Chapter 44

Going to school? Fuyuki: (terrified)

After seeing the two off, Fuyuki blinked and slumped onto the wooden table with her arms crossed, looking dejected.

My legs dangled listlessly; the tense meeting that I had to fake was over, and a wave of weariness washed over me.

For her, who is still so young, staying up late is not a good choice. Her eyes closed uncontrollably, her eyelashes trembled, and she struggled to stay awake.

Soon, footsteps were heard outside the door, and the two wakizashi guarding the house came over.

At this moment, there was no scattered spiritual energy to obtain information, but hearing the obviously intentional footsteps, Dongshu still knew who had come. She slightly raised her head to look at the door, her head still resting on her arm, her soft cheeks partially obscured.

Black hair swayed at the doorway, silver strands drifted by, and they wore similar black uniforms. They held their swords at their waists and knocked on the half-open door.

"...Come in."

Namazuo Toushirou and Honebami Toushirou pushed open the door, their footsteps fading away, and they stopped in front of the Saniwa.

in unison:

"Master, the mission is complete!"

"Master, the mission is complete."

They were tasked with keeping an eye on Vermouth and Rum, who were staying for a day, and preventing them from doing anything inappropriate. However, both of them were well-behaved and did not do anything out of line.

However, they couldn't find any information about the secluded house in the forest.

Dongshu sat up straight, nodded, yawned, rubbed her eyes, and looked tired and weak.

Forcing herself to stay alert, she took out a short sword from behind her and handed it to the two men: "This is Akita, take him with you."

Then the white teleportation array lit up and went out in a flash, and the three blades were teleported back to the citadel.

At the same time, Fuyuki returned to her home in this world, and the documents she brought back flew all over the ground and floated down lightly.

She nestled into Mikazuki Munechika's arms, rubbing her cheek against him, her voice weak and feeble: "Mikazuki, sleepy..."

Mikazuki Munechika lowered his head, his long hair falling beside his ear: "Master, you still need to wash up before going to sleep."

".....Hmm." Dongshu was already a little drowsy, and instinctively used his spiritual power to force himself to stay awake. The immense drowsiness was temporarily resisted by his spiritual power.

Mikazuki Munechika tidied up the scattered documents on the floor and placed them neatly on the table.

Dongshu quickly finished all her washing and grooming, becoming a super clean little thing, and ran to her soft bed before letting sleepiness wash over her again.

Fuyuki tugged at Mikazuki Munechika's clothes, her small body unconsciously pressing closer to the heat source, making some indistinct sounds.

"......moon..."

Mikazuki Munechika, feeling helpless, reached out and hugged Fuyuki into his arms. The soft child nestled against him, and unlike the ordinary nightmare nights at the beginning, the closeness filled him with warmth.

When Fuyuki woke up the next day, she was hugging a soft pillow. She propped herself up and sat up, but Mikazuki Munechika was no longer there.

She sensed that, like the previous attendants, they had already returned to the citadel.

She gave everyone a special teleportation array item, which came from the current political situation and was a small item that was given to them along with the mission.

Its shape is that of an ancient compass, small in size, with a small hole, just enough to thread a rope through and hang around the neck.

It was placed in everyone's hands as a tool for serving as a close attendant. There was only one channel for the compass, which was the Saniwa's side and the Honmaru.

The rubber band on her wrist was removed, and spiritual energy entered it. It slowly transformed into the shape of a pin, a familiar peach blossom. It was only before that Fuyuki in Honmaru discovered that this little translator had the function of changing its form. Not wanting to buy a new rubber band, she put the translator to work.

With the help of spiritual energy, it can transform into various small objects, some of which even possess the functions of a physical form.

When Ran Toushirou went to see Vermouth before, Fuyuki briefly let him use the translator.

When Fuyuki asked him what kind he wanted, the pretty orange-haired dwarf pretended to think, tilted his head, and gave a playful wink: "Then I'll be like you, Master. I really like that."

So he temporarily possessed the same hair tie as the Saniwa.

She pinned a peach blossom to her clothes, combed her black hair, and let it fall loosely down her back.

Pushing open the door, Shokudaikiri Mitsutada paused, his raised hand halting. He lowered his hand, which was about to knock, and smiled handsomely: "Master, breakfast is ready."

"Today's theme is Shokudaikiri."

"Yes."

With his deep blue hair partially covering the eye patch over his right eye, revealing warm and gentle golden eyes, and dressed in a fitted black suit, his demeanor was impeccably polite—this was the dashing tsukumogami, Shokudaikiri Mitsutada.

He reached out his black-gloved hand and led Dongshu to the dining table.

Steaming hot milk, fluffy bread, and a perfectly fried egg.

These are all very simple breakfasts, yet you can still see the chef's skill.

Fuyuki enjoyed a wonderful breakfast, the kind of breakfast only a servant of a tsukumogami could experience, and then happily went out.

The early morning is beautiful, with fresh air, few people, and a quiet world.

Dongshu walked slowly, and the shops along the road gradually opened. Soon, she saw a person.

"Good morning, second-year graduate student?"

Kenji Hagiwara was also surprised by the coincidence: "Oh, it's Fuyuki, good morning."

His gaze shifted to the side, a question in his eyes: "Who is this?"

Could it be another older brother?

Fuyuki: "He's my older brother, Hikaru Arisu."

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada acknowledged the suddenly appearing name and nodded: "Hello, Hagiwara-kun."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Arisu."

Hagiwara Kenji smiled.

How many times has he called him "Mr. Arisu"? He doesn't know.

Dongshu noticed the things in his hand: "Brother Yaner, are you out shopping so early?"

Kenji Hagiwara lifted the shopping bag in his hand: "University is about to start, so I need to prepare things in advance so I don't forget anything."

Dongshu nodded, seemingly understanding, "So there's so much to prepare for going to school."

“Yes,” Kenji Hagiwara replied.

He looked at the little girl with curious eyes, then suddenly remembered something, his expression turned serious, and he squatted down: "Little Winter Tree, what grade are you in?"

Dongshu paused for a moment, then quickly calculated in her mind: "...Third grade...."

Kenji Hagiwara keenly noticed her unease: "Where does Fuyuki go to school?"

He smiled and said, "Xiao Dongshu should be at a school nearby."

Fuyuki hesitated, and she didn't go to school.

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada raised his hand to stop Hagiwara Kenji from speaking, separating the two: "Hagiwara-kun, my younger sister is homeschooled and doesn't know much about school-related matters, so please don't be too fixated on it."

Kenji Hagiwara stood up, his smile unwavering: "I see. Children's education shouldn't be neglected. If possible, it's better for their growth to go to school, Mr. Arisu."

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada was in no way inferior: "That's not right either, Hagiwara-kun."

Seeing the obviously awkward atmosphere between the two, Fuyuki was a little confused as to how things had turned out this way, since she had only asked one question at the beginning.

She could clearly sense the meaning behind Kenji Hagiwara's two questions. Clinging to Mitsutada Shokudaikiri's clothes, Fuyuki peeked out from behind him and looked at Kenji Hagiwara.

She blinked her eyes and said, "Brother, it's not that I don't like going to school. It has nothing to do with you brothers. The teachers at home are all very nice, and I can learn a lot from them."

She tried her best to explain.

Kenji Hagiwara glanced at her.

He quickly scratched his head, looking apologetic: "Sorry, I was too intense."

Shokudaikiri Mitsutada shook his head, his serious expression softening: "It was our oversight in this matter. Thank you for reminding me, Hagiwara-kun."

The atmosphere eased, and Dongshu breathed a sigh of relief, but was also a little troubled. Why would anyone suddenly become interested in her schooling?

With the matter concluded, Kenji Hagiwara bid farewell to the two.

As Fuyuki watched his departing figure, lost in thought, he heard a thoughtful voice from above: "At Master's age, perhaps it really is time to go to school..."

Fuyuki cried out in terror: No!