hands.
Rio: .......What exactly did you just remember?
Emma: Nothing in particular! Nothing except our conversation!
Rio, who had been so dejected just a moment ago, was now shaking his shoulders as he struggled to hold back his laughter.
I gave his chest a playful thwack, and Rio wiped a stray tear from the corner of his eye with his finger.
Rio: Sorry, sorry.
Emma: My point is, every time I find a new side of you, I fall for you even more!
(Ever since that day, I’ve made it a point to look for a new Rio every day.)
(Just like he said, even if he looks the same, there are tiny differences......)
(And every single one of them is so precious that I love the Rio of today even more than the one from yesterday.)
(......And today is no different.)
Emma: Rio, you said it yourself, right?
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Rio: When I heard that a girl had gone missing today......
Rio: .......I couldn't think of anything but you.
Rio: Even when the owner’s safety was uncertain......
Rio: I prioritized your safety over whether or not he was okay.
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Rio: Additionally....... while I was searching for you today, I heard a scream from the forest.
Rio: I almost ignored it.
Emma: You said you "almost" did, didn't you?
Emma: It’s the same with the girl and the owner.
Emma: In the end, the path you always choose is the kind one.
(Even if he considers abandoning someone, he never actually does.)
(No matter the reason...... there’s no doubt that it’s an act of kindness.)
Emma: ......Besides, the Viscount did something horrible to you, so I think we can just leave him out of the "kindness" equation.
Rio: ......
Rio: Emma, are you still holding a grudge against the Viscount?
Emma: Well, of course I am. That man hurt you.
Emma: On top of that, he hasn't shown a shred of remorse. I haven't forgiven him. That’s why—
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Viscount Abbatino: Ow! Could you be a little more gentle with the bandages—OW OW OW OW!
Emma: I have to tie it tightly; it’s a sprain, after all!
Viscount Abbatino: I know that, but...... it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! You’re doing this on purpose, aren't you?!
Emma: Not at all. I just want you to get better as soon as possible, Viscount......
Viscount Abbatino: You...... you’re a perfect match for that wicked prince!
Emma: Really?
Viscount Abbatino: Don't look so happy about it!!!
..
Emma: ......I do feel a bit guilty. I worry that I might be different from the girl you fell in love with.
Emma: But more than that, my anger wins out.
Emma: I really wanted to make him say a simple "I'm sorry."
(He left as soon as I finished bandaging him, so I didn't get the chance.)
(I can't be kind to everyone.)
(I don't know how Rio will take that side of me, but......)
(......No. I suppose I should say I "didn't" know.)
(Now, I feel like I understand.)
(It’s likely the exact same feeling I have for you, Rio.)
Rio: Honestly, you’re so brave!
With a delighted laugh, Rio pulled me into a tight embrace.
It was the kind of hug that conveyed his love with every fiber of his being.
I hugged him back with all my might, returning every bit of his affection.
Rio: I love that side of you, too...... the side of you that’s willing to cast aside your kindness for my sake.
Emma: And I love the Rio who will use any means necessary to protect me.
Emma: There’s no way I could ever hate you.
(I’m sure there will still be moments of doubt and conflict ahead.)
(And it’s not that I think anything is permissible just for the sake of protection.)
(Even so, I choose Rio.)
(If it were a choice between five strangers and one lover...... I would choose my lover without a second thought.)
(Love includes all of this—even the guilt.)
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Passionate End Chapter 14
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[Yi Yu 2024 Birthday Card] A Heart Brimming with Moonlight (盈月满怀) | Beyond the World 世界之外
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Meeting Incidents
Incident 1
I had been constantly busy with the investigation, but whenever a spare moment cropped up, Yi Yu would always invite me out to relax.
I was more than happy to wander through the various corners of West City with him. Yi Yu told me that, if possible, he wanted to leave traces of our memories in every single part of this city.
Incident 2
I gradually collected a mountain of leads and information, and Yi Yu would often sit with me to discuss and organize it all. On the occasions where I was simply too exhausted to continue, he would insist that I rest. By the time I woke up, the organized files would be waiting for me on the desk.
But Yi Yu had his own heavy workload to deal with; I frequently saw him working late into the night in the study. Sometimes I’d ask if there was anything I could do to help. Whenever I did, he would just smile and close his laptop.
Yi Yu: These are just trivial matters you shouldn't worry about.
Yi Yu: If you have any free time... just spend it with me.
Incident 3
I noticed several new, thick volumes in Yi Yu’s study, and it seemed all the other books had been moved. Yi Yu told me that since a new shipment had arrived, he’d taken the opportunity to reorganize the entire collection by category. After explaining, he asked with a smile if any of them piqued my interest, offering to read to me.
In truth, my mind was entirely focused on tracking down the missing funds, and I didn't have much interest in reading. But I really did need to unwind. I leaned back into Yi Yu’s embrace and listened to him read aloud. By the end, I couldn't remember a single word of the story. All I could recall was the look in his eyes, curved with laughter, when I couldn't resist pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips.
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BtW Masterlist
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[Yi Yu 2024 Birthday Event] Resplendent Years (锦瑟华年) Part 6 | Beyond the World 世界之外
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A flicker of complicated emotions crossed Yi Yu's leaden-gray eyes, but soon enough, they returned to their usual warmth.
Yi Yu: Alright.
He picked a suitable spot to pull over.
I pushed the door open and got out, and he followed.
Even in the dark, I had the faint sense that the scenery here was familiar.
Looking closer, I realized we were beneath the Mid-Continent Bridge. Not far off, the houses were lit up in warm, glowing squares.
Further still, that telephone booth stood in silent vigil.
I was too far away to see it clearly, but I could just make out its silhouette.
The last time I returned, I had stood in that booth under the bridge and dialed Yi Yu's number.
I knew I should trust him, yet every current lead pointed straight in his direction.
I hadn't quite figured out how to broach the subject, but my strongest intuition told me one thing—Yi Yu would never hurt me.
That thought alone brought me a great deal of peace.
I gestured toward the telephone booth and gave him a smile.
Me: That’s where I called you from last time.
Yi Yu smiled back, watching me quietly.
Yi Yu: It was raining that day.
Me: Pouring.
I leaned in closer to him. Yi Yu's body went rigid for a split second before he pulled me into a forceful embrace.
In that moment, I had the distinct feeling that he already knew everything.
I didn't say a word, and Yi Yu seemed to be waiting for me to speak.
I looked into his leaden-gray eyes and finally decided to be direct.
Me: Yi Yu, where exactly are we right now?
Yi Yu fell silent for a moment.
Yi Yu: Beneath the Mid-Continent Bridge.
I shook my head.
Me: You know that’s not what I’m asking.
Me: I realized today that there’s something wrong with this world. Some people lose their memories, others just repeat the same actions over and over.
Me: It’s as if we're in a movie. Everyone else is just acting, and we’re the only real leads.
Me: And then I realized that this world must have a director—someone who arranged the script to keep me from noticing the glitches in reality.
Me: That director is you, isn't it?
I let it all out in one breath.
A whirlwind of emotions flashed through Yi Yu's eyes.
After a long silence, he buried his head in the crook of my neck and let out a soft, self-deprecating laugh that sounded almost relieved.
Yi Yu: You really don't remember any of it.
Yi Yu: I should have known I couldn't fool you.
I didn't understand what he meant by me "not remembering," but I didn't ask.
I reached up to stroke his hair; it was light and soft, with a few stray strands brushing against my neck.
Yi Yu didn't seem to want to keep the truth from me anymore, and he began to tell me exactly what it was I had "forgotten."
Yi Yu: The day you called me wasn't actually your first day back.
Yi Yu: After you returned, you started investigating the Ningfeng Bank theft, but you weren't making any progress.
Yi Yu: One day, you mentioned trying to use hypnosis to enter He Qian's dreams.
Yi Yu: Or rather, to enter her subconscious.
So we were currently inside He Qian's dream? No wonder everything was so illogical...
Me: Was my plan to enter her subconscious to understand how she thinks, so I could deduce where she hid the money?
But why hypnosis? The technology of this era hasn't advanced to the point where hypnosis can let one person enter another's dream.
Yi Yu nodded.
Yi Yu: That was your plan. I wasn't comfortable with it and wanted to accompany you, and you didn't refuse.
Yi Yu: You said there was a risk of losing oneself in a dream, so if one of us stayed awake, they had to remind the other that it wasn't real.
Yi Yu: I knew this wasn't just some hypnosis, and I knew you didn't actually care about that job at Ningfeng Bank.
Yi Yu: But I didn't want you stressing over other people's problems. They don't deserve a second of your attention.
His voice was very low as he spoke, as if he were holding something back.
Me: So, I’m the one who got lost in the dream, and you never reminded me... right?
Yi Yu's breath brushed against my ear, and I heard him let out a soft chuckle.
Yi Yu: After we entered He Qian's dream, you forgot everything.
Yi Yu: I realized that time doesn't flow here; it’s just the same day repeating forever.
Yi Yu: I figured that since time stood still, our time together in this dream could last forever.
Yi Yu: But this world is too small and there's too much repetition. All I could do was patch the holes in your environment to make it seem normal.
Yi Yu: Like giving the bank staff tasks to do, or changing every date and time marker I could find.
Yi Yu: And spending as much time with you as possible to make sure you didn't visit the same places on a loop.
Yi Yu: I knew you’d figure it out eventually, but I still wanted you here with me. Just a little longer.
His warm breath hit my neck, and his hair tickled my skin.
My hand instinctively found its way to his earlobe before brushing against his slightly cool cheek.
Understanding his motives, I didn't have the heart to say anything harsh.
Me: So that’s what happened. I understand now, and I don't blame you.
Me: But I want to be with you in the real world—somewhere that isn't dangerous.
Me: Can we leave? Please?
As soon as the words left my mouth, he suddenly grabbed my wrists with surprising force.
He pulled me into a crushing embrace. In my dazed state, I felt as though I could feel the very contours of his bones through our clothes.
We were like two pieces of a puzzle, fitting together perfectly in that moment.
Yi Yu: .....Alright.
Yi Yu: I think I know how to wake up. And I know where He Qian hid that money.
I tilted my head back and kissed him.
He responded with a kiss that was even more fervent, even more desperate.
Beneath the bridge, the wind swept across the river with a hollow roar.
The wind began to pick up, so we headed back inside.
Earlier at the restaurant, I’d been so preoccupied with watching the waiter that I barely ate a thing. Now, my stomach was starting to growl.
Yi Yu stepped into the kitchen to whip up a few simple side dishes.
I leaned against the doorframe, watching him work.
Me: Did you eat dinner yet?
Yi Yu shook his head.
Yi Yu: The vegetables at this shop are quite fresh.
Yi Yu: Though, if we don't leave this place soon, I'm afraid there won't be much left to buy.
I couldn't help but let out a laugh.
He Qian’s dream world was stuck in a perpetual loop of the same day. The selection at the store was limited to whatever happened to be in stock that day.
If we stayed any longer, I would have eventually noticed something was off regardless.
Me: There are still a few things I don't quite understand, though.
Me: Have you ever been followed? I can't see anyone, but ever since we found Chen Dewen’s body, there’s been the sound of footsteps trailing me.
Now that I knew this was He Qian’s dream, those inexplicable footsteps had to be linked to her.
Yi Yu: Being followed? Yes, I have.
Yi Yu’s voice was remarkably casual.
Yi Yu: When I first arrived and started looking into He Qian, I was definitely being followed.
Yi Yu gave a noncommittal smile.
It occurred to me that the reason that diary suddenly appeared on my desk might have been because Yi Yu had already looked through it and found something.
Whatever he found was clearly vital to He Qian, which is why her consciousness attacked him.
After he was targeted, he likely moved the diary elsewhere and stopped his investigation entirely.
Once he was no longer a threat to her, He Qian’s subconscious stopped its assault.
But since I had been leading Officer Zhou's investigation, I was closing in on the truth behind the hidden funds one step at a time—which is why her subconscious had started stalking me.
The pieces were finally starting to fall into place.
I turned off the faucet and looked Yi Yu straight in the eye.
Me: So, as intruders in this dream, we’re essentially maintaining a delicate balance with her defensive subconscious.
Me: If we can defeat that defense, we can finally leave?
Yi Yu watched me quietly.
Yi Yu: That’s the gist of it.
But that raised a new question: how were we supposed to defeat her subconscious?
Yi Yu led me into the study and handed me a handgun.
The realization hit me instantly.
As someone from the modern era, I had a fairly scientific understanding of how dreams worked.
Dreams are a reflection of a person’s subconscious; therefore, whatever a person fears in reality, their subconscious fears as well.
Me: You want me to shoot the shadow?
Me: But what about you?
Yi Yu hesitated for a moment.
Yi Yu: I’ll be responsible for drawing it out.
Drawing it out...? I shot him a confused look.
Yi Yu: It seems you’ve forgotten even more than I thought.
He patiently explained exactly what had happened before we entered this dream world.
As it turned out, we had already discovered before entering the dream that He Qian had converted a massive amount of the stolen funds into gold and jewelry before she fell into her coma.
Since those jewels had never surfaced in the market, they had to be hidden away somewhere.
Once inside the dream, Yi Yu had seen that line in He Qian’s diary: I want to give Mama a better life.
How do you give a dead person a better life?
Yi Yu deduced that He Qian must have hidden the wealth inside her mother’s grave.
The moment we tried to do anything to that gravesite, we were guaranteed to be attacked by He Qian’s defensive subconscious.
The following morning, Yi Yu drove us to the cemetery.
I was already on high alert, summoning my Silhouette ahead of time.
If He Qian’s consciousness decided to attack, I was prepared to either open fire or engage her in direct combat.
We wound our way through the cemetery until we finally located the gravestone belonging to He Qian’s mother.
The woman in the photo was exactly who I expected—the same person I’d encountered at He Qian’s house.
In He Qian’s dream, her mother would always be on her side, acting as a shield against anyone who meant her harm.
Only...
We were now faced with a new problem.
To get the shadow to attack us, we had to do something to provoke it first.
Me: We aren't actually going to pry open the headstone, are we? That feels so wrong...
As Yi Yu listened to my muttering, he placed his hand on the gravestone and made a move as if to heave it open.
In the next heartbeat, a dark shadow lunged toward us from the corner of my eye.
The mass had the vague silhouette of a person and moved with terrifying speed.
Even though I couldn't make out its face, I could feel a wave of bone-chilling killing intent crashing toward me.
Me: Yi Yu, get back!
Yi Yu stepped back with unhurried precision—just enough to leave me with a clear line of sight right between the shadow's eyes.
In that split second, I raised the handgun and pulled the trigger.
A deafening bang echoed through the air.
The shadow froze in its tracks, and the surrounding trees began to shake violently.
Did we do it?
Everything fell deathly silent.
Then, the world began to spin. The landscape dissolved into a kaleidoscope of brilliant colors, swirling before my eyes like a rushing current drawing toward a single point.
I felt myself being sucked into a vortex.
Where was Yi Yu? Why wasn't he here? I looked everywhere, but I couldn't see him.
Me: Yi Yu!
The first things I saw were crisp white sheets and a sterile, plain ceiling, with a red cross hanging on the wall.
Hearing my voice, a man in a police uniform with a holstered sidearm hurried into the room.
Officer Zhou gave me a small smile.
Officer Zhou: Oh, Miss Y/N, you’re awake already?
Taking in my surroundings and seeing Officer Zhou, I realized I must have finally escaped He Qian’s dream.
But the webbing of my hand still tingled from the recoil of the gunshot, and Yi Yu wasn't by my side.
Even in those final moments before the dream collapsed, I had been all alone.
Had Yi Yu not made it out?
Me: Where’s Yi Yu?
When I asked, a look of genuine confusion flickered across Officer Zhou’s face.
My heart sank. I scrambled out of bed and rushed out of the hospital room.
The next second, I crashed into a familiar, warm embrace.
I blinked in disbelief.
Me: Yi Yu?
Yi Yu: Mm, it’s me.
He rested his chin on the top of my head, his arms tightening around my back as he pulled me closer.
Yi Yu: I’m safe. Don't worry.
I managed to find my voice, though it was barely a whisper.
Me: You scared me to death...
Being in Yi Yu’s arms brought me an overwhelming sense of security. I had no desire to pull away, so I let him hold me, my own hands reaching up to cling to his back.
Mission Notification
You have used the free item: Dreamstone; Side effect triggered: Amnesia. Free items cannot be used again during this dungeon.
I froze for a moment as the system prompt from the very start of the dungeon flashed back into my mind—
In this game session, limited-time free items are available, but using them will trigger side effects.
The memories that had been suppressed by the item’s side effect began to return to me piece by piece.
...
I had already been living with Yi Yu for some time in this dungeon.
Back then, I already knew He Qian had converted the stolen funds into jewelry and gold, but I couldn't track down where they were hidden.
So, I decided to use the item to enter her dreams and uncover the truth.
I chose to go back to a month prior, a time before He Qian had fallen into her coma. Though for some reason, she never actually appeared in her own dream world.
Given how violent the attack was when Yi Yu touched her mother’s headstone, it was almost certain that the treasure was hidden inside the grave.
My mission objective was to find the bank's stolen funds; Chen Dewen’s portion had been squandered, but He Qian’s share had finally been found.
Fortunately, we both escaped He Qian’s dream safely. Now, in the real world, we could finally embrace each other for real.
???: Mr. Yi! Wait, you just woke up, you shouldn't get up so fast—
A man’s voice approached from a distance before cutting off abruptly.
It effectively shattered the atmosphere between Yi Yu and me.
I reluctantly pulled away from him, and judging by how slowly Yi Yu let go, he seemed to be feeling the exact same way I was.
Officer Zhou arrived a moment later, offering his concerns.
Officer Zhou: Thank you both for your hard work. How are you two feeling?
Yi Yu: Not bad. What time is it now?
Officer Zhou: It’s December 31st. You’ve both been asleep for about five days.
Yi Yu gave a subtle nod.
Yi Yu: The hypnosis method proved quite effective. You should check the grave of He Qian’s mother.
Officer Zhou blinked in surprise, then quickly understood.
Officer Zhou: Understood. Thank you both for your help.
With that, Officer Zhou turned to leave.
December 31st? Today was Yi Yu’s birthday, and it was also the deadline for my mission.
Had I only just escaped the dream world only to have to leave Yi Yu immediately? A wave of bitterness washed over me.
I called out to stop Officer Zhou.
Me: Officer Zhou, could I trouble you with something?
Me: Could you arrange to hand over the case files as soon as possible?
Officer Zhou: You mean...?
Me: Today. Try to have them transferred this afternoon if you can.
Otherwise, I was afraid the mission would count as a failure.
Officer Zhou didn't question it and nodded in agreement.
Yi Yu tightened his arm slightly around my waist.
Yi Yu: Let’s go home.
Me: Okay.
The streets were nearly empty in the early morning light.
Peerng through the car window, I could see the vivid, lively expressions on the faces of the passersby.
Even though it was the same city as the one in the dream, my connection to this world felt so much more grounded and real.
But today was already Yi Yu's birthday, and I still hadn't figured out how to celebrate it with him...
Everything was just too rushed.
Suddenly, I caught sight of a ticket booth out of the corner of my eye advertising an Ice Sculpture Park.
It reminded me of the Valentine's Day we spent together at an ice sculpture exhibition, though that one had been indoors.
An idea sparked instantly.
Me: Yi Yu, pull over.
Yi Yu gave me a curious look, but he brought the car to a stop nonetheless.
I hopped out, bought two entry tickets, and scrambled back into the car as fast as I could. I didn't want to waste a single second of our time together.
Me: It's your birthday today. I never forgot.
Me: I want to see the ice sculptures and the fireworks with you. Is that okay?
Yi Yu let out a soft, charming smile.
Yi Yu: Whatever you’ve planned, I'm happy.
Me: The fireworks aren't until tonight, so let's head home first.
Yi Yu: Mm, lead the way.
...
Back at the house, I took a look around.
The place was still filled with the traces of my life here—a flower in full bloom sat on the table, and a half-finished novel rested beside its vase.
Yi Yu picked up a phone call and listened to whatever was being said on the other end.
Once he hung up, he turned his gaze back to me.
Yi Yu: It’s nothing. Just a bit of work, but I’m staying with you.
Me: It’s okay. You’ve been away from work for a long time, so it might be something urgent. Go ahead and handle it.
I pulled him into the study.
The thought suddenly struck me that even back in He Qian’s dream, he had spent a lot of time working.
Me: Back in the dream, you were working all the time. What exactly were you doing?
Since time in that dream world just kept looping the same day, I doubted Yi Yu would have spent all his energy playing along with the system characters.
Sure enough, Yi Yu’s eyes crinkled with a hint of mischief.
Yi Yu: I was busy writing scripts for them—making sure they performed exactly the way they were supposed to.
I burst out laughing.
Me: No wonder you were so busy.
Yi Yu sat down at the desk and began to focus on his documents.
I sat on the sofa for a bit, looking around, but boredom quickly set in, so I wandered back over to him.
He was so deeply engrossed in his work that he didn't even notice my footsteps.
I circled around behind him and rested my arms on his shoulders, loosely hooking them around his neck.
Yi Yu finally snapped back to reality and turned his head to look at me.
Yi Yu: What is it?
Looking at his handsome face so close to mine, a sudden surge of playfulness took over.
Me: I just wanted to kiss you.
The color of Yi Yu’s eyes gradually deepened.
A smirk played on his lips as he pulled me down onto his lap.
After we spent a little while fooling around in the study, I finally forced him back to his desk to finish his work.
Today was his birthday, so I had to bake him a cake. I’d done it before, and I was going to do it again.
Once the cake was finished, I stepped back and looked it over, feeling quite satisfied with my work.
However, handing it over now would feel like it lacked any sense of occasion. I figured we’d still have time when we got back tonight, so I quietly hid the cake in his room.
What upset me more was that the birthday gift I’d prepared for Yi Yu in the dream world hadn't made it out with me.
I’d spent days painstakingly working on that gift—there was no way I was leaving it behind in a dream! I was willing to do whatever it took to get it back, even if it meant spending my points.
I opened the Main God Shop and found a tool specifically for duplicating items from within dreams. It was practically made for my situation.
The only catch was that it cost quite a few points...
Gritting my teeth, I bought the tool and followed the instructions to replicate the gift I’d made for Yi Yu.
That evening, we headed out together.
Yi Yu seemed to be thinking about that Valentine's Day too. He just shot me a smile without saying a word.
The outdoor ice sculpture exhibition was even grander in scale, with sculptures scattered everywhere, all draped in colorful lights that made them look incredibly lifelike.
There was a huge crowd today; most people were likely waiting here to bid farewell to the old year and welcome the new one.
The crowds were thick, so Yi Yu held my hand firmly as we navigated our way through the world of ice and snow.
I pointed toward a small ice sculpture nearby.
Me: Yi Yu, that one looks just like you.
Yi Yu looked over and knit his brows slightly.
Yi Yu: Does it really? I don't see it.
Me: It does! Its expression looks so gentle.
Yi Yu let out a soft laugh and gave the sculpture another look, though he remained noncommittal.
We continued walking forward.
Up ahead was the spot for the fireworks display, and it was already completely packed with people.
Yi Yu: Do you want to try and get closer?
I shook my head and pulled him toward a quiet corner that was relatively empty but still offered a decent view.
Me: Let’s stay here.
Me: At least we’re out of the wind.
Yi Yu wrapped his arm around my waist.
The seconds ticked away as midnight approached, with the deep velvet of the night sky blanketing everything around us.
In the final few seconds of his birthday, I turned to look at Yi Yu, and I found him already watching me.
I gave him a smile.
Me: Happy birthday, Yi Yu.
Me: You’re another year older now. How does it feel to spend the very last second of your birthday with me?
In the distance, the bells tolling for the new day rang out, their cold, mechanical chimes echoing in long, sweeping waves.
A dull roar echoed from the horizon, and a moment later, fireworks streaked into the sky. They exploded in a burst of light, trailing shimmering tails like falling stars as they cascaded back toward the earth.
A kaleidoscope of colors bloomed one after another, casting their fleeting glow and warmth across our faces.
Beneath the flicker of the fireworks, Yi Yu’s expression looked exceptionally soft, yet tinged with a trace of loneliness.
He pulled me into his arms, his answer drifting away from my original question.
Yi Yu: Can the Yi Yu of this new year... have you?
Me: Don’t you have me already?
Yi Yu shook his head.
Yi Yu: You know that’s not what I mean.
Yi Yu: I mean every second of every day—always.
He displayed that same childish possessiveness once again.
But I didn't have an answer for him.
I tugged on his sleeve and stood on my tiptoes to kiss him.
He didn't respond. Instead, those leaden-gray eyes just kept searching mine.
I let out a soft sigh and handed him the handmade model ship I’d prepared.
Me: Here. This is your gift.
Me: I spent a long time on it.
Me: I know the Mr. Yi of today already has everything he could ever need, but I hope you don't look down on this.
Yi Yu took the model from me. Using the faint light filtering into our corner, he examined it closely before his gaze finally settled on the ticket attached to the ship.
Yi Yu: I could never look down on it. Anything you give me, I cherish.
Me: I wanted to give you a ticket for a voyage across the sea once before, but things didn't go as planned, and it never reached you.
Me: This ticket isn't for a voyage like that.
Me: Keep it. The next time I come back, you can use it to take me anywhere you want.
Me: Whether it’s back to the Western Continent or somewhere else entirely—inside a dream or out of one.
Me: As long as you want to go, I’ll be right there with you.
Yi Yu looked up at me, a soft light swirling within his leaden-gray eyes.
He raised his hand, his cool fingertips coming to rest against my cheek.
Yi Yu: Why are you telling me all of this so suddenly? Are you leaving again?
His voice was so tender it was almost cruel.
That wasn't what I meant at all. I started to shake my head.
System
You have completed this dungeon. You will now be teleported back to your original world. Please prepare yourself.
...The case was only handed over today; why was the mission completing and the teleportation triggering so fast?
My attempt to shake my head froze midway. I didn't want to nod, either.
Yi Yu let out a soft, heavy sigh. He cupped the back of my head with his dry palm and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead.
Yi Yu: I’ll wait for you.
Yi Yu looked down at me, his gaze unwavering.
Yi Yu: No matter when you return, I’ll be here waiting.
The system’s prompts continued to chime incessantly.
I stood on my toes once more and gave him a fleeting kiss on the lips.
Me: Yi Yu, I really do have to go now. At least I got to spend this birthday with you.
Me: I made a cake for you. I hid it in your room, so remember to eat it when you get home.
Me: Let’s have a race, okay?
Yi Yu: A race? For what?
Me: You turn around and walk away, and I’ll walk in the opposite direction. Neither of us is allowed to look back.
Thinking of the eighteen-year-old Yi Yu, I couldn't bear the thought of him having to watch us part ways with his own eyes again.
Yi Yu gave a slow nod.
Yi Yu: Alright.
He turned around, leaving me with only the view of his tall, slender back.
I didn't waste any more time. I turned and walked away from him, my pace getting faster and faster.
But it was all a lie.
I couldn't help but look back. And the moment I did, I saw that Yi Yu was looking right back at me.
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[Yi Yu 2024 Birthday Event] Resplendent Years (锦瑟华年) Part 5 | Beyond the World 世界之外
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The movies of this era are nowhere near as captivating as the ones in the world I come from.
Even in a bustling metropolis like West City in the Western Continent, the recent releases are few and far between. I ended up picking a light comedy simply because the poster design looked decent.
The theater was nearly empty, with only a handful of people scattered about. I sat side by side with Yi Yu.
Right as the movie reached its funniest moment, the faint, thready sound of a woman crying drifted over from the front right.
Her voice was thin, like a needle, easily piercing through the lighthearted atmosphere and making the hair on my arms stand on end.
Me and Yi Yu exchanged a quick glance.
Me: I don't want to watch this anymore. Can we go?
I whispered softly into his ear.
Yi Yu gave a slight nod.
Yi Yu: Alright.
He picked up my bag, and we slipped out of the theater early.
Yi Yu: Let’s go.
The streets weren't very crowded, but a little flower girl in tattered clothes spotted us and came running over immediately.
She gestured to the fresh flowers in her hands and looked up at Yi Yu.
Little Girl: Buy some flowers, Gege? For the lady.
Then she turned her gaze toward me.
Little Girl: Beautiful Jiejie, please buy a bouquet.
Who doesn't like being called beautiful? I tilted my head back and shot a playful, expectant smile at Yi Yu.
Yi Yu understood exactly what I was thinking. He paid the girl and plucked the loveliest stem from her basket to give to me.
After returning home, I dug out the vase I’d used the last time I was here. I trimmed the leaves and stems before placing the flower inside and setting it on the coffee table.
That single bloom brought so much life into the house.
Me: I wonder how many days this one will last.
Yi Yu: It hasn’t been raining lately and the sun is out, so it might stay fresh for a while.
Me: I hope it does.
Over the next few days, I checked on it every morning and evening. Perhaps it really was the sunlight, but it didn't show the slightest sign of wilting.
Officer Zhou finally called me again to give me an update on the case.
After a thorough investigation, he confirmed that He Qian’s ex-boyfriend, Liu Haitao, never actually got his hands on the money she had taken.
It turns out the cemetery where He Qian’s mother is buried isn't far from the dense forest where Chen Dewen’s body was found. The owner of a nearby funeral parlor mentioned that He Qian had visited the gravesite on the day Chen Dewen died.
These findings only suggest that He Qian might be linked to Chen Dewen’s death; they don't explain where the stolen funds ended up.
Officer Zhou: Don't worry, though. We’re going to keep digging into this.
Me: I appreciate it.
Me: If there’s anything you need from me, just let me know. I’ll do whatever I can to help.
This wasn't just a professional obligation anymore—it was my mission, and I had to take it seriously.
Another few days passed before I took the initiative to head to the police station and ask Officer Zhou about the progress of the case.
Officer Zhou looked at me with a completely blank expression.
Officer Zhou: Investigate what? Chen Dewen is dead?
The shock and confusion written across his face didn't seem faked.
I froze. Had Officer Zhou lost his memory again?
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Was it possible that his memories were being wiped?
My mind began to race, cataloging all the other bizarre occurrences.
There was He Qian’s mother, who had attacked me in that house despite being dead; the waiter in the restaurant who seemed to teleport; the mysterious faces that appeared out of nowhere in the shop windows.
Then there was the woman who burst into tears without warning during a comedy, and the sound of footsteps constantly trailing behind me.
People don't just lose their memories for no reason—especially not twice. The dead don't come back to life. And a face shouldn't appear in a window when you’re the only person on the street.
If it were just one strange event, I could write it off as a fluke.
But with everything happening at once, my experience with so many other game worlds told me there was only one explanation: this world itself was abnormal.
Something was fundamentally wrong with this reality.
And maybe that was exactly why I could never find the missing funds.
I gave Officer Zhou a brief summary of what had happened. He immediately set his men to work and saw me out of the station.
But now that I realized this world was broken, I no longer held out any hope that he would actually solve the case.
The streets were nearly deserted on this weekday afternoon.
After leaving the station, I walked along, lost in thought about what my next move should be.
On the quiet street, I could hear the rhythm of my own footsteps, but as I listened closer, that familiar sound—those extra footsteps trailing behind me—returned.
I spun around instantly, alert, but the empty street offered nothing but silence.
Sensing a growing threat, I quickened my pace. The footsteps behind me seemed to accelerate in sync.
Yet every time I turned back, there was nothing there, and the sound would abruptly cut off.
I kept walking forward while quietly summoning my Silhouette.
With the power of my Silhouette backing me up, I was ready.
If some assailant planned to rush me, I could use the encounter to my advantage, using them as a lead to uncover exactly where this world had gone wrong.
Suddenly, the low grass by my feet rustled, and a white blur darted out. The footsteps behind me vanished instantly.
I scanned my surroundings and realized I’d somehow wandered back to the park I visited with Yi Yu last time.
Back then, a white cat had scurried past my feet in the exact same way.
I suppose the little thing still enjoys darting around.
Actually, being in the park isn't so bad.
There aren't many people here, which makes it easier for me to spot anyone—or anything—acting out of the ordinary and find the source of those footsteps.
I took another look around and headed toward the center of the park, where the view was more open and comprehensive.
A flock of plump pigeons was cooing nearby. As I approached, several of them took flight with a frantic flutter of wings.
My gaze swept across the area and met the eyes of a pigeon feed vendor standing to the side.
It was the same woman I’d seen the last two times. She flashed me a smile.
Vendor: Would the two of you like to feed the pigeons? I have a great discount today.
Me: The two of us?
I looked around. I was standing there completely alone...
Her words sent a chill down my spine. Could she see some kind of anomaly that I couldn't?
The vendor stared at me blankly for a moment before suddenly switching back to a dynamic, apologetic smile.
Vendor: Oh, I’m so sorry. My mistake. Would you like to feed the pigeons?
She’s so strange... but now that I know this world is broken, these oddities don't even surprise me anymore.
I gave a small nod.
Me: Sure. I’ll take a bag.
The vendor handed me a packet of seed.
Habitually, I checked the date on the label. It was perfectly fresh—stamped with today's date.
I stood there feeding the birds while keeping a close eye on the environment.
I thought I saw a dark, shadowy mass huddled under a tree, but when I focused my eyes, the shape was gone.
A moment later, more people began to gather.
A woman in a black top and a red skirt came to stand beside me.
She fumbled with her feed, spilling it all over the ground, and let out a startled cry.
Suddenly, I felt a wave of vertigo wash over me.
Why does it feel like everything happening in this park today is an exact replay of what I experienced back on November 27th?
The white cat darting out, the vendor asking what "the two of you" wanted, the woman in the red skirt spilling her birdseed...
Could this all really be a coincidence? Or is my memory becoming a jumbled mess?
Nothing in front of me felt real anymore.
In the distance, a bell began to toll. It was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon.
The sound of the bell seemed to clear the fog in my mind, but the realization that followed made me shiver with dread.
No, this isn't a coincidence, and my memory isn't failing me.
It’s them.
I finally understand what’s wrong with this world—these people are like system characters on a timed refresh.
Every day at 3:00 PM in this park, a cat will run wild, someone will sell birdseed, and someone else will come to feed the pigeons.
The idea was absurd, yet it explained every single bizarre encounter I’d had.
The person who attacked me at He Qian’s house and then vanished; the intern, Chen Dandan, whom I clearly remember but everyone insists never existed; Officer Zhou, who occasionally forgets the details of the case...
Even Liang Pingsheng seemed off.
He was so desperate to please the person backing me, even promising to send two extra hands to help, but I never saw a single person show up.
Some of them repeat the same actions on a loop, some have their memories reset, and others simply disappear periodically.
This world is like one giant movie where everyone is just an actor playing a scripted role. Everyone except me.
So, where am I? Why did I end up in this twisted reality, and what about Yi Yu...
Why is he here? Is he in danger?
The thought of Yi Yu helped me regain some of my composure.
I need to test my theory first.
I racked my brain, trying to remember every strange person and event from the past few days—
The restaurant where the waiter could teleport and the movie theater where someone was crying.
The last time I visited those places, it was around 8:00 PM.
I couldn't hear the footsteps behind me anymore, but I couldn't tell if it was just psychological—I felt like eyes were watching me from the shadows.
If someone really is still stalking me, going home now might put Yi Yu in danger.
I have to verify the theater and the restaurant first.
But if I act on my own, Yi Yu will definitely worry about my safety. I need to find a way to let him know I’m okay.
With that thought, a phrase popped into my head: When in trouble, find a policeman.
I walked quickly back to the station.
Fortunately, the "current" Officer Zhou still recognized me and immediately asked what had happened.
Me: It felt like someone was following me on the street, so I came inside to lay low for a bit.
I gave him a simplified version of the truth.
Officer Zhou: Should I have someone escort you home then?
Me: No, thank you. I still have some things I need to investigate.
Officer Zhou: How about I send an officer along with you? I'm worried about your safety.
Having an officer accompany me would actually be perfect. After all, he’s a cop—he’s armed.
Me: That would be great. Thank you, Officer Zhou.
Me: Also, could you help me make a call? I want to let my family know I'm safe.
I scribbled Yi Yu's number onto a piece of paper and handed it to Officer Zhou.
Officer Zhou didn't suspect a thing and gave me a simple nod.
I stayed at the station until nearly eight o'clock before heading to the restaurant with Officer Liu, the escort Officer Zhou had assigned to me.
Even though I didn't have a reservation, I was led to the exact same window seat where I’d sat with Yi Yu last time.
I ordered the same dishes I remembered and kept a close watch on the waiter.
Sure enough, he began to teleport, instantly reappearing at tables far across the room.
Next, we had headed to the movie theater. The person at the ticket counter was the same one from before, and the timestamp on the handwritten ticket was dated today.
I took my ticket and walked inside.
The same woman was sitting in front of me. Just as the movie reached its climax, she began to sob and whimper once again.
...Everything confirmed my suspicions. These people were completely illogical, existing only as entities that appeared at set times.
But why was I here? Was this world an artificial construct? Or had I entered an entirely new game stage?
I forced myself to think calmly.
When the mission was first issued, there was no mention of any supernatural factors being involved in this stage.
I was leaning toward the theory that I had indeed returned to West City, but for some reason, I had slipped into this "abnormal" version of the world.
And this broken reality most likely had something to do with He Qian.
I realized that whenever there was any progress in the case, that progress was quickly erased.
During my first visit to He Qian’s house, I was attacked by someone I’d been told was already dead.
After finding Chen Dewen’s body, I started being followed, and Officer Zhou lost his memory for the first time.
Once I discovered that Chen Dewen’s death might be linked to He Qian, I was stalked again, and Officer Zhou lost his memory a second time.
If these events had happened back-to-back, it would have been impossible not to notice the pattern. However, the investigation into Liu Haitao had gone so smoothly that it caused me to overlook these red flags.
I suddenly felt as if this world were being manipulated by an invisible hand—one that was constantly mending the rules and guiding me along a specific path.
...
Leaving the theater, I walked toward home, mulling over how all these pieces fit together.
Officer Liu followed closely behind me, his hand resting on his holster, staying alert for any sign of trouble.
A sudden beam of light cut through the darkness from behind, illuminating a wide stretch of the ground in front of me.
Officer Liu: Who’s there?
The person who answered spoke in a calm, steady voice, devoid of any tension.
Yi Yu: Y/N.
It wasn't until Yi Yu's voice echoed behind me that I turned around, the realization finally hitting me.
His car's high beams were on, illuminating a long stretch of the road ahead.
When I looked back, I saw him standing a short distance away, bathed in the glow of the lights, watching me with a gentle expression.
I couldn't help but let a small smile tug at the corners of my mouth.
Me: Yi Yu.
I softly called his name, and he began walking toward me with his long strides. He came to a stop right in front of me and opened his arms, pulling me into a firm embrace.
Held in his arms, I finally started to regain a sense of reality in this world.
His body heat, his breathing—all of it was real.
Officer Liu, realizing the newcomer was someone I knew, relaxed his guard and said his goodbyes.
Officer Liu: Miss Y/N, since your family is here to pick you up, I’ll head out now.
Only then did I remember Officer Liu was still there. I tried to pull away from Yi Yu's chest, but he only held me tighter.
I had no choice but to speak to the officer while still wrapped in the embrace.
Me: Alright. Thank you for your help.
Relieved of his duty, Officer Liu walked away quickly with a light step.
Yi Yu and I were the only ones left on the street. He held me close, still refusing to let go.
I patted his back gently.
Me: We’ve only been apart for a day. Why are you holding me so tight?
Yi Yu ignored the question.
Yi Yu: Who was that man?
Me: Just someone from the station.
Me: Alright, alright. Next time I find a lead, I’ll definitely let you come along for the investigation, okay?
Yi Yu gave a faint hum of agreement. He finally released his hold on my body, but immediately reached out to take my hand in his.
Yi Yu: It’s so cold out. I was still worried about you even after I got the call from Officer Zhou.
The tenderness in his voice was real, too.
Me: It is a bit chilly.
I huddled closer to his side.
Me: But my head is a bit of a mess right now. I want to walk around outside for a while longer.
Yi Yu lowered his eyes for a moment before flashing me a quick smile.
Yi Yu: Okay.
Yi Yu: Let’s get in the car first. Wherever you want to go, I’ll take you there.
I gave a nod.
Me: Let’s just drive around. Just keep going straight down this street.
Yi Yu pursed his lips slightly before nodding.
Yi Yu: Alright.
As the car left the main city center, the road suddenly opened up. The straight highway stretched ahead, flanked by rows of neatly arranged houses.
Yi Yu was driving at a decent speed, but he still found moments to steal glances at me.
Yi Yu: What are you thinking about? You look quite troubled.
Yi Yu: Is the case not going well?
Me: It’s... not great.
Yi Yu: Don't stress over it too much. If you can't finish the work, I’ll just take care of you.
I knew Yi Yu certainly had the means to do so, but this wasn't just about my job...
A world that seemed to be populated by system characters, a police officer whose memory reset at a moment's notice, a human who attacked me for no reason.
At this point, my curiosity about this world outweighed my interest in the case itself.
It suddenly occurred to me that if my theory was correct—that Yi Yu was a "normal" person in this world just like me—then he should have noticed these abnormalities too.
Me: Yi Yu, have you noticed anything strange about this world?
Yi Yu fell silent for a few seconds.
Yi Yu: Like what?
Had he really not noticed anything at all?
Me: When I went to the park today, that white cat darted out again. And the vendor spoke to me as if there were two of us.
Me: Plus that woman in the red skirt we saw when we went to feed the pigeons a while back—she knocked over her birdseed again today.
Yi Yu nodded slowly.
Yi Yu: That does seem a bit off.
He was simply agreeing with whatever I said.
Me: Actually, I should have realized all of this sooner, but since we’ve been together, we’ve almost never visited the same place at the same time twice.
As I said it, a sudden clarity washed over me.
In fact, there had been something strange the very first time I went to feed the pigeons.
The date on the birdseed was still stuck on the previous day.
But the second time we went, the date had been corrected, so I didn't suspect anything was wrong with the timeline.
Then there was the issue with Officer Zhou’s memory resetting periodically. If that had kept happening consecutively, I would have suspected that the world’s instability was linked to He Qian.
But the investigation into Liu Haitao had proceeded without any memory resets, which threw off my judgment.
The second trip to the park had been Yi Yu's idea. The suggestion to investigate Liu Haitao had also come from him.
Every single event that had influenced my judgment had been orchestrated by Yi Yu.
I had suspected that an invisible hand was working in the shadows to patch the holes in this world and guide me toward what "it" wanted me to see.
Could that hand... belong to Yi Yu?
My heart suddenly skipped a beat.
It wasn't impossible.
With Yi Yu's resources, he could easily alter anything with a date on it—birdseed labels, movie tickets—to create the illusion that time was moving normally.
Yi Yu was also an investor in the bank where I worked. He could have assigned different "tasks" to the system characters in the bank every day, ensuring everyone appeared to be doing something different.
He could have made me believe that these people were normal, and that my environment was stable.
Still, I suspected there were some system characters who refreshed randomly and fell outside of his control—like the woman in the red skirt.
He couldn't stop her from appearing, so he managed my movements, doing his best to ensure I never visited the same place at the same time.
Knowing Officer Zhou’s memory would reset, he had me investigate Liu Haitao to distract me.
But if it was Yi Yu... why would he do all of this?
I struggled to suppress the rising dread and shock within me as I turned my head to look at him.
Yi Yu reached over and stroked my hair, the smile on his face exceptionally gentle.
Yi Yu: If you feel like something is wrong, I’ll help you look into it.
Yi Yu: I’ll take you out tomorrow, and then I’ll cook a few of your favorite dishes so you can relax.
I heard my own voice, cold and steady—
Me: Yi Yu, pull over.
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Part 6
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Darius Vogel: Chapter 14 Premium Story (A Twisted and Mismatched Love)
Chapter 14
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I was pinned to the bed with his hand still clamped around my throat.
Darius straddled me, his expression ice-cold even as his eyes remained wide and fixed on mine.
Darius: You’re right. I should have killed you a long time ago.
Darius: I only kept you close because I thought I could use you to bring William into the family.
Darius: Once the Liberators of the Night failed, I should have just killed you and the robin both.
He tightened his grip on my throat, and I could hear a faint, straining sound.
Kate: Ngh......
The air was cut off, and the suffocating pressure made me grab at Darius’s hand in a desperate struggle.
Kate: What point... is there in killing me here...!?
Darius: It’s enough that this incomprehensible rage of mine will finally disappear.
Darius: And one more person who dares to lecture me will vanish from this world.
Darius: One more worthless, inferior being.
I had no intention of being killed in silence, nor was I going to back down. I grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him toward me.
Kate: I know you don't want my sympathy, but... I am truly sorry for what happened in your past.
Kate: But isn't the fact that you can't trust a single soul... partly your own fault too!?
Darius: ......What is that supposed to mean?
Kate: You’re doing the exact same thing as the people who hurt you.
Kate: You won't even try to build an equal relationship. You just unilaterally decide on a hierarchy and demand total control.
Kate: You’re the one who has moved... the furthest away from trust!
The grip on my throat loosened for a split second. Sensing the opening, I pushed my body up to break free from his restraint.
I wanted to shove him away right then and there—but I couldn't.
(Because if he were actually serious, I would have been dead long ago.)
Whether I was a pet or something else, there had to be something between us that went beyond mere utility.
That’s why I was certain he wouldn't truly kill me.
—Because I believe in him.
Darius: ......Shut up.
Kate: !?
He bit my lip hard, pinning me back down onto the bed once more.
Darius: You’re a pet. Nothing more, and nothing less.
The sharp pain in my lip had barely registered before he was kissing me over and over, stealing my breath away.
Kate: Ha... Dari... us!!
He pinned both of my arms together above my head, and a second later, he began to tear through my blouse.
Darius: Maybe experiencing a little more humiliation will finally make an idiot like you understand.
He tore through my blouse with a sharp, rhythmic ripping sound, stripping away even the corset I wore beneath. Releasing my lips, he pressed his mouth against my exposed skin, sucking firmly.
Kate: No, Darius...... ngh.
A sweet ache flared as he left a trail of red marks blooming across my body.
As a soft moan escaped me, he noticed the tips of my breasts starting to harden and let out a derisive snort.
Darius: ......A pitiful creature, aren't you? Getting turned on even while being attacked.
Kate: That’s not—nnh!
He raked his nails over the tips, rubbing and pressing them until a sweet, jolting sensation surged through my entire being.
Darius didn't miss the way I subconsciously rubbed my thighs together.
Darius: You’re an utterly hopeless slut. Truly, it makes me sick.
The fingers that had been toying with my chest slid down between my legs.
The moment he touched my damp underwear, I felt a rush of heat center in my face from pure shame.
Darius: This is why inferior species are so pathetic.
Darius: You get worked up after being toyed with for just a moment, mindlessly begging for more.
Kate: Nnh!
His fingers slipped past the edge of my shifted underwear, burying themselves deep within my wet heat.
Darius: Just thinking about the world being overrun with creatures like you makes my skin crawl.
As I tightened around the chill of his long, bony fingers, he began to stir inside me with a rough, clinical movement.
Kate: No...... wait, Darius!
My pleas fell on deaf ears. My body betrayed me, crying out in pleasure as it became more and more saturated by the sensations he provided.
Kate: Nngh—!
The moment three of his fingers pressed firmly against my most sensitive spot, I came undone all too easily.
I was left disheveled and come-stained, my senses a mess.
Even though my mouth was telling him to stop, I couldn't bring myself to truly push him away.
In fact, as I felt his heat—so different from my own—despite the situation, I—
(......Ah, I see.)
In that instant, an answer finally crystallized in my mind.
I couldn't leave him alone. I wanted to know him. I truly, deeply wanted him to believe in me.
No matter how much he treated me like a pet or just patted my head, I never truly hated it.
The reason I couldn't push him away even after he treated me so poorly was—
(Because I’m attracted to him.)
I felt his heat press against my thighs. Seeing that I wasn't resisting, Darius spat his words out in exasperation.
Darius: Have you given up on resisting? Or did you just lose to your own lust?
Kate: ......No, that’s not it.
Darius: Then what? Don't tell me some boring joke like you've gone and fallen in love with me.
Instead of an answer, a single tear rolled down from the corner of my eye. When he saw it, he knit his brows in a deep scowl.
Darius: Why are you crying? Is this your plan to escape? Trying to lie your way out of this with a sob story?
Kate: That’s... not it.
Darius: Then what is it? I don't understand you at all.
Kate: It’s because what you said... was right. Because I realized... that I love you.
I stared up at Darius through my blurred vision.
Kate: It’s stupid to realize it in a situation like this, but... I don't hate you touching me.
Kate: In fact, I find myself wanting to accept it...
The furrow in his brow deepened even further. But I couldn't stop myself.
Kate: But even if I were to accept you now... you wouldn't believe in these feelings anyway.
Not knowing what I wanted to do or even what I should do, the tears just kept flowing.
I didn't want to be intimate with the person I loved without any feelings between us. When I bit my lip and looked at him... Darius released my arms.
Darius: ......Forget it.
He pulled away from me, fastened his belt, and got off the bed.
Then, he tossed his coat over me to hide my body.
Darius: I don't understand you.
He walked out without looking back, leaving me all alone.
A quiet sorrow washed over me and the tears continued to fall, yet even then, my feelings for him wouldn't fade...
The bed, now missing the warmth of another person, felt terribly cold.
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Chapter 15
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Both Endings Epilogue
Both Endings + MAX Affinity Epilogue
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Yasuchika: This place won't hold much longer. I expected as much from the very beginning.
Yoshino: Eh......?
Yasuchika: I’ll at least "connect" us to a location where we hold the advantage.
(Connect? What does he mean by that?)
He pulled me close with one hand, and the sudden proximity made me catch my breath.
Yasuchika: Don't leave my side.
In that instant—
(Wah!)
The space around us shook more violently than ever, and a sharp ringing echoed in my ears.
The world around us began to shimmer and warp like a scene from a dream, shifting its very form......
Yoshino: Where are we?!
Yasuchika: We should be back in the living world, but the boundary is currently blurred and bleeding through.
Yasuchika: We’d better defeat Suzaku and patch this up as soon as possible.
(The living world...?)
Following his lead, I looked around and saw soldiers running about in the distance.
Yoshino: Yasuchika-san, look over there! It looks like they're evacuating the townspeople.
Yasuchika: Then we absolutely have to stop it here.
Up on the cliff, Suzaku circled in the sky, its eyes fixed on me like I was its chosen prey.
(Ah, but... that's right.)
Yoshino: If I stay here, I can at least keep Suzaku from heading toward everyone else for a while.
Yasuchika: It’s so like you to prioritize everyone but yourself in a situation like this.
Yasuchika: But I have no intention of letting another single scratch befall you.
(Why...... would you go that far for me?)
Flaming streaks of red and black began to rain down one after another in a chaotic frenzy.
Yoshino: There are so many of them......!
Yasuchika: I won't let a single one fall.
A silver power cut through the wind, cloaked in light.
Slicing through the air, the light rode the momentum and launched itself toward the sky.
Yasuchika: I will not let this town be destroyed.
Tracing complex patterns, the light spread out into a web, enveloping every last flame.
Yasuchika: "......Begone."
The flames trapped in the radiant net slowly lost their vigor and began to fade.
(Amazing!)
But when I looked up, Yasuchika-san's profile was deathly pale.
(He’s incredibly strong, but...... he’s pushing himself way past his limit.)
In the split second that Yasuchika-san paused to catch his breath, the sound of powerful wings beating filled the air.
Suzaku: —......!
Yoshino: ......! Watch out!
Suzaku dove, its massive talons and beak closing in on us.
Yasuchika: Hmph......
......Yet, Yasuchika-san didn't move so much as a single hair to avoid the attack.
At the same time, sharp claws dug deep into Yasuchika-san's shoulder.
Yoshino: Yasuchika-san!
Yasuchika: I’m... fine.
Even as he spoke, Yasuchika-san was gripping Suzaku's leg with a firm hold.
Yasuchika: I suppose this really is the only way I know how to do things.
Fresh blood quickly began to soak into his clothes.
Yasuchika: "—One wound, shared. The pain, doubled."
Suzaku gave in to its fury, digging its claws even deeper into Yasuchika-san.
Yoshino: Stop it!
But the scream that followed didn't come from Yasuchika-san—it came from Suzaku.
Suzaku: —! —
Yasuchika: I temporarily shared my pain through our matching wounds. It’s an application of spellcraft.
(But that means......)
Yasuchika-san's knuckles were white from clenching his hands so tightly, and his breathing was incredibly labored.
(It’s not like Yasuchika-san’s own pain has vanished.)
Suzaku staggered, its wings flapping weakly as it fell toward the mountain slope.
Yoshino: ......Yasuchika-san! You can't fight like that!
Yasuchika: ...Yoshino-san.
His eyes were clouded, perhaps hazing over from the intensity of the pain.
Yet the moment our eyes met, a faint smile played on his lips.
Yasuchika: I’m going to make sure you get home safely.
(What are you saying......!)
Yoshino: You won't make it back safely yourself at this rate!
Yoshino: You don't have to protect me anymore...... Please, just think about yourself!
Yasuchika: I can't do that. Your life is worth more than mine.
(Why?)
The words caught in my throat, and my voice wavered with rising emotion.
Yoshino: ......Is there a reason you’d go this far for my sake?
Yasuchika: I want you to stay unable to remember. It’s better that way.
(Eh......)
I gasped at how easily he answered.
Suzaku took flight again, scattering feathers as it charged toward us.
(Any more than this and......!)
Yasuchika: —Yes. I suppose the time is right.
My blood ran cold at the sight of his unnervingly calm expression.
Yasuchika: For me, the Capital—where I maintain a barrier with my own spiritual power—is the place where I am at my strongest.
Yasuchika: But even so, if I’m facing a higher being that I can't counter...... a fitting price must be paid.
Yoshino: Yasuchika-san......?
Yasuchika: Ashiya Doman defiled Suzaku at the cost of his life.
Yasuchika: Since I’ve defeated Doman—I can surely offer something even greater......
(I have a terrible feeling about this.)
Yasuchika: "......Come to me. This is the request of a lifetime."
(Ah......!)
The blood Yasuchika-san had shed spread rapidly, forming a circle as it transformed into characters.
—From the center, the earth cracked open, and a pillar of light erupted.
Yasuchika: "Seiryu, Byakko, Genbu—hear my plea and lend me your strength!"
(It’s so bright—)
Blinded by the light, Suzaku crashed right beside us, letting out a mournful cry.
???: Descendant of the Abe clan... what is it you desire?
A roar thundered from beyond the brilliant white light, followed by a mysterious voice echoing directly into my mind.
Yasuchika: I am well aware of the sacrilege of a mere mortal summoning you.
(What is he planning to say...!)
Yasuchika: I offer a trade. I will give you everything I am.
Yasuchika: In exchange, save this town... this country... and this pitiful Suzaku.
Yasuchika: And most of all... save the person most dear to me.
(Everything? What does he mean by everything?!)
Yoshino: Yasuchika-san! What are you saying?!
I shook my head frantically, screaming to drown out his words—
Yasuchika: ......
???: It is granted.
Yasuchika: ......Thank goodness.
Yasuchika-san gave a relieved smile and, without a moment's hesitation, slid his blade across his own stomach.
Yoshino: Stop...!
I rushed to his side, grabbing the hilt of the sword to keep it from moving any further.
(There’s so much blood already......)
Yasuchika: I’m sorry.
Yasuchika: It...... won't be long now.
Yasuchika: Close your eyes...... Think of something happy... and just wait for me.
Yoshino: ......What exactly was the relationship between us?
Yasuchika: ......We were just enemies.
Yasuchika: Ah...... that’s right.
Yasuchika-san slowly reached into his clothes, pulled something out, and touched my wrist.
Yoshino: Ah, this is...!
The purple braided cord I thought I had lost was being wrapped around my arm.
Yasuchika: This is yours, isn't it? I found it along the way...... so I’m giving it back.
Yasuchika: It’s your lucky charm, after all....... I see you still had it.
Yoshino: ......!
An unidentifiable surge of intense emotion welled up from my chest, burning beneath my skin.
Yoshino: That "just enemies" thing is an absolute lie!
Yoshino: Please, tell me! Why does my heart ache so much whenever you’re hurt?
Yoshino: Why am I...... why am I crying?
He reached out a trembling finger with hesitation.
He wiped the corners of my eyes as if touching something fragile, then let out a sigh of relief.
Yasuchika: I...... I did nothing but make you cry.
Yasuchika: I hurt you, and hurt you...... and I took everything away.
Yasuchika-san’s body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.
Yasuchika: Ugh......
Yoshino: Don't speak anymore!
Yasuchika: ......Haha.
After a ragged breath, Yasuchika-san actually let out a laugh.
Yoshino: Why are you laughing......?
Yasuchika: I don't know. I wonder why.
Yasuchika: Ah...... I see...... It’s because I’m happy I can protect you.
Yasuchika: I’m such a fool. I barely knew how to do anything but cause pain...... yet this is what I wanted to do all along.
Yoshino: You...!
Grief, anger, and a trembling emotion far greater than either surged forth, swallowing me whole.
(......I remember.)
(My body remembers.)
Yoshino: —I remember.
(My soul remembers!)
Countless bubbles of warm, nostalgic memories suddenly burst inside of me all at once.
Yasuchika: Yoshino-san......?
Yoshino: Answer me! The power of the fox-possessed!
Yasuchika: ......!
—Silver hair shimmered at the edge of my vision.
Yasuchika: It can't be......
Without hesitation, I reached out and touched the scorched wing of Suzaku as it writhed in agony beside us.
Yoshino: Please.
Strangely, I felt no fear.
I accepted the rising golden mist as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
(......It’s so warm.)
Suzaku: —! ....?
The dark, murky staining on the feathers slowly began to return to their original vermilion hue.
(If I can just keep drawing out the curse......!)
I cried out to the beings beyond the light—Seiryu, Byakko, and Genbu—with a plea that felt like it would tear my throat.
Yoshino: ......Please! Cancel the trade!
Yoshino: I’ll restore Suzaku-sama myself...... so please, save Yasuchika-san!
The sheer terror of calling out to such transcendent beings weighed heavily on my entire body.
My legs were shaking uncontrollably before I even realized it.
???: Why is it that you wish for this?
The deep voice resonated through my head, making my skull vibrate.
I took a deep breath and forced out an answer.
Yoshino: This man...... as this country's Onmyoji, he has done nothing but throw himself away for the sake of others.
Yoshino: So please...... let me wish for him to never have to sacrifice anything ever again.
Yasuchika: Yoshino-san...... did you regain your memories?
Yoshino: I told you, didn't I? I promised I’d remember you.
I gave Yasuchika-san a slow, firm nod.
Yasuchika: That’s impossible...... even I couldn't break that spell myself.
???: Onmyoji, has your own desire changed?
Yasuchika: I......
Our gazes met for a fleeting, heated moment.
Yasuchika: ......Drawing out all the cursed energy from Suzaku using a supernatural ability is more than a human vessel can endure.
Yoshino: But......!
Yasuchika: That’s why I will support her, to ensure she doesn't break. Grant me the power to do that.
???: The price.
Yasuchika: For as long as I live, I will protect this country. Along with the Capital and the Four Symbols that dwell within it.
(Yasuchika-san......)
???: .........
???: It is granted.
???: Your talent and your heart have proven worthy of a Guardian.
???: We have witnessed your resolve, our contractor. Declare your name here and now.
Yasuchika: ......!
Blood still trickled from his wounds, but Yasuchika-san lifted his head with iron resolve.
Yasuchika: I am the Onmyoji, Abe no Yasuchika—the man who shall become the Guardian of this land.
A brilliant white light expanded, enveloping Yasuchika-san completely.
???: By the covenant—command the Four Symbols and purify all.
Yasuchika: —Consider it done.
(What on earth is—)
The light grew so intense that I could no longer see anything in front of me.
Eventually......
Yasuchika: ......Sorry to keep you waiting, Yoshino-san.
The light vanished, and with it, the oppressive presence I had felt just moments before was gone.
Yoshino: ......! Yasuchika-san, your face and your eyes...
Yasuchika: It seems that when the three spirit beasts entered my body, they purified everything.
Yasuchika: Even my injuries are completely healed, almost as an afterthought...... What is even happening?
Yoshino: They entered your body......?
Yasuchika: ......Simply put, they’ve become my shikigami. Since there’s a covenant in place, I expect the same will happen to Suzaku once we’ve purified it.
(No way!?)
Yoshino: Isn't that...... a monumental achievement?
Yasuchika: Yes. And there are plenty of other things I want to discuss, but...
Yasuchika: For now, let’s focus on restoring Suzaku to its original self together.
(Right. I want to take away its suffering as quickly as possible.)
Yoshino: What should I do?
Yasuchika-san pulled me close, his gaze intense and serious.
Yasuchika: Let’s use Onmyodo to fuse your fox spirit power with the purification strength I’ve borrowed.
Yasuchika: It’s the first time I’ve ever attempted this, of course... but I promise I’ll make it work.
(If Yasuchika-san says so, I have no reason to hesitate.)
Yoshino: —I understand.
Yasuchika: Just relax.
Yasuchika: Entrust everything to me. Your breath, your warmth...... even the beating of your heart.
Yasuchika: We have to make our souls take the same shape.
—Strangely, my heart already knows exactly what that means.
Yasuchika-san cupped my face with both hands.
Yasuchika: I love you. So much that I find I’m incapable of killing you.
Yoshino: I love you. So much that I could never truly forget you.
We spoke our feelings aloud, melting our hearts into one to synchronize the frequency of our souls.
Yasuchika: Ahhh, I give up. I’ve lost. I never realized that love could actually be its own kind of curse.
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