Is this the world of adults? Even in this complicated situation, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't help but wonder.

Oh no, he is an adult too.

Thinking of this, the Godfather's expression became even stranger.

He looked to both sides. Even though he had managed to interrupt the fight, the current situation didn't seem like a situation where both parties could sit down at a table and have a conversation quietly.

Randou, whose lower body was frozen, was not far in front of him, and on the other side were Dazai Osamu and Nakahara Chuuya. The two young boys stuck close to each other, as if they were supporting each other, which was a rare sight.

Seeing that they didn't suffer any fatal injuries and their relationship seemed to have improved (which it hadn't), Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression softened for a moment.

Then he looked at Lan Tang. Because of his height, he had to look up to reach the black-haired young man's green eyes.

A round cat paw-shaped object rolled out from the man's robe. Sawada Tsunayoshi took a closer look and found that it was none other than the hand warmer he had once brought to the other person.

He raised his eyes. Lan Tang did not bend down to pick it up, because the man's body below the knees was already covered with white solid ice.

However, both Sawada Tsunayoshi and everyone else present knew that if Randou intended to resist, he would still have a chance to escape before the ice formed.

Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated for a moment.

He leaned over and picked up the rolling hand warmer. He squeezed it and could still feel the heat. After thinking for a moment, he stuffed it into his bag.

"I thought maybe you didn't need this."

The brown-haired godfather said, "Are you still afraid of the cold, Mr. Lantang?"

The other person lowered his eyes as he spoke. It was probably not an illusion, because there was no hostile scrutiny in those green eyes, but a gentle smile dotted with stars.

"Probably not." The black-haired young man blinked slowly, "But, if possible, I still hope you can return the cat paw to me."

He narrowed his eyes, and he looked like the moon in the dark night, emitting a soft glow.

"I like it very much." The man lowered his eyes and said slowly.

Although he was the one who was restrained, the man, who had recovered a lot of his memory, still seemed at ease, which made Sawada Tsunayoshi recall more than once the mysterious profile of Verlaine stained by the flames by the campfire.

[“Friends… Rimbaud is such a strong man.”]

Even the Nordic gods had to acknowledge the power of the guide who brought them out of the shadows.

Obviously, even if they were relatives and friends, asking him to admit the strength of another man in front of his brother still touched Verlaine's bottom line, so after just a few short sentences, the man changed the subject.

[“Although it’s not necessary now, I still have to ask you this.”] At the end of the topic, the light blond man couldn’t help but say with a straight face, [“If you meet him, don’t make an enemy of him.”]

Don't make an enemy of them.

——This is the advice given by Verlaine, his brother, to Tsukiki Sawada.

Although it seems that Lan Tang is in the weak position now.

But whether this was because the opponent's strength was greatly reduced after being injured, or he had already made up his mind to die, no one else knew except himself.

After thinking about why Lan Tang and the others had to fight to the death, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but withdraw his hand.

"If you want it, how about you come and get it yourself?" He hesitated and said, "You can come out."

These words were not spoken in a questioning tone.

If it were someone else, Sawada Tsunayoshi would be more than 80% sure that he could restrain the other person.

But this man is Rimbaud, Arthur Rimbaud, who was once as famous as Verlaine.

Apart from anything else, those small golden cubes and the "colorful collection" that can open up a separate subspace can separate a space between the zero-point breakthrough of death and Rimbaud himself, providing a space for the man to escape.

But Randou just smiled and looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi as if he were an older brother looking at an immature child.

"By the way, the poetry collection you gave me," he changed the subject, thinking of those words that were so familiar from the depths of his soul, he couldn't help but smile a little, "I like it too."

He pinched his chin, looking a little worried: "But if I die here, I probably won't be able to finish watching it... Can you please bake one for me?"

This is a custom he learned after coming to Japan.

Lan Tang thought of the familiar unruly soul outlined by the romantic verses in the black poetry collection. Although he had been betrayed by his closest relatives and friends, he still softened his gaze, with a hint of nostalgia and regret in his eyes.

Wait wait wait, how come we are almost at the stage of burning paper!

Sawada Tsunayoshi pressed his forehead and glanced at Dazai and Chuuya who were walking towards him tentatively like two curious cats. He waved his hand and called the two little ones over.

Dazai Cat, who was discovered, coughed, stood up, and walked behind Sawada Tsunayoshi with a step that showed he didn't care about his relatives.

"Is it someone you know?" He asked suspiciously, taking stock of how the two knew each other, and then overturned his guess, "No, if you knew Lan Tang before, you wouldn't have behaved like that when you first met him... Have you heard about Lan Tang from other people or learned about him?"

Nakahara Chuuya, who was limping over, also pricked up his ears and looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi nervously for some reason.

Although he did nothing, Sawada Tsunayoshi, who felt inexplicably guilty as the two boys were looking at him, touched his nose.

"That's about right." He said carelessly.

Dazai Osamu just said "Oh" and quickly dropped his shoulders.

"Do you want to save Lan Tang? It's very difficult." He yawned, apparently coming out of the fighting state.

The black-haired young man with iris eyes glanced at Lan Tang who was still smiling, and muttered something unpleasant in his heart, but when he met the serious gaze of the brown-haired young man, he couldn't help but pull his hair.

"Because Mr. Mori doesn't want Mr. Randou to continue living." He said nonchalantly, "Didn't I tell you? Killing the donkey after it has done its job, anyway, it's just this kind of thing... Wow, the dwarf over there seems to have a scary expression, so scary."

Without saying a word, he sneaked up behind Sawada Tsunayoshi, looking quite pitiful.

——If you ignore the way he was pulling at the clothes of Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was a little shorter than him, and making faces at Nakahara Chuuya.

Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but sigh, and casually rubbed the black-haired boy's head, and patted it gently.

“Don’t make Chuuya angry, Dazai.” After comforting one side, he looked over there, looking at Nakahara Chuuya with ochre hair and blue eyes. Although the other party returned to his usual expression the moment he looked over, Sawada Tsunayoshi could still feel the other party’s struggle and hesitation.

Unlike Dazai, who was determined to get to the bottom of the previous incident, Nakahara Chuuya was investigating this matter initially just to find out his own existence.

Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his eyes.

In fact, he should have told this to Nakahara Chuuya a long time ago.

However, neither as a test subject nor as Sawada Tsunayoshi himself, this matter felt real.

Unlike Verlaine and Nakahara Chuuya, although Sawada Tsunayoshi knew from the beginning that he was a "test subject", he also had no real sense of belonging to this identity from the beginning.

Because he also knows very well that he is not a "test subject" but "Sawada Tsunayoshi".

Therefore, the ochre-haired boy's doubts about his own existence and his desire to pursue his own dreams were ignored.

This was his failure in his duty as a "brother" and "tutor".

At this moment, looking at the unwilling and confused eyes of the ochre-haired boy, Sawada Tsunayoshi was rarely in a state of confusion.

What should we do in this situation?

He couldn't help but turn around.

But there is no turning back.

Even if I go back in time, that person wouldn't be in this place.

So Sawada Tsunayoshi closed his eyes and exhaled softly, feeling as if he had returned to the past and turned into the young boy he once was.

"I'm sorry, this is my fault." Godfather said, "I think we can have afternoon tea and answer all your questions one by one."

He said that although he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, he was still able to handle things with ease.

The brown-haired boy reached out his hand and shook Lan Tang's sleeve. This action, combined with his appearance, gave him a rather coquettish feel, which stunned the man who was already determined to die.

"Can you help me?" Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated for a moment, "Mr. Rimbaud?"

Of course Lan Tang knew whose child this was.

As a "Lan Tang", even if he knew the other person's general background, it had nothing to do with him. At most, the children he got along well with had a mysterious background.

But after recovering some of his memories, the artificial little gods once created by Japan began to have a different meaning to him.

Coupled with the collection of "Rimbaud" poems that the other party brought as a gift and the familiarity the other party showed towards him, Lan Tang was almost certain that the child must be related to his relatives and friends.

——Even so, the person’s appearance is still vague in my memory.

He hesitated.

Sawada Tsunayoshi quickly caught this hesitation.

The brown-haired young man also began to hesitate, although he had written a letter to his brother who was somewhere unknown, saying that he had found traces of Rimbaud. However, as the country's trump card, Verlaine's itinerary was largely out of his control.

The man had saved up for an unknown amount of vacation time, but he had spent almost all of it on the trip with Homer. After returning, his workload would only increase day by day, not decrease.

It's a high-intensity 007 of rubbish that even shady companies would denounce after seeing it.

Therefore, in order to wait for Sawada Tsunayoshi's letter to reach Verlaine, he had to wait until he completed his mission and returned to his permanent residence in France.

When he thought of this, Sawada Tsunayoshi became a little anxious.

Lan Tang felt a little soft-hearted when he saw him like this.

After all, the critical moment when he had fought with the two little guys before was fine. Now there seemed to be an opportunity for reconciliation. The presence of the middleman was Ou Doudou, who he had a good impression of and was suspected to be a relative or friend, which made him hesitate.

Rimbaud was the man who gave Verlaine a new life and exchanged his name with him as a blessing.

Therefore, in the eyes of the young man who had a similar background to Verlaine and was even abandoned by the country that created him, he thought for a while with a cold expression and finally nodded.

"It's so cold." He said nonchalantly, "I really want a cup of hot cocoa."

The man raised his head and looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Come to think of it, didn't you say last time that Mr. Rimbaud still had some manuscripts that he wasn't going to publish?"

The corners of Sawada Tsunayoshi's originally happy mouth stiffened for a moment, and his eyes suddenly looked behind Lan Tang.

——Although there were no more words indicating supernatural powers, those words were still vivid in his mind, overlapping with the things that Verlaine had hidden and not even let him see.

Lan Tang knew nothing about this, but when he thought of the scene where a guy whose face he couldn't even see clearly was hiding secretly, and when he found out that his younger brother was going to peek, he couldn't help but let his younger brother see it, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips in a good mood.

He used a painting book to dig himself out of the ice. Although it felt a little different from ordinary solid ice, perhaps because the owner had no intention of continuing to hurt him, Lan Tang jumped out of it very swiftly.

His expression was much more cheerful than before, as if an old man had suddenly turned into a bold and energetic young man.

When Tsunayoshi Sawada looked at the words that reappeared behind the other person, they coincided with the manuscript that Verlaine had hidden in his memory, and he finally confirmed that the two were about the same thing.

So the question is, what is going on?

As Sawada Tsunayoshi thought about it, a possibility popped into his mind.

——telepathy.

The brown-haired Godfather clenched his fists inwardly, thinking that this guess might be correct.

After all, they have been partners for many years, and when there was no radio, there would certainly be other ways of communication.

【“If radio doesn’t work, telepathy will work too!”】* ,,……!