Chapter 174 Can't the Saniwa be a kitten?

Of course!

1.

Perhaps because doing the tasks in three parts at the same time was too tiring, Fuyuki inevitably started to stay in bed after returning to the citadel.

When Hasebe arrived at the castle tower and couldn't wake the Saniwa no matter what he did, he pushed open the door and saw only a soft, bulging blanket wrapped on the bed.

The room was quiet; if you strained your ears, you could only catch the owner's soft breathing—small, weak, and incredibly cute.

He moved closer quietly, carefully lifting the blanket only to find a pillow.

The spirit blinked, then suddenly turned to look at the sofa on the side. There, in the corner, a little girl was curled up in a ball, her cheeks rosy, clearly fast asleep.

"Owner……?"

Hasebe held his breath, leaned closer, and picked Fuyuki up. The Saniwa wrinkled his nose, then skillfully found a comfortable position in his arms and continued to sleep.

Her breathing was shallow, her cheeks were flushed, and she exuded a childlike softness.

"Haga...She...be...?" Fuyuki groggily opened her eyes in his arms, her vision blurry and her mind still fogged up. She only clearly remembered—

"I'm so sleepy..."

You can rest assured.

My thoughts drifted back to sleep.

She nuzzled against Hasebe's chest affectionately, her soft cheeks rubbing against the fabric. The tsukumogami's embrace froze, a blush spreading across her face as her brain sluggishly reacted to its master's actions.

Did I... was I pampered?!

Mr. Loyal Dog carefully pulled her even closer, feeling a surge of warmth in his heart as he looked at the girl curled up completely in his arms like a kitten.

He completely forgot about getting up and having breakfast; nothing was more important than his master's needs!

Cut the long valley section out!

2.

Fuyuki secretly took out Tsurumaru Kuninaga's white coat. She cautiously looked outside and, only after confirming there were no marks of a blade, did she feel relieved enough to put the oversized coat on herself in the room.

The sleeves were so long that they covered her entire hand, not to mention the already long hem of the dress, which dragged on the ground.

Fuyuki tentatively raised her hand, trying to lift her clothes off the ground, but as soon as she took a step, she tripped over herself.

Her round eyes widened suddenly, a hint of panic flashing in her dark pupils. Her body reflexively rolled over, and when she calmed down, she quietly opened one eye and realized that she had been wrapped up into a white ball, with only her head sticking out.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga, whom she had just completely avoided, strode in. He looked at the Saniwa and laughed without reservation: "Wow! This really startled me! Does Master want to become me this time?"

When Fuyuki was caught doing something wrong, she was furious, but she was also indignant and defiant, loudly and clearly condemning him: "Let me go right now, you bad Tsurumaru!"

The child's voice, not particularly angry, had no intimidating power; it was like a kitten with its fur standing on end because it was tangled in a ball of yarn—lovable and endearing.

After laughing enough, Tsurumaru Kuninaga leaned over to her and untied his messy coat, saying, "Actually, you look really cute like this, my lord. Why don't you buy a smaller size? It would be absolutely perfect!"

He's trying to seduce the young Saniwa into adopting his image.

In that case, the crane will happily dig two more holes in the middle of the night, right?

Fuyuki ignored him, focusing intently on waiting for him to undress. When the time was right, she leaned close to the spirit, wrapped her arms around its neck, and whispered:

"Tsurumaru..."

"I am here."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga was all smiles, but his expression froze the next second.

"Don't laugh at me!" Dongshu's face darkened with anger as she tightened her grip on his neck. "You have to apologize to me!"

She's the Saniwa (Master), so even if she made a mistake, she's not wrong! How could her master be wrong?!

Tsurumaru Kuninaga weakly raised his arms, mimicking someone struggling to breathe: "I-I understand..."

"I'm sorry, my lord~"

"Hmph."

Dongshu was finally satisfied, took two steps back, crossed his arms, and looked at him smugly.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga chuckled.

It seems it's not just a kitten, but a fierce cat carrying a knife.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga is out!

[Author's Note]

How can it not be considered a kitten?

I've commissioned a piece to include character cards, hehe.

I started with a few random notes, and then there will be random bonus chapters in each world.

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