Chapter 148

Sleeping with the Lord

When the half-baked detective questioned the people present for the fourth time about their alibis, Fuyuki sighed helplessly.

She was already feeling restless, and her stomach was empty; she desperately wanted to eat something to fill it.

Immediately afterwards, she casually kicked the corner trash can, sending shards of glass flying everywhere, one of which, stained with blood, stood out prominently.

An alibi for not being at the convenience store?

Everyone present was there, so where did this alibi come from?

Even she, a child, doesn't have an alibi for not being at the convenience store!

The trembling woman, with her sharp eyes, was the first to spot the glass. She pointed at it hastily and screamed, "It's blood! There's blood on the glass!"

The murder weapon was discovered, and the situation instantly reversed. At the same time, the previously broken surveillance footage was restored, revealing crucial evidence.

Of everyone present, only the younger man had ever handled glassware.

Everything was just right.

As the police pounced on the culprit, Fuyuki winked subtly at Amuro Tooru.

Their eyes met in mid-air, then quickly looked away as if nothing had happened.

Police cars sped away with the culprit in their sirens, and the convenience store became empty again. Amuro Toru smiled and handed Fuyuki a cup of hot cocoa: "Please have some."

Dongshu mumbled through his straw, "What is this, hush money?"

The warm liquid flowed down her esophagus into her stomach, and she gradually recovered.

Amuro Tooru smiled but didn't reply to her.

In any case, only Fuyuki saw those flaws.

As the convenience store door closed, she heard a soft laugh behind her. The night breeze brushed past, lifting and lowering the strands of hair by her ears, concealing Dongshu's thoughtful emotions.

I was able to fish out relevant information after returning to the house. Sure enough, Bourbon had accepted a mission tonight, and the target of the mission was the dead man.

but……

Dongshu raised an eyebrow as he munched on his bread.

Contrary to her guess, he wasn't just an ordinary office worker; he actually worked at a bank.

But how come it appears in the task database? It's useless to the organization itself, which means it's been commissioned from outside.

It is not uncommon for people to use money to buy the military power of criminal organizations to do things for them.

After all, the distillery doesn't always have important tasks for its staff to do.

But she always felt it wasn't that simple.

Fuyuki stuffed a steaming hot radish into Maeda Toshiro's mouth, and while she was still chewing bread, she mumbled, "Try this, it's delicious."

Maeda Toushirou was stunned for a moment, and his mouth began to chew unconsciously until he swallowed the food. Only then did he recover and savor the taste.

"...It really is delicious."

“Right, right, what’s it like watching me eat alone? Let’s eat together, okay? Even if you’re not hungry, you can still try it. It’s delicious. You seem to like it too~” Fuyuki said as she distributed the food spread out on the table to the two of them.

The data had long been forgotten; in her mind, these devices that recorded important information were less valuable than the food she could easily buy.

He went out to find food, but was delayed by a sudden murder, and it is now past midnight.

Dongshu, who had just woken up less than three hours ago, slowly yawned and rubbed her eyes, only to find, to her dismay, that she wasn't sleepy at all.

Why doesn't this apply to her now, since everyone says that you get sleepy after eating?

She blinked, her mind blank for a moment, then suddenly fixed her gaze on Maeda Toushirou: "Are you sleepy? Do you want to go to sleep?"

As she spoke, she patted the spot next to her, her face full of anticipation.

She wanted to watch over him as Maeda Toshiro watched over her sleep.

Maeda Toushirou sensed her thoughts. He nervously tugged at his collar, then coughed lightly and looked away.

"Sleepy."

The moment those two words left his mouth, his ears, hidden beneath his hair, instantly turned red. His gaze darted around, and under the gaze of the Saniwa, he quickly patched up his expression:

"But if you want to sleep, I'll take care of making the bed. I'll make sure it's the softest and warmest bed for you."

Dongshu blinked innocently, moved closer to him, tugged at his sleeve, and said softly, "Do you want to sleep with me?"

If two little kids sleep together... even Ichigo wouldn't object, right?

Her eyes lit up, and she immediately grabbed the hand holding the dagger and pushed the person into the bathroom: "Hurry up and wash up, it's time to sleep, otherwise you won't be able to get up tomorrow and Kasen will scold you!"

Her unwavering "it's for your own good" demeanor made it impossible to discern the true nature of someone wanting to play a prank.

Thus, the short sword that emerged from the rising steam was brought into the warm bed along with the attack from the Saniwa.

Fuyuki began to drift off to sleep, and Maeda Toushirou didn't even have time to react. His highly mobile short sword seemed extremely clumsy at this moment.

No matter where, no matter when, no matter how many times they are intimately close to their master, the swords always feel happy involuntarily.

Although it looks like a child, it's not a child who knows nothing.

Maeda Toushirou's shyness dissipated quickly, leaving only a feeling of warmth.

Listening to his master excitedly talking about what he wanted to do tomorrow while nestled in his arms, he followed his own instincts, reached out, and gently patted Fuyuki's head.

She responded softly, "Although I won't be by your side tomorrow, I still want to say 'Please let me accompany you'..."

"Eh? Then I'll call out 'me' from the citadel, and Maeda can sleep with 'me' tomorrow night too, okay?"

Fuyuki pondered, and the more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. "Anyway, I spend most of my time sleeping now. If you want to come along, then let's do it."

She shifted her body, burying herself even more completely into the short sword's embrace, her voice gently vibrating as it traveled upwards from Maeda Toushirou's chest: "It's all me. Since it's me, I won't refuse you."

"If that's the case, Maeda, I hope you'll be just as happy tomorrow~" She wanted to see that gentle smile again and again when she woke up from her afternoon nap.

As Fuyuki recalled the embrace, the sleepiness that had been eluding her suddenly surged up, and she drifted off to sleep, enveloped in the warm blankets and reassuring embrace.

This time, my sleep was more restful and longer than my afternoon nap.

*

When Fuyuki opened his eyes again, he saw not only Kasen Kanesada, the attendant from the next day, but also a familiar light blue figure holding Maeda Toushirou, who was sleeping in his arms.

Seeing that she had suddenly woken up, Ichigo Hitofuri gently raised his finger and made a quiet gesture.

Dongshu was instantly wide awake and nodded in agreement.

Ichigo Hitofuri smiled, nodded to her, and left the room.

The reliable patriarch of the Awataguchi family looked at his younger brother's peaceful sleeping face in his arms and couldn't help but smile.

...You're so cute, little brother.

The way he waited for his attendant to arrive the next day before finally falling asleep...

He stroked Maeda Toushirou's hair, gently pulled the other's head into his arms, and kissed the top of his head.

--Thanks for your hard work.

The inherent danger of the mission to become the master of this world dictates that they, as the last line of defense, cannot afford to be completely relaxed for even a moment.

[Author's Note]

[Empty bowl]

Maeda, my little angel! [Go for it!]