"The kind that can confirm your identity after you die."

"Once your death makes the newspapers, I'll release Yuanshan, how about that?"

"He's already done so much for you, so it's fair that you reciprocate in kind, isn't it?"

"Or do you intend to shamelessly continue living like this?"

A chilling silence.

Yoruichi Toyama couldn't help but hold her breath and glance at the absinthe.

Absinthe immediately pointed at him threateningly.

The silence lasted for a few more seconds.

A soft sigh came from the other end of the phone.

“Yes, I know I’m shameless…” Akemi said softly, her tone gentle and calm, “He’s always been the one giving, and I’ve only ever received…”

"I was determined to protect him, but in the end, he protected me instead..."

"Having endured so much sacrifice and protection, I have no way to repay you..."

"Then you should hurry up and die," Vermouth chuckled.

However, Akemi chuckled softly in response.

Laughter was like a small knife, causing a slight crack in the hard mask of absinthe.

“No, of course I won’t die,” Akemi said cheerfully. “If I die, Yoruichi won’t be happy; only you will be.”

"When Yoruichi left, I promised him that I would live well and that I should keep my word."

"So, no matter how difficult, painful, or lonely life may be in the future, I will do my best to live."

"That way, Yoruichi's efforts won't have been in vain."

Yoruichi Toyama wanted to say something more, but she was completely speechless.

She could only lower her head and rub her cheeks with her hands to hide the urge to cry.

Vermouth's cold gaze seemed to pierce a hole in the phone.

“Oh, right,” Akemi said, drawing out the last part, “Yoruichi is right here with you.”

"I did not grant your wish by agreeing to such an absurd condition. I imagine you would be quite pleased with yourself."

"I think Yoruichi would be happy to see that expression on your face."

With a "beep," the call ended.

Absinthe slowly raised one hand.

Feeling that she was about to beat him up again to vent her anger, Toyama Yoru instinctively narrowed his eyes.

But she just slammed her phone onto the bed.

The phone bounced off the mattress, hit the wall, and then fell to the floor in a sorry state.

Thanks, brother, Yoruichi Toyama thought silently.

I hope to be reborn as a Nokia in my next life.

Just then, a pile of clothes was thrown at his face.

"I'll give you 10 minutes," Vermouth said, glancing at the diamond-encrusted Rolex on her wrist.

Yoruichi Toyama finally managed to struggle out of that pile of shirts and suits.

"Huh? Where are we going?"

"You don't need to ask that."

Seeing that Yoruichi Toyama hadn't made a move yet, Vermouth gave a sinister smile and pulled out a pistol with its barrel sawed off from her waist.

Yoruichi Toyama suddenly realized that she had seemed quite kind before.

So he hurriedly changed into that casual suit.

The clothes fit perfectly, and even the shoes were the right size.

She strongly suspects that she was completely exposed while she was unconscious.

“It’s impossible for Miyano’s phone calls not to be tapped by the police…” Vermouth said as she pushed him out the door.

Yoruichi Toyama was pushed around without any resistance, and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"A heroine like you is afraid of the police?"

“If there are fewer than ten of them, they are no match for us,” Vermouth said coldly. “I’m just too lazy to cause trouble.”

Indeed, now is not the time to go back, Yoruichi Toyama thought to himself.

Since Vermouth realized this, it was impossible for them not to put on a show.

So I guess I'll just have to follow along.

Anyway, they have everything handed to them, and they have no worries about food, clothing, or daily necessities.

Occasionally, he would even get beaten up.

What's the difference between this kind of life and that of a son-in-law living with his wife's family?

...

With its vast resources, Lanze Group could easily afford to stay in a luxury hotel.

As for this sea-view hotel facing Tokyo Bay, Yoruichi Toyama estimated that with all her savings, she could only stay there for a maximum of two months.

Tsk, I wonder what Gin, who hasn't changed cars in ten years, would think if he saw Aunt Vermouth's extravagant style.

With this feeling of complaining, Toyama Yoruichi began his days of recuperation.

Absinthe stopped picking on him and, after confirming that he wouldn't run away, even gave him some room to maneuver.

He can go to the rooftop swimming pool, or the gym, or sit in the hotel's restaurant and tea room.

Sometimes the two of them would go shopping together at the supermarket on the ground floor.

Aside from not leaving the hotel, they seemed like a young couple living together.

Yoruichi Toyama played the role of a gigolo without any hesitation.

Until Vermouth placed an invitation in front of him.

"A memorial service for the famous film director, Akira Sakamaki?"

"What does this have to do with me?"

However, the invitee's name was clearly written as "Mr. Yoruichi Toyama".

“I thought you’d be interested,” Absinthe said, looking at him with amusement, “which is why I got you the invitation.”

Regardless of her status, this was something she could easily do.

Yoruichi Toyama didn't question it, but simply asked, "So what are we going to do?"

Absinthe blinked and then suddenly burst out laughing.

She laughed as she hooked Toyama Yoruichi's chin with her finger and pinched his cheek.

"You... is there really nothing that can really cause you any worry?"

"I guess so," Yoruichi Toyama said. "For example, what would it take for you to let me go back?"

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