Chapter 29 Fifteen Years Old (Part 5)

Neither Dazai Osamu nor Nakahara Chuuya were fools. Given the obvious loopholes in Randou's words, the two naturally understood who was the mastermind behind this whole affair.

"Chuuye, speed up, speed up, charge, charge, charge!"

Unable to refuse Yokawa Rei, Nakahara Chuuya compromised and brought her along.

Because of a bet with Dazai Osamu, he used gravity to fly over with Yokawa Rei.

One Hundred Ways to Use Gravity

Yaochuan Ling experienced the feeling of a roller coaster, but still felt it wasn't exciting enough, so he urged Nakahara Chuuya to go faster.

The boy who could manipulate gravity was initially worried that she wouldn't be able to adapt, but to his surprise, she complained that the speed wasn't fast enough.

"knew."

"I can't help it," said Chuuya Nakahara helplessly.

While protecting Yao Chuanling, he sped into the room.

The well-protected bodyguards felt no bumps or pain, and arrived at their destination in the blink of an eye.

Chuuya Nakahara even gently put her down, making sure not a single hair was lost.

He was confident of victory: "I've won now."

Unfortunately, there was a fourth person present besides them.

"Miss Ling, it's been a long time."

Dazai Osamu, with a smile on his face and his right hand wrapped in plaster, stood not far away, looking completely unaffected.

This was the first time he had seen her since that day.

"Greetings, Dazai-kun."

Yao Chuanling smiled politely.

When Yokawa Rei heard him say he was Dazai Osamu last time, she was so frightened that she ran away immediately.

She thought she would never see him again.

By the way, is Dazai Osamu really that badly regarded?

Both Chuuya Nakahara and Akiko Yosano told her to stay away from him, and the same was true when she asked Itsuki for information.

A heartless Mafia member, a bored suicide enthusiast.

Seemingly just wanting to exchange a simple greeting, Dazai Osamu passed by Yokawa Rei and came to stand in front of Rando.

“I won. I was listing his crimes when you arrived.”

He said smugly.

Yesterday, he planted a listening device on Chuuya Nakahara and deliberately arrived before him.

Going too early wouldn't be fun, and it wouldn't be safe for him to be alone.

This timing is perfect.

Nakahara Chuuya was also unconvinced and stated his reasoning.

The root of the problem lies with Huangba Tu.

He came here specifically to find it.

Lantang raised his hand and smiled slightly.

Golden light surged from his palm, and Yaochuan Ling decisively pulled Nakahara Chuuya away.

What do you want to do?

Yao Chuanling's expression was displeased.

She shielded Chuuya Nakahara behind her and kept a close eye on Rando.

Izanami doted on her, but she was unambiguous in raising her.

Within the ten layers of illusion set up by the Goddess of the Underworld, she also faced many murderous intents.

These experiences made her extremely sensitive to danger.

The atmosphere inside the room instantly turned cold and stagnant.

"Since the little dwarf is hiding behind, I'll hide behind you too."

Dazai Osamu's eyes lit up. It was like playing a game of eagle catching chicks, with Yokawa Rei as the mother hen and him playing the role of the chicks.

And Lantang is undoubtedly the eagle.

Danger, a menacing threat.

Chuuya Nakahara gritted his teeth: "You bastard! I'm still growing!"

He's only fifteen; he can still grow taller.

The tall Frenchman looked down at them and intervened to stop the farce.

His special ability allows him to create a subspace, within which he and Nakahara Chuuya are separated from Yokawa Rei and Dazai Osamu.

Yokawa Rei ran towards Nakahara Chuuya's side.

"It's no use. Without my invitation, no one can enter or leave this space."

Lan Tang said calmly.

He felt even colder, so he wrapped his coat tighter around himself.

"I'd be grateful if you could all die with him."

A large black scythe appeared out of thin air, and Yokawa Rei quickly pulled Dazai Osamu aside.

The sound of metal whistling through the air was rapid and fierce, making Chuuya Nakahara extremely anxious.

He wanted to end the fight quickly.

"Miss Ling is protecting me."

The seemingly weak mafia member, whose sleeve was being tugged, looked surprised.

Dazai Osamu always knew that Yokawa Rei didn't like him.

She makes no attempt to hide her likes or dislikes.

She was gentle and caring towards the Akutagawa siblings, greeted Nakaya with a smile, but was polite and courteous to him.

The elf replied matter-of-factly, "Of course, I don't want you to die."

She doesn't dislike him.

I just find this kid too troublesome, so I don't want to have any contact with him.

But she couldn't just stand by and watch Dazai Osamu get hurt.

"Are you kidding me?"

The troublesome brat paused, his tone inexplicable.

Who does she think she is? Why should she care whether he lives or dies?

This world is terrible, and he has always remained outside of society.

Death is an antidote, but he's afraid of pain; dying like this would be too pathetic.

"You just stay here quietly."

Ignoring the barbs in his words, Yao Chuanling chose a safe place to put him down and led the former leader to the other side on his own.

Like Chuuya Nakahara, she also wanted to end the battle here as soon as possible.

Having Dazai Osamu around is a bit of a hindrance.

Dazai Osamu, oblivious to being disliked, quietly squatted in the corner like a little mushroom.

As Yao Chuanling snatched the scythe, he dodged the attacks and swung it at the barrier.

She used all her strength in that cut.

The knife shattered, and so did the ramparts.

Luckily, I didn't make her angry.

Dazai Osamu thought with lingering fear.

The shattering of the subspace had a direct impact on its master. Lan Tang clutched his chest, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Chuuya Nakahara seized the opportunity, leaped up, and knocked him to the ground.

"Chuuya, what matters is not your identity, but what kind of person you want to become..."

The young intelligence agent, formerly known as Rimbaud, lay on the ground, his expression gentle and relieved. He paused for a few seconds before uttering the last word.

What was he thinking at that moment?

Was it the years in Europe, the events in Yokohama, or the sudden betrayal by his partner eight years ago?

Chuuya Nakahara asked, "Ling, can you save him?"

Yokawa Rei had treated his new injuries, and Nakahara Chuuya knew that she had healing abilities.

He could sense that Rimbaud was completely defenseless, otherwise he wouldn't be on the verge of death.

"Why?"

The elf blinked and reluctantly took Rimbaud's hand.

"But he wants to kill you."

Yao Chuanling is never the type to save everyone she sees.

She dislikes the feeling of life slipping away before her eyes, so she runs away as fast as she can when she encounters someone she doesn't want to save.

Yaochuan Ling dislikes Rimbaud because he wanted to kill her friend. But since Chuuya himself has spoken up, she has to give him face no matter what.

With her palms together, a golden seven-pointed star magic circle appeared in her palms, and the elven girl softly chanted a spell.

"I never thought the sun's warmth would shine on me one day."

He didn't feel cold at all because of the heat from his palms.

Rimbaud instinctively pressed closer.

By this oath, Atil Rimbaud shall not harm Chuuya Nakahara in the slightest.

Dazai Osamu's gaze drifted from their clasped hands to the girl's ear, hidden beneath her blonde hair.

interesting.

This is the first time I've seen someone use supernatural abilities and even change their appearance.

From now on, you are simply you.

Yao Chuanling smiled broadly.

He wouldn't harm Nakahara Chuuya, so she wouldn't harbor any hostility towards Rimbaud.

She softly murmured his name.

Lambo, Lambo.

Her adorable younger brother also has this name.

"Let's begin a new life, Rimbaud."

With this, I wish Little Explosive Hair a safe and smooth journey, and all your worries gone.

"Though the night is lonely and the day is desolate, my soul will forever follow you."

He devoted his loyalty and faith to it.

The incident concerning Araba and the previous leader has thus come to a slow end.

The clock tower rang three times, reminding the hurried people that the time had come.

Yokawa Rei waved goodbye to them. The time to meet Edogawa Ranpo was approaching, and the punctual boy didn't want to be late.

Her high ponytail swung behind her, then suddenly fell down like a fish tail.

"Little Ling—"

Chuuya called out to her urgently, but she ran too fast, leaving only a blur.

The ochre-haired boy picked up her hair tie that had fallen to the ground and, as if possessed, put it on his wrist.

"The little guy is sticky like a slug. Since we're so curious, why don't we follow him and take a look?"

Dazai Osamu's eyes lit up, and he excitedly offered a great idea.

He secretly sized up Nakahara Chuuya. He wasn't as tall, as smart, or as good-looking as him. What was it about him that attracted Yokawa Rei?

“I know who she went to see.”

Chuuya Nakahara glanced at Osamu Dazai and rubbed the hair tie on his wrist.

Before Yao Chuanling arrived, she chattered on and on about her new friend and the delicious buffet she had discovered.

That's her freedom.

After saying that, he left with Rimbaud.

Before leaving, Yokawa Rei asked him to see Rimbaud off in Yokohama, and he also happened to have something he wanted to ask him.

Only Dazai Osamu remained amidst the ruins, and the shattered glass windows revealed the original appearance of the sky.

"Oh."

He stood by the window, his eyes, not covered by bandages, fixed on the sun.

The sunlight shone equally on everyone, except him.

Except for him.

Dazai Osamu knew the answer to that question.

He turned and left.

Your hair is disheveled.

Hearing the wind chimes ring at the shop entrance, Edogawa Ranpo knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

The famous detective smiled and pointed out her unusual behavior.

"Why?"

Yao Chuanling touched the back of her head and, not finding the little cake decoration on her hair tie, realized that her hair had come undone.

"Pistachio mousse and tiramisu will be ready in five minutes, and your favorite strawberry milkshake will be ready in one minute."

The restaurant was packed, but luckily he had helped the manager beforehand and was able to reserve a table in advance.

It's the best spot for a view; in the evening, you can see the sky full of clouds and the Ferris wheel slowly rising and falling.

Edogawa Ranpo closed the menu, knowing what she wanted to ask, and gave her the time in advance.

"Come here and tie your hair up, otherwise it won't be good if it falls on the tiramisu."

As if it had been planned all along, he pulled a hair tie out of his pocket.

Yao Chuanling's hair-tying skills weren't very good, so it was perfectly normal for her hair tie to fall off during the fight.

She tied her hair up this time because she was in a good mood while doing a mission with Chuuya.

So the girl obediently sat down in front of him, wanting to take the hair tie.

She can't tie a high ponytail well, but isn't it easy for her to tie a low ponytail?

She reached out her hand, but Edogawa Ranpo didn't give it to her.

"Let me do it. Although this is Ranpo-sama's first time styling hair, he's definitely much better than you, you idiot."

The world's smartest kid opened his eyes, looking languid and self-satisfied.

His gaze inadvertently drifted to the window, where, at the street corner, stood a member of the port mafia.

"Thank you, Ranpo-chan."

"Yokawa Rei said sweetly."

She quickly moved to a spot where he could easily show off his skills, right in front of the bar, and looked expectantly at the ice cream machine.

I want to eat it.

As Edogawa Ranpo tied up her hair, he saw through her little scheme.

"No way." He said coldly, "You've emptied Ranpo-sama's wallet."

This dessert shop is just as famous for its prices.

Yao Chuanling had agreed to treat everyone, but neither the president's instructions nor his own consideration of this situation had been taken into account.

He used his own salary.

"It's okay, I'll go buy it!"

Yao Chuanling shook his newly tied-up hair and manually shut his mouth.

"It's about giving and receiving, and it's about reciprocity."

She skipped over to the counter and told the cashier she wanted two more ice creams.

Edogawa Ranpo gazed at her radiant profile and silently counted down in his mind.

three,

two,

one.

She returned happily carrying two bowls of ice cream.

One bowl was strawberry mochi, and the other was crispy chocolate. I don't know if it was the staff's preference, but her bowl of strawberry mochi was particularly generous, and it was also garnished with blueberries and mango.

"Sister Yuna said we are today's lucky customers and received free ice cream bowls!"

Edogawa Ranpo took the bowl of crispy chocolate without asking.

The "lucky customer" that Fujiwara Yuna mentioned was just a surprise prepared by the detective to make her happy, something he had anticipated in advance.

Wow, you're so lucky today!

He had no intention of revealing the truth.

As Yokawa Rei sat down, he naturally divided half of the condiments in his bowl into Edogawa Ranpo's bowl.

She corrected the flaw in his statement: "We are all very lucky."

She pushed the modified crispy chocolate bowl toward Edogawa Ranpo.

Now all the desserts were served, and the elf, biting her spoon, hesitated between the tiramisu and the milkshake.

"spirit--"

Edogawa Ranpo called out to her.

"Hmm?"

The elf looked up in confusion, only to be met with the camera lens.

Sunshine, desserts, and her.

Yao Chuanling curiously leaned over to take a look. Edogawa Ranpo snapped a photo casually, without any particular compositional skills, yet it captured a lively and playful feeling.

"nice!"

Words of praise came out of his mouth.

"Of course, I am the world's number one detective."

The black-haired cat proudly curled the corners of its mouth.

Yao Chuanling is the most skilled at sweet talk; even the most intelligent and wise detectives find it hard to resist her sugar-coated bullets.

When Fukuzawa Yukichi came to pick him up, Edogawa Ranpo placed a button-shaped object on the table.

"People from Port Mafia resort to such pointless tactics."

While tying Yao Chuanling's hair, he discreetly removed the listening device; this sentence was deliberately spoken to that person.

The boy standing at the corner.

They won't admit they're wrong.

Mori Ōgai's apprentice, whom he always kept by his side.