Chapter 77
Red King Sword
Dongshu sat upright, not daring to blink. Beneath him was the still-warm ground, above him was the inky sky, and all around him were people from the Crimson Alliance and the Azure Alliance.
Especially those standing at the very front, one with his hands in his pockets and the other holding a sword.
The air was still, and the opposing allies, who had been unusually quiet, stopped what they were doing. All the fighting gradually ceased when the Red King's Sword of Damocles began to manifest strange phenomena.
Something enveloped in fiery red flames fell to the ground, floating lightly, without a trace of violence, and as calm as the color red.
As the flames subsided, the creatures silently waiting there caused everyone to frown.
It was a girl, a child who shouldn't be here.
Yet, deep down, she felt that this was how she should be, that she should be the center of attention, that she should be bright and unrestrained.
Fuyuki straightened up, her long black hair reaching her waist with faint traces of red mixed in, and her eyes looked directly at Suoh Mikoto—the Red King.
Simply put, he is a very charismatic figure who can attract so many followers. Strength alone is not enough; the appeal of his personality is also a powerful factor.
Ripples appeared in Dongshu's dark eyes. A power even smoother than spiritual energy circulated within his body, and a bright red appeared in the ink.
The flames rising from the blackness were of the same origin. Suoh Mikoto, who was in a bad mood after being interrupted, raised his eyelids and finally became interested.
He said, "A sword?"
Dongshu tilted her head and blinked, then softly called out, "Hello, King."
She didn't say much.
A harmless appearance, a blazing flame, and a beautiful red color.
Everything is understood without words.
—
"Anna, Anna! Look! Beautiful flowers!"
"It's a beautiful red." Anna Kushina exclaimed in amazement as she leaned closer and touched it with her fingers; it felt warm and soft.
Joy welled up in her pale red eyes. This girl, delicate as a doll, looked soft and gentle in every way. Although she was a quiet child, she never made anyone feel ignored.
This is a child who is loved.
At the same time, in love, she will also love others.
Just like the Red Alliance called HOMRA, they are family.
Dongshu blinked and chuckled foolishly, "Hehe."
Although the power she wields as the Red King Sword originates from the same source as Suoh Mikoto's, each unique shade of red carries its own special feeling.
Just like Anna Kushina's favorite red.
—The most revered red, the only red.
“Your Excellency.” Anna Kushina suddenly turned around.
Fuyuki understood and looked in that direction; Suoh Mikoto was coming down the stairs.
He looked like he had just woken up, and he seemed very listless, like a tired lion, sitting leisurely on the sofa, his territory naturally marked out.
Seeing the two people sitting close together, Fuyuki moved to a different spot and sat down at the bar.
She is somewhat short, but that doesn't stop her from drinking.
"A glass of juice, please."
Before long, the orange liquid swayed in the glass, and the sweet taste flowed from the tip of her tongue into her stomach. Dongshu swung her legs, relaxed and carefree.
"Is Fuyuki bored?" Totsuka Tatara sat down next to her, his hand casually hanging down to the side.
This third-in-command of HOMRA is as kind-hearted as ever.
Fuyuki held her cup, gently shaking her head. Her completely black hair fell smoothly down, and her voice was soft: "It just feels like... King seems to be sleeping even worse. Is it my problem?"
Her presence should have made the Red King's power more stable, thus reducing his hateful and tyrannical emotions.
Correspondingly, Suoh Mikoto's sleep should improve.
But now, he not only slept until the afternoon, but when he woke up, he leaned on the sofa looking like he hadn't woken up yet, and he didn't say a word even when Kushina Anna was next to him.
Not a single word!
This doesn't seem right.
"Pfft."
A crisp laugh rang in his ears, and Dongshu looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Tatara Totsuka clenched his fist, covered his mouth, and suppressed a laugh: "No way, King just wants to sleep."
Kusanagi Izumo steadily put down the cup in his hand, a hint of helplessness in his eyes hidden behind his glasses: "Is this all Wang Jian is thinking about? You're so naive."
"What does this have to do with simplicity?"
Fuyuki disagreed; she didn't consider herself a blank slate without any schemes.
“I’m just making a reasonable guess, after all, King’s state is quite unpredictable.” She felt disappointed. “I don’t feel like I’m on the same page as the King I chose.”
She is clearly a sword now; in a sense, Suoh Mikoto can be considered her master as the Red King's sword.
It's completely different from the Tsukumogami.
It's so hard to get along with a complete stranger.
There are only five people in the bar now, which is unusually quiet in the Red Group.
Fuyuki downed the orange juice in her glass in one gulp, then gently placed it on the bar counter. She sighed and sat down, sullenly resting her chin on her hand.
Looking at her expression, Totsuka Tatara chuckled and picked up the camera beside him: "Want to take a look?"
The young man with flaxen hair exuded gentleness and affability.
Fuyuki sighed again, even though everyone wasn't like this at the beginning.
When her identity was confirmed, the Azure King of the Azure Alliance's glasses reflected so brightly they almost reached the sky, as if he wanted to stare her through.
As expected, the identity of the Sword of Kings is quite terrifying, but it is also a very novel experience.
"I want to see." Fuyuki was very curious about what would be in Totsuka Tatara's camera.
As expected, it's something very heartwarming.
Fuyuki sighed.
She pressed the button as instructed, and the next second her bewildered expression appeared on the screen.
"Huh? Huh?" Fuyuki was shocked. "This isn't... how did it get photographed?"
"Tatara, how do I delete it?"
"Why did you delete it? It's so beautiful." Totsuka Tatara took the camera and looked at the image on it with great interest.
The composition wasn't great, but Wang Jian's innocent and bewildered face was the best enhancement.
His finger pressed a button, and the unexpected image was saved.
"Huh?" Fuyuki said sadly, "Why didn't you delete it? It's so ugly, and there's even some material in it."
Kusanagi Izumo, holding an unlit cigarette, said, "Well, it's not bad. An unexpected photo is always a pleasant surprise."
Whether this was an accident or not is hard to say.
Fuyuki remained silent. The red decor of the shop created an eerily calm atmosphere. Her mind raced, casting shadows on the ground.
The gazes of Totsuka Tatara and Kusanagi Izumo were immediately focused on the suddenly quiet King Sword.
Suddenly, she raised her eyes, looked at the two drowsy people over there, and nimbly jumped to the ground.
“Anna.”
The bar lights seemed dim at that moment. She stepped onto the wooden floor and approached the two of them step by step, calling out the white-haired girl's name.
Anna Kushina opened her eyes blankly, her face still showing signs of sleepiness.
Fuyuki grinned and raised his hand, his smile widening.
Crack!
The image freezes.
[Author's Note]
Gomenase has changed the cover again [crying emoji] I'm never changing it again...
There are little red envelopes for the little angels in this chapter, thank you for finding me [kiss]
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