Chapter 86

Silver, Winter Tree

The school anniversary celebration on Academy Island is in full swing. Because of the celebration, everyone's mood seems to be mobilized, and the atmosphere of vitality fills the entire campus.

Isana recalled that phone call to an invalid number; at that moment, his hand was clenched loosely, as if something had left him at the same time.

His brain stopped thinking, and everything in the world slowed down.

Isana Yashiro processed the information and then skillfully soothed the agitated cat.

At this moment, the little white cat had transformed into a naked young girl. Her resistance to his phone call had ceased, and she appeared utterly dejected.

The cat slumped its head dejectedly: "I hate telephones..."

Yatogami Kuroh's coat was forcibly hung on her body. The cat, who didn't like clothes, struggled to throw it back but was stopped.

Watching the two playfully bickering, Isana Yashiro realized that his current state was definitely related to the cat.

Isana Yashiro returned the phone to Yatogami Kuroh and comforted Neko with a smile, "It's alright."

He didn't know what was wrong, he just felt that's how it should be said.

The cat cried out with a mournful face, "Little White, don't separate!"

Baiyin rubbed her head: "Xiaobai is Mao'er's Xiaobai, and Mao'er has long been Xiaobai's Mao'er. We won't be separated."

The cat whimpered, not believing it: "Ugh..."

Bai Yin looked at her with unwavering eyes: "My stupid master won't abandon you."

She gently pressed her fingertip against the cat's cheek: "You have to trust me."

Looking into those lowered, silvery-white eyes, the cat suddenly replied with great energy, "Of course I know!"

The air suddenly became very quiet.

Isana Yashiro looked at the excited girl with a puzzled expression: "Neko?"

The cat froze, raised her outstretched arm and lowered it, her gaze drifting: "I...I am...I am..."

Silver covered his face, concealing his presence only to appease the adorable cat.

Her silver eyes were clear, and a fleeting look of confusion crossed her beautiful pupils before she finally revealed herself.

"Long time no see, Wang."

That's what the girl with short silver hair said.

Isana Yashiro froze: "Y-you are...!"

Baiyin demonstrated a polite manner to him with a blank expression and elegance, every detail of which was textbook perfect, yet she uttered extremely contrasting words.

“My foolish king, continue to deceive yourself.”

"snort."

—

Even with the answer right in front of him, Isana still spent time traveling to the house he remembered.

Standing on the spacious ground, Isana Yashiro, holding a red umbrella, looked around and chuckled softly, "As expected, it's all fake."

Shirogane raised an eyebrow and clicked his tongue: "Not enough, I can still be Isana Yashiro for a while."

The cat said listlessly, "Little White, no!"

Yatogami Kuroh asked in confusion, "Weren't we supposed to be trying to regain the Silver King's memories?"

Bai Yin sighed, shook his head, and said, "Let him enjoy this rare moment of youthful exuberance..."

Changing the subject, she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and looked away: "Besides, we also need the amnesiac Silver King as a little bait."

"Of course, there's no need to worry about him getting hurt, whether mentally or physically."

Silver showed no mercy in using his own king.

Moreover, how can the matter between the king and the king's sword be called exploitation?

At most, it's just mutual help.

Isana Yashiro walked over and asked with a smile, "What are you talking about?"

Seeing his completely oblivious and silly appearance, Baiyin bluntly said, "We're discussing how to use you as bait."

Of course, this so-called bait was just a symbolic thing; she just suddenly wanted to scare him.

Isana Yashiro was taken aback: "A...bait?"

Bai Yin then explained his thoughts in detail.

Isana Yashiro understood, and he asked, "Silver, am I really the Silver King?"

We've returned to the original question.

Isana Yashiro was confused. His memories were labeled as false, and his thoughts were in chaos. He didn't know what to do.

Subconsciously, he inquired about the existence of "Silver".

This time, Shirogane didn't say anything strange. She looked seriously into Isana Yashiro's eyes and said, "Of course you are. You are an indispensable and important existence to me. You are the Silver King, the king who rules over the unchanging."

She emphasized, "You are the most important person to me, and I would never lie to you."

Shirogane's cold eyes were deep and unlit, yet they seemed to draw people in like vortexes, as if they contained boundless sorrow, causing Isana Yashiro's heart to tremble.

It seemed like this wasn't the first time he'd heard something like that...

It is considered the most important entity.

Stubborn and proud, yet never losing her elegant demeanor.

It seems familiar.

She looks like a naive, weak child who needs protection, yet she always seems distant when looking at others.

Those who are close to you can be both affectionate and sarcastic, and they always tend to overthink things.

Isana Yashiro was stunned, then smiled and said, "I see."

"I see."

The words dissipated in the gentle breeze.

—

night.

Baiyin lay on the bed, her hair hanging down in a mess. After a few seconds, she curled up and buried her face in the pillow, as if she was determined to suffocate herself. She clenched her fists and pounded on the pillow as if deflated.

Dongshu picked up the pretty teacup and took a small sip. Looking at her actions, he shook his head helplessly and said, "Don't take your anger out on my pillow. It's innocent."

Bai Yin said sullenly, "What's yours is mine. I'll just punch it a little; it won't break."

Dongshu chewed with his cheeks puffed out, and after a while, he could only compromise and say, "Fine."

Dongshu let out a long sigh of relief. Today's cookies were truly addictive; the silky smooth and crispy texture combined with the sweet aroma was simply delicious.

Although she is plain-looking and not flashy, she is still very good-looking.

Dongshu rested her cheek on her hand, looking at the empty little plate with a worried expression.

At that moment, Kasen Kanesada opened the door, holding a plate of freshly baked biscuits that were still steaming hot.

"Master, the cookies are here."

The tsukumogami's blue-green eyes were clear, and the beautiful color carried an undeniable smile and excitement, giving the whole person a refreshing feeling.

Even the little red bow swaying in his hair seemed to show his good mood.

Two masters!

These have two owners!

Who can understand what this means?

This means it has two owners!

Although everyone knows that the master has become many masters in this world, no one has ever encountered one before, so he is the first one!

Ah, how elegant!

Kasen Kanesada, captivated, smiled gently: "Master, is there anything you need?"

Dongshu waved his hand, indicating that the question the master was asking was about silver.

"No need, she's not hungry."

Shirogane nodded listlessly in agreement: "Kasen, don't worry about me. I'm not a Saniwa, so there's no need to treat me as your master."

Kasen Kanesada's eyes lit up as he replied, "Yes."

—So cute, I want to hug her.

Kasen Kensada continued to revel in his intoxication.

Fuyuki stared at him for a while, her dark eyes revealing the mind of the tsukumogami. She sighed like a little adult and said nothing.

Suddenly, her gaze shifted upwards, and Dongshu's eyes stopped. She pointed to the top of the other person's head: "Kasen."

Kasen Kanesada's purple hair was a little messy, perhaps because he had been in a hurry to make cookies. A few strands of hair were sticking up slightly. This refined and elegant tsukumogami showed a rare and unexpected cuteness.

Kasen Kanesada, realizing what was happening, maintained his refined demeanor and said with a smile, "It's really unrefined of you to let your master see you like this."

They left the room without slowing down at all.

Fuyuki blinked, cupped her face, and sighed at the retreating figure, "Ah, Kasen is always so elegant."

Bai Yin looked at her resentfully: "What's wrong with being elegant? Why don't you go to sleep?"

Fuyuki pointed to the cookies next to her: "I haven't eaten them yet."

Baiyin refused: "We'll eat it tomorrow. Cookies taste good even when they're cold."

Fuyuki: "I want something hot."

Silver: "It doesn't taste good when it's hot."

Fuyuki: "Delicious."

The two were locked in a stalemate for a moment.

His silvery-white eyes met his black ones, swirling around her like a vortex.

In the end, it was Shirogane who first turned his head to the side, muttering as he lay down, "Fine, if you don't want to sleep..."

Dongshu laughed at her: "You came all the way here yourself, why are you still unhappy about it?"

Bai Yin pursed her lips and remained silent.

Fuyuki shook his head, his fingers pressed against his chin, a naive smile on his youthful face: "Then let's go to sleep."

Bai Yin suddenly looked over.

Fuyuki smiled and coaxed her, "But let's eat the cookies together first."

This child hasn't eaten anything all day.

She picked up a piece with her fingertips: "It was made by the Kasen (a famous Chinese singer), it's delicious!"

Bai Yin's delicate little face puffed up, and she drawled out her words in agreement: "Alright then~"

The teeth closed and opened again, and a sweet taste spread in the mouth.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes casting a shadow, her heart filled with fluctuating emotions.

—

Kasen Kanesada touched the bow on his head to make sure he maintained a good image and that his elegant demeanor was perfect.

He quietly opened the door to the Saniwa's room. The light was on inside, and a small dish with only a few crumbs remained on one side. The two little ones were already asleep, lying face to face on the bed.

Their identical faces pressed together, their breaths mingling, their tender hands clasped tightly, like twin flowers that would never be separated.

But there are no real arguments or conflicts between them. They are all of the same origin, so how can there be any differences?

Kasen Kanesada silently took out a small plate, quietly turned off the light, and the entire room was plunged into darkness.

He closed the door, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Goodnight, my master.