Chapter 54

She wants her subordinates

Fuyuki chose to meet with Deqili in person.

A man from beyond the world, possessing special fire powers, walked towards them step by step under Mr. Ke's watchful gaze.

But no matter how much time has passed, the home he struggled and toiled in is the place he always wants to return to.

"gin, stand guard outside the door."

Gin lowered his eyes and, without a moment's hesitation, replied, "Yes."

However, the look that finally fell on Deqili was hardly friendly.

Dongshu turned on the lights in the room, instantly brightening the dim environment. She invited the other person to sit on the sofa, and the two faced each other.

"Little boss, what did I do wrong? Why are you treating me like this?" Deqili shrugged indifferently, but then put on a scared look. "Since you chose to pull me out alive, at least I'm still a useful person to you."

Fuyuki stared at him and suddenly asked, "Did you treat your ex-boss this way too? It's quite interesting."

He acted recklessly and disrespectfully towards his superiors, yet he's still alive. After all, his ex-husband didn't seem like a tolerant or magnanimous person.

"As long as I'm useful, that's enough." Deqili sat casually on the sofa and said indifferently, "As long as I'm useful, I can keep living until he can get rid of me."

but……

I think of that person who has only an empty shell, but whose inside, including his soul, has completely decayed.

De Qili's eyes darkened.

How could we possibly give up on such a useful old man?

ha……

eternal life.

If one spends their entire life chasing something that doesn't exist, how can they possibly achieve their wish, and how can they easily give up any possible hope?

Fuyuki nodded in agreement: "You are indeed very capable, and I like you very much, but you don't seem to want to use your power for me."

The child's straightforward praise, the innocent voice carrying the word "like," struck Deqili as he froze. He stared intently at what lay before him, yet saw no desire within the darkness.

Pure and flawless.

"You like me?" He shook his head with a laugh. "You can't just say things like that."

He pointed to the short knife that had flashed at his neck when the word "like" appeared, and said helplessly, "If I say something carelessly, someone might lose their life because of it. That would be a disaster without cause, even though I haven't done anything yet."

Fuyuki smiled gently: "Ran-chan is just being overly concerned. It's very helpful. I didn't mean any harm. Don't mind my attitude."

He choked on his words, "It's done."

Sure enough, the sharp blade at his neck disappeared.

He raised his eyes, straightened his expression, and re-examined the harmless little girl in front of him.

Her soft, gentle black hair showed signs of being carefully pampered, yet her expression remained composed despite the increasingly oppressive atmosphere.

Therefore, this is the new pillar of the world's choices.

A small, delicate being, yet possessing its own unique strength.

He asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Fuyuki stated frankly, "As my subordinates, they serve me."

She wanted this person, this person handpicked by Mr. Ke, to work for her.

“Sure.” Deqili waved his hand. “It’s just changing bosses, but there’s no need to bring me here specifically for this, is there? With your status, ‘Deqili’ will naturally serve you.”

"Who said I wanted to profit from it?"

Dongshu shook her head, swung her legs, and tilted her head: "Getting the benefits isn't enough. I want flames, flames that can burn everything yet bring life."

She wanted to reclaim what had once been the Mafia, the one who had carved out their own territory with fire in their own world.

"ha……"

He smiled, pleased with his gain.

“Your wish is noble, but little friend, it’s not worth it for me to do this.”

Things in this world can't be that simple.

Wishes are fleeting, unrealistic, and utterly useless.

He was mocking her.

Dongshu wasn't angry. She stared at him and said, "Then I'll grant your wish, and you'll grant mine, okay?"

Like coaxing a disobedient child, she softened her voice and directly negotiated with him.

"...Why should I believe you?"

The leader sat on the sofa, sighed slowly, and said helplessly, "Fine, then I won't believe you."

As soon as she finished speaking, everything around her seemed to freeze. She looked up, smiled, and pointed to the boy sitting next to her.

Deqili suddenly held his breath, his pupils trembling.

Mr. Ke pushed up his glasses: "There's no doubt that once all the wrong answers are eliminated, the remaining one, no matter how incredible, is the correct result."

He patted the head of the pillar beside him and asked in confusion, "Is this child still not authoritative enough? I remember you can sense the power between the pillars."

Deqili stared intently at him, his Adam's apple bobbing, and stammered, "No..."

He couldn't speak, then suddenly lowered his head, his body trembling: "Why didn't you save me?"

If consciousness has already been born, then why does it have to be like this...?

"Hmm? You've never called out to me." Mr. Ke shook his head. "Then why should I save you?"

An existence that never calls out or prays will naturally not allow the world's consciousness, which is busy to death, to fall into a state of unconsciousness.

Once upon a time, a strange aura intruded, and out of boredom, he glanced at it and noted down a potentially useful trace.

"Let's make a deal." Mr. Ke was uninterested in human confusion. He held up a finger. "No matter how you think, the world follows one truth, and that is—"

There is only one truth!

Fuyuki shook his head, uninterested in the "dirty" deals between adults, and dragged Ran Toushirou outside to stand in a row with Gin.

As soon as the plan was made, the lively Ran Toushirou was hit by a downpour, and large raindrops quickly soaked the clothes on his body.

He jumped back under the eaves and looked back; his master was completely dry.

Something cast a shadow overhead. Fuyuki looked up and saw Gin looking down at her. The boy's silver hair was lifted by the cool breeze and brushed past his ears. He was holding an umbrella in his hand.

Dongshu stared at him: "How did you hide the umbrella?"

Gin's clothes didn't look like they could fit an umbrella.

"...It's a secret," he stubbornly replied.

"oh."

Fuyuki didn't investigate, but Gin did.

He said nothing, only staring unblinkingly at the little boss's black head with his beautiful green eyes, soft hair blowing in the wind and brushing against the hem of his clothes.

After a long while, he raised his hand, palm down, eager to try.

Ran Toushirou frowned and dragged the Saniwa back into the building a second before the despicable Gin succeeded.

"My lord, let's go inside quickly, lest we catch a cold!"

[Author's Note]

Suddenly it occurred to me—

Later, Gin (possessed by Lin Daiyu) asked: "Was this subordinate given to me alone, or does everyone else have one?"