Chapter 136

Gin is the most loyal dog.

This pill.

Watching his clones busy for half a day, and even his main body waking up from its slumber to rush to work, Fuyuki, who had been busy running around, only rested for a short while before helplessly opening his eyes again.

—Just by standing here, people can't help but want to be kind to you.

The unreserved and straightforward feelings from the innocent and young world consciousness made her heart tremble. The intense emotions, along with that memory, were all transmitted back from the clone.

...Well, then staying there isn't so bad.

After processing her emotions, Dongshu touched her stomach, which felt empty. She went outside but didn't see a single person.

Fuyuki: ?

She remembered that even if her citadel was sparsely populated, it shouldn't be this desolate... Oh right, everyone went to work.

She remained silent for a moment.

Three worlds, plus constant battles, and daily routines.

The swords in the citadel were just able to rotate through.

After the world around the little wild dog was completely restored, the clone was left there. Judging from how enthusiastic those guys were, it seems he won't be able to come back anytime soon.

Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Mori Ōgai, Edogawa-kun...

Edogawa? In another world, there is also an Edogawa.

As Dongshu walked towards the kitchen, she pondered in her mind.

But the other world is much more stable. It only serves as a pillar of the dark side of the world to improve its components. It only needs to proceed step by step, occasionally revealing a flaw, so that those who should have won can continue to win. That is enough.

"Master, you're awake?" Shokudaikiri Mitsutada, who had just returned from buying food, saw the Saniwa looking absent-minded from afar.

"Hmm." Fuyuki regained consciousness upon hearing the voice, looked up at the concerned face of the tsukumogami, and a wave of bitterness welled up in her heart. Her voice was tinged with grievance, "I woke up and everyone was gone. I'm so hungry."

While the original self is asleep, the swords in the citadel follow the orders of the clone to go to various worlds to provide support.

The end result was that all the swords were working at high intensity, so it was not uncommon to see scenes where only the tsukumogami (spirits) were left on duty during the day in the citadel.

Even if the reason is reasonable, it is ultimately due to my own negligence that my poor little Saniwa went hungry.

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada felt sorry for her, so he magically produced two peach blossom cakes from the kitchen: "Master, please have something to eat first. Is there anything you'd like to eat? I'll make it for you right away."

As he spoke, he moved a chair out, laid out a tablecloth, and placed a cup of hot water on it, and a neat temporary resting place was set up.

"Hmm." Fuyuki's head was spinning, probably due to low blood sugar caused by not eating for a long time and then suddenly standing up and sitting down.

She paused for a moment before speaking, "Make something simple, nothing raw."

She still prefers hot food.

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada, the culinary master of the citadel, naturally lived up to expectations.

Fuyuki touched his full stomach, which felt completely different from when it was empty.

Having just filled her stomach, a familiar drowsiness washed over her, engulfing her entire body in the next second. She only had time to shift her weight onto the small table in front of her before she drifted off to sleep peacefully in the warm embrace of the spirit that instantly pressed against her.

The swords in the citadel were not unaware that the Saniwa had divided his soul into three parts.

Although they disagreed, seeing their master's gentle smiling face, they swallowed back all the words that were about to come out.

So what if they are willful? They will accept all their master's commands and actions.

The owners chose to have one person do multiple jobs, and they will make adjustments accordingly.

The fact that the main body of the sword, who was sitting in the citadel, was drowsy and might collapse at any moment has led the swords to develop the ability to "take over at any time".

Like now, this ability is being used again.

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada skillfully picked her up horizontally, and looking at his master's peaceful sleeping face, the tachi unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth, and gently tucked her into the warm and soft quilt.

He paused by the bedside for a moment, and as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of weariness on that youthful face.

...In the end, I was just tired.

—

The bar is brightly lit and the music encourages people who come here to seek happiness to sway and dance.

Beneath the hustle and bustle and dazzling lights lies an ambiguous and fervent atmosphere, revealing the true nature of this industry.

Standing on the high floor, the surrounding decorations completely obscured her figure, yet she had a clear view of the scene below.

The bartender's skillful and agile movements at the bar heighten the mood of the customers in front of him. When the final, beautiful liquid is poured into the glass and garnished just right, a complete and tempting drink is gently pushed in front of the customer.

"Please." The handsome voice, combined with its magnetic quality, made him a truly beautiful man.

"Oh dear, it's such a waste of your looks to be just a bartender here."

The guest didn't take it; instead, his gaze lingered on his face.

"Sir, you jest." The man's golden hair made his smile seem like a sweet trap, and he said helplessly, "I only know how to mix drinks."

A subtle blue light flashed in the woman's emerald green eyes as her gaze remained fixed on the man's face.

All you can do is mix drinks? Ha.

If this were to come true, those guys' expressions would be quite amusing.

He was another rare individual, personally promoted by that lord, but obviously, this guy was unaware of this.

Despite being an intelligence team, their intelligence capabilities are surprisingly poor.

She smiled without saying a word, picked up her glass, took a small sip, and then said, "Not bad, you really know how to mix drinks."

The woman's voice was ambiguous, and her eyes gleamed with the sharp light of someone eyeing prey, just like anyone who had designs on him.

The light quickly faded, and she finished her drink in one gulp, got up and left. After taking a couple of steps, she turned back and gave him an ambiguous kiss.

Bartender: His smile froze.

Hey, he doesn't sell himself.

Bourbon lowered his head to wipe the cup in his hand.

Members of a mysterious organization: great benefits, but also great costs.

Before he knows whether the benefits will sway him, he will carefully consider every olive branch offered.

How did the other side know his information? His actions were not discreet enough; his location was easily discovered, which was too dangerous.

Not long after he received the code name Bourbon, countless people came to him, making various probing moves.

Why? Is there anything special about the code name Bourbon? He pondered as he wiped his eyes, the danger intensifying in his pupils.

Suddenly, he looked up in one direction, but upon closer inspection, he saw only a few ribbons with light strips swaying.

There was nothing there.

On the other side, the woman went up the stairs to the upper floor.

Unlike the bustling and noisy area below, the rooms above were eerily quiet.

After reaching the top floor accessible by stairs, he took out his room card and swiped it to open his own room.

After reviewing the case once, she skillfully felt around along the wall and then activated the mechanism.

The hard wall plaster suddenly peeled off, and a high-tech elevator replaced the original wall surface.

The woman stepped inside, and the instant the elevator doors closed, the stranger's mask was removed, revealing the beautiful blonde woman's true appearance.

She tossed her hair, thinking about the man from earlier.

Aside from his decent-looking face, there's nothing particularly special about him. How could he possibly be worthy of the boss's attention?

She stepped out of the elevator and walked straight to the end. She raised her hand and knocked on the door, then heard a childish, mechanical voice in her ear:

"Wait outside."

"yes."

Vermouth bowed her head and waited respectfully.

The sound disappeared.

inside the house.

Fuyuki raised an eyebrow at the guy in front of him who exuded a dangerous aura.

The other person was pointing the Beretta at their head, and the beautiful silver hair swayed back and forth, attracting her attention.

But they remained silent, making no sound.

She sighed.

Why aren't you saying a word?

Fuyuki sat on the sofa with dissatisfaction, blinking her dark eyes. Seeing that the person in front of her still had a cold and indifferent look, she simply lay down on her side on the sofa.

"What, do you expect me to introduce myself?"

Gin's fingers trembled almost uncontrollably. His green eyes flashed across Fuyuki's face before settling on the side of his face.

There was no trace.

moment.

"Boss..."

A deep voice, long unheard of, rang out in the quiet space.

Dongshu didn't detect much emotion in his voice and raised an eyebrow: "You believed it so easily? Wow."

Logically speaking, if he returned a few years later looking much younger than his normal age, it should have aroused a lot of suspicion in this alert and loyal dog.

She knew exactly what the other party should look like, since she had crafted the knife herself.

Upon seeing the person who appeared to be impersonating the boss, her first reaction was to only raise her gun without firing directly, which was already quite unexpected.

"yes."

Beryl was placed in Dongshu's hands. The proud wolf lowered his body and head, almost trembling, and gently pressed his cheek against Dongshu's outstretched hand, along with his weapon, surrendering himself once again to the weak child before him.

"Good boy."

Dongshu praised him generously.

Even though I wasn't always by your side, you didn't let me down.

Gin's change in posture made her gaze look down at him, and the boss's appreciative tone carried a hint of condescension: "You've become exactly as I need you to be."

Despite her voice carrying a hint of laughter, the boss's lips instantly fell flat as she failed to catch the Beretta that Gin placed in her palm.

She was not satisfied with Gin.

"Thank you for the compliment, boss." He tried to keep his tone steady.

The boss, who had been missing for many years, finally returned to his sight.

It was still as small and immature as I remembered, making it impossible to discern its true appearance.

Dongshu raised her hand to her cheek and said casually, "Good boy, have you done everything I asked you to do?"

She wanted Gin to have complete control over every person, every piece of intelligence, and every lead within the organization...

As the heart of the organization, he should be the most powerful, the most worry-free, and the most unattainable.

But he didn't do it; he just lived a secluded life in this small place in Japan.

Even if he becomes the undisputed head of the Japanese region, what good is that? For an ordinary person, this might be an amazing talent, but for Gin, whom the boss needs, it's far from enough.

Fuyuki gently patted his head, his gaze falling on Gin, but his words were directed at someone else: "Where does the benefit lie?"

When she left, the world consciousness chose Deqili as the person to help stabilize the organization; that otherworldly person seemed to have an amazing talent for being a Mafia subordinate.

"Italy."

An expected answer.

Fuyuki pondered for a moment, staring at the guy's drooping head, and suddenly asked, "Do you know those three people who recently became codenamed members?"

Gin's fingers, which were hanging down, suddenly tightened, but he answered without any change in expression, "I know."

He knew everything that happened in the organization, including how the boss, who suddenly appeared, didn't contact him first but instead promoted three prospective codename members.

Everyone is saying that the mysterious, well-connected Rob Roy is starting to act recklessly again, relying on his connections.

But he knew that Rob Roy was the name of the boss's liquor.

It wasn't that he acted recklessly because of connections; rather, he had taken a fancy to someone else.

I don't know whether to be glad or not, but these guys got names of liquors instead of code names for swords.

Gin scoffed at his own unwarranted jealousy and resentment.

But he couldn't control himself.

Since he was the first choice in the beginning, why not stick with him to the end? He is the most obedient dog, the sharpest knife, and the heart of the organization personally chosen by the boss.

As for the intelligence agents and snipers... his green eyes grew increasingly somber; he could do better than any of those guys.

"Hmm." Fuyuki acted as if she hadn't seen his turbulent emotions. "Later, find a reason to transfer them to my side."

She blinked, cupped her face, and laughed excitedly.

"I believe you can handle this little thing, right?" she said coquettishly, hooking her outstretched fingers around Gin's trench coat and swaying them. "After all, Gin is the best, and the one I like the most."

The harsh praise failed to ignite his excitement; he felt as if his blood had turned cold.

The boss only needs to give the order to transfer someone to her side or to provide a reason for doing so.

She suddenly heard the sound of a door lock opening, and Vermouth reacted instantly.

She glanced to the side and saw a cute little head peek out from the crack in the door. The head winked playfully at her and said, "Hello, sister! Sorry to keep you waiting. Let's get on with what we need to do."

Vermouth nodded, her voice gentle: "Okay."

Dongshu walked out of the door completely, grabbed her hand and shook it without any hesitation, and then excitedly ran towards the elevator, just like a very energetic child.

Vermouth glanced back at the ajar door one last time, only to see the familiar orange figure nimbly slip inside and close the gap, giving her no chance to investigate.

"Sister, you're being naughty." Dongshu let go of her hand in the elevator, her voice soft but tinged with displeasure.

Vermouth's breath hitched, and she was about to reply when she saw the other person smiling and extending their hand to her, saying, "Where's the reward I wanted? Did you bring it, sister?"

Her transgression was dismissed lightly.

Vermouth placed a delicate little USB drive into the boss's hand, then casually wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

Fuyuki placed the USB drive into Ichigo Hitofuri's hand, then pulled a handkerchief from the king's pocket and handed it to Vermouth: "It looks like it's hot in the elevator. We should get someone to install air conditioning later."

Vermouth: "..."

Vermouth smiled and said, "Yes."

A child stands out in the chaotic, erotic bar.

Fuyuki clung tightly to Vermouth's clothes, feigning dependence and fear.

A delicate blonde woman, accompanied by a lovely girl, approached the door cautiously, like lambs that had strayed into the maze.

A hand suddenly reached out.

"Hey, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

His lewd gaze swept over the two terrified sisters. "First time here? How about you come and play with us before you leave? It would be such a waste not to have some fun with such pretty girls."

"Get away!"

Vermouth's donning of the human skin mask revealed a hint of suppressed fear.

She forced herself to scold the other person and distance herself from them.

Clearly, this bluffing gesture is not enough to truly deter people.

"Tsk, don't push your luck."

Soon, the two were forced close to the bar.

[Author's Note]

OOC Mini-Drama

Qin: [Lemon] Which three little fairies stole the boss's soul as soon as they came back?

Zero: [Dog head holding a rose]

Jing: [Glasses]

Chi: [oh oh oh]