Chapter 61

The elegance of a poet!

Dessert time with Gojo Satoru is enjoyable and quick.

The two sweet-toothed individuals became friends happily and then said goodbye.

An unknown assistant coach who waited for a long time but never saw anyone: ?

As Dongshu walked along, she didn't rush to open the teleportation array to return to Goujuan's house. She looked around with curiosity, noting that each world had its own unique characteristics.

The first world was in Yokohama, which was chaotic, but it also showed a yearning for world order. In the second world, she traveled around and saw all sorts of people and things from the Black Organization. Here, however, there were many unsavory old men, although she hadn't met them yet.

So far, I haven't had a particularly bad impression of the ancestors I've encountered, the Inu-maki family, or Gojo Satoru.

But according to the information Sister Curse told her, the people in this world called "Rotten Oranges," as well as various special-grade cursed spirits and the King of Curses, are all quite difficult to evaluate.

They are also a major cause of the world's collapse.

Too many tragedies, too much pain, too much evil...

In a world where power structures are intertwined with emotions, it's no wonder that such a world is collapsing.

This has forced the world to change its timeline.

I bought a bag of candy. The packaging was transparent and shiny, making it look exceptionally bright. My small, delicate hands grabbed both sides, twisted it, and then deftly put the candy into my mouth, chewing it with gusto, filling my mouth with its sweet flavor.

If only the world had something as wonderful as candy.

Looking at the pretty candy wrapper in her hand, Fuyuki decided not to waste it.

Fold the candy in half with the side facing inwards, put it in a small pocket, and wash it when you get home to fold pretty little origami cranes.

It sparkles and shines in the sunlight, it's so beautiful.

"Hmph hmph hmph~ la la la..." Dongshu hummed to herself, chasing the sun, hopping and skipping with great joy.

—

One by one, stars appeared in the dark sky, twinkling and standing out against the night sky.

Fuyuki looked rather dejected, weakly raising the towel in his hand, which Sozo Samonji skillfully took.

A towel was wrapped around her black hair, and she gently rubbed off the moisture with her hands. Her usually melancholic and beautiful eyes now held a unique seriousness.

Fuyuki grew even more drowsy under the gentle touch, trying her best to stay seated, her eyelids already drooping. Soza Samonji patted her shoulder and whispered, "Master."

Fuyuki, still half-asleep, mumbled, "...Huh?"

"I'm too sleepy, so I'll use my spiritual power to dry my hair," he reminded her.

Dongshu shook his head to clear his head.

She accepted the offer, and soon her hair was completely dry.

Soza Samonji took a wooden comb and carefully combed it little by little. The little master's hair had reached his waist and was not short. If it was not properly taken care of, it would be severely tangled by tomorrow morning.

A moment later he said softly, "Master, it's done."

Not receiving a reply, he looked closely and realized that the little guy had fallen asleep while sitting.

The little Saniwa has her eyes closed, her cheeks are soft and chubby, which is even more noticeable in her still state. She looks incredibly cute.

These are the children they raised themselves.

He couldn't help but pinch it, then realized what he had done and covered his face with a smile.

He didn't know what he was laughing at; he just felt that he should smile at this moment.

Fuyuki rarely wore dark-colored pajamas, which contrasted sharply with her fair skin, making her appear even smaller and more fragile.

Soza Samonji gently laid her down on the bed.

Long black hair was scattered on the pillow, and the little one's breathing was calm and deep, clearly indicating that he was fast asleep.

Dongshu is a very easy-going sleeper. She doesn't like to toss and turn or lift the covers. She's usually the same way she is when she's asleep and when she's awake. She's extremely well-behaved.

But sometimes, the spirits would prefer the master to be a little more willful, because they want to see more of her.

They wanted to see whatever kind of owner it was.

That was everything they loved.

Dongshu's eyelashes trembled, her eyes squinted in struggle, and her hands began to grope haphazardly, as if searching for something.

After a while, she calmed down and fell into a deep sleep again.

—

"spine!"

The boy who was called turned around and saw the person. His light purple eyes curved up and sparkled, but he pursed his lips and did not make a sound.

Winter trees are used to it.

Even though he made the power of the spell controllable, the dog-like Thorn, who had been taught from the beginning not to speak casually, could not adapt to speaking casually all at once.

The original plan was to teach him to use some words to express his thoughts when he grew older, but now, the focus should be on teaching him to speak freely without being discovered by others.

From the outside, he would likely appear to be a normally developing user of spellcasting techniques.

Fuyuki realized that his willfulness had caused unnecessary trouble and wanted to correct himself, but Chief Dogjuan shook his head and stopped him.

She didn't understand, nor did she want to understand, the complex look in the clan leader's eyes at that time.

"Come on, there's something good!" Dongshu grabbed Goujuanji's hand and started running with him.

His short white hair flew in the air, and he stumbled a couple of times before quickly catching up with her.

The buildings along the way have a sense of history, and you can clearly feel that Dog Roll's family has a long history, but they are not conservative and have a variety of modern appliances inside.

"Kasen, we're here." Fuyuki pushed open the half-closed wooden door with one hand, and a sweet aroma wafted out.

"Master, Dog-maki-san." Kasen Kanesada paused his movements, greeted him, and then continued what he was doing.

The soft, fluffy bread was placed securely on the table, and then the prepared cream was picked up with meticulous movements.

The delicate cream quickly fell onto the surface of the bread, followed by exquisite patterns. Various fruits were carved into designs and arranged in layers on top of the cream.

He wouldn't miss out on the sweet and sour jam either.

Kasen Kanesada's movements were skillful, and soon an exquisite and delicious cake appeared.

Then take out small plates, divide the food into portions, and thoughtfully provide small forks.

"Wow~" The two children turned their heads in the same direction, their eyes shining, their gazes following the small cake.

"Please, both of you."

After saying thank you, Fuyuki and Goujuanji looked at their own pieces, sat obediently in their seats, and picked up their forks.

The cake has just the right amount of sweetness, a smooth texture, and is neither too cloying nor lacking in flavor.

The fruit and cream explode in your mouth, cool and refreshing.

The slight tartness of the jam adds a touch of color to the otherwise monotonous sweetness, preventing the mini cakes from feeling bland.

But overall...

"Delicious! The Songstress is amazing!"

Dongshu never hesitated to praise, her dark eyes wide open, gleaming with joy.

The dog, Curly, nodded in agreement, with the same happy expression.

"Oh my, what a wonderful moment!"

Kasen Kanesada was a refined scholar, a scholar skilled in cooking, but with a master who loved sweets, he also had to become skilled in sweets.

Seeing the two children engrossed in their activities, he smiled and couldn't help but think that he was a refined person, and desserts were no problem for him.

[Author's Note]

Song Immortal: [Sunglasses] Look how elegant I am.