Chapter 78
Gold and Red
HOMRA's daily life is always noisy and chaotic, but the harmonious atmosphere always makes people want to immerse themselves in it.
Coming to my senses, looking at the smiling faces around me, I can't help but smile back.
That's probably the unique charm of this group.
"You really like orange juice that much?" Kusanagi Izumo asked helplessly as he filled the empty glass. The clear orange liquid gurgled and reflected light.
Dongshu nodded: "I like it, it's delicious, super delicious."
Her eyes crinkled with laughter as she savored the moment with satisfaction.
"It's getting hotter and hotter lately, is there anywhere you want to go, Fuyuki?" Totsuka Tatara leaned over and asked with a smile.
Dongshu shook his head in confusion: "I don't know much about it. I haven't paid much attention to those things."
And she wasn't hot.
She wasn't really interested, but the topic had been brought up.
Everyone was talking at once, while Fuyuki and Anna Kushina sat together, watching the group of grown men having a heated discussion in bewilderment.
Oh, except for Suoh Mikoto, he still looks so listless, he really needs to be put out in the sun.
Fuyuki held the glass in both hands, her body swaying slightly, and her half-closed eyes suddenly opened.
She sensed it.
"Alright, let's go then."
Kusanagi Izumo finalized the decision, then looked at Suoh Mikoto: "King?"
Suoh Mikoto nodded.
This means "go".
Having successfully taken their king out and secured a wonderful picnic, everyone cheered and began preparations.
Fuyuki stretched out a hand and waved it in front of Suoh Mikoto: "King, I'm not going."
Suoh Mikoto looked at her, his eyes quietly revealing a sense of doubt: "What do you want to do?"
Dongshu smiled and said, "A friend has come to visit, so we need to go and meet them."
Heaven knows what friends the Red King Sword actually has. Faced with these flawed statements, Suoh Mikoto simply nodded: "Alright."
"Don't let anyone bully you."
No, it won't.
Fuyuki confidently declared, "No one can bully me."
In this world, no one can be born who can bully her.
This is a favoritism from the "mother".
"Fuyuki, are you leaving?" Kushina Anna suddenly grabbed her hand, her voice trembling with confusion.
“What did Anna see? Please don’t believe it, there’s no way to ‘see’. Anna, I’ll always be here for you,” Fuyuki reassured her.
The commotion attracted everyone's attention.
Misaki Hatta asked directly, "What does Wang Jian want to do?"
This straightforward and action-oriented person didn't mince words and asked the question directly.
Seeing this, Fuyuki sighed, "It's really nothing, why did you ruin the atmosphere? It's just meeting a friend, not an enemy."
She touched her head, revealing half of her slender, fair wrist through her sleeve, the faint red aura on it highlighting her extraordinary nature.
The crimson rage was so intense that the leakage of its aura was inevitable, but Fuyuki hadn't expected it to affect everyone.
Especially the perceptive Anna Kushina, a child with exceptionally strong senses, was surprisingly uneasy at this moment.
It seems I really need to make a trip there.
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You're too eager, even though it's been a long time since we last met.
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Looking at the towering building in front of her, Fuyuki tidied the stray hairs by her ears, a faint smile on her face, and stood there quietly waiting.
The Imperial Pillar Tower is located in the very center of Shichikamado, the main territory of the Golden King. It is the symbol of the Golden King and his residence.
The above is a more official explanation.
To put it simply, it's the lair of the King of Gold.
Winter Tree's black hair has completely faded, replaced by a dark red, not like a blazing flame, but more like a flame that is about to go out.
Her red vertical pupils were calmly set in their sockets, and her youthful and gentle face softened her aggressive demeanor; the Crimson King Sword was merely waiting.
Waiting for my friends to arrive.
"red."
A bright color suddenly caught her eye, and a girl with long golden hair held her hand, which was as reassuring as the power she wielded.
"gold?"
Two beings with identical faces looked at each other and smiled, their red and gold merging and blending together.
Just as they were originally one, they were beings of the same origin.
Dongshu's consciousness lingered on the two King Swords, yet remained high in the sky, watching this miraculous scene from the world's perspective.
She exclaimed, "That's incredible!"
The world chuckled: "This is your first time using this power. You'll get used to it in the future."
Dongshu tilted his head, his dark eyes still bright and warm: "It's very interesting, I'm very happy."
She looked at the two people who were leading the way into the Imperial Pillar Tower: "I'll go take a look."
She found everything here fascinating.
It looks completely different from how it looked when I left.
"good."
As her consciousness entered the body of the Golden King Sword, Fuyuki paused, a strand of red hair brushing against her cheek. The intimate connection made her grip the Crimson King Sword even tighter.
The Crimson King Sword looked at her, its gentle red eyes reflecting her face—they were the same.
But in the eyes of others, they are not the same.
Even if the same face were to appear before one's eyes in perfect replica, no one would perceive any resemblance between the two.
Fuyuki gently curved the corners of her lips: "Come, Akane, I'll take you to see the Emperor."
The Crimson King Sword nodded obediently: "Okay, thank you for disturbing you."
This is my first time visiting a colleague.
The second king, the King of Gold, is the Great Enlightened One of the Kingdom.
The Golden King's power is destiny; he can unleash people's talents to the fullest extent. As a result, the Golden King's clan is spread across all industries, and all of them are elites.
After decades of operation, the King of Gold's intelligence network is terrifying. This old man, who holds the lifeline of the nation in his hands, is undoubtedly the strongest king.
Along the way, people dressed like rabbits kept stopping to salute and greet them. Their faces were covered with masks, and they wore the same clothes, so they looked no different from each other.
They are the personal guard of the Golden King, beings who have completely erased their names and identities to serve the Golden King.
People call them "rabbits".
Very vivid and apt.
It has a cute little short tail behind it.
The spacious area was completely silent.
Fuyuki stepped forward, holding the Red King's sword by the hand. The old man sitting there with his imposing presence had eyes as sharp as ever.
"The Crimson King's Sword?"
"Hmm." Fuyuki leaned in alone, his golden eyes gleaming. "I want to see the stone slab."
She paused, then added, "Dresden."
Guo Changlu looked at her with a complicated expression. The recent appearances of Wang Jian and others had inevitably attracted the attention of some people, but those restless little thoughts were quickly suppressed and were not a big deal.
However, it's quite a novel thing for someone of that age to suddenly have a child around.
Seeing that he didn't reply, Golden King Sword expertly curled his lip: "Is it not allowed, Lieutenant?"
"You don't even trust me?"
After just two sentences, poor Wang Jian's eyes were already brimming with tears, as if they were about to fall at any moment.
Guo Changlu Dajue: "..."
Especially since their own Wang Jian is a crybaby.
He rubbed his temples.
It's upsetting.
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