Chapter 19
Third person perspective.
The dim overhead light barely illuminated the small room.
Her medium-length hair, not yet fully combed, was draped over her shoulders. Dongshu yawned, her eyes filled with drowsiness, her eyelids drooping.
She slowly combed her hair with a small comb, making her messy hair neat and fluffy. She tied a blue hair ribbon around her wrist, wrapped it around a few times, and casually tied a knot with one hand, with the excess part floating in the air with her movements.
He placed the wooden comb on the table, got up, walked to the window, and opened it.
As night falls, the sky is filled with dark, star-studded clouds, like a giant net enveloping the entire city, making one feel heavy-hearted. Outside the window, all is silent, devoid of any life or liveliness.
As Dongshu was about to move a stool, a pair of hands picked it up before she could. It was Gokotai, who looked down at her with his eyes lowered: "Master... let me do it."
"Mmm," Fuyuki blinked in response.
Standing on a stool, with her hands resting on the windowsill and her face on her arms, she saw that the bright sky was unlike her eyes; it had no brilliance, only a hazy gray layer, and even the moonlight could not reach it.
It was still dark, but she was fully awake. The full moon hung high in the night sky, the stars shone brightly, and the dim lights behind her flickered, but she felt they weren't bright enough.
It was just an endless expanse of darkness, like a bottomless black hole, swallowing all the light.
She closed her eyes, then opened them again, and then closed them again. All she could see was darkness, and she couldn't see anything clearly.
Unable to sleep, a warm, large hand appeared on Fuyuki's head, and a small head rested against hers. She tilted her head, her voice muffled: "Tsurumaru..."
There was no response, only a sudden tightening of his breathing.
She's been in this other world for almost a month, which is about the same amount of time she's spent in the citadel.
With a helpless sigh, he raised his hand and rubbed the white head that had come closer. When the little dagger came closer, he took off his hat. His white hair was a little messy, but it felt soft to the touch.
This is also one of the reasons why she likes to pat Gokotai's head.
Time passed in silence. Dongshu watched the endless sky with her companions, seeing the sun rise, the clouds drift away, and finally disappear completely. The sun finally showed half of its red head, slowly leaping out from the horizon, and then greedily trying to hide its whole body in the clouds.
The sunlight pierced the darkness and shone into the room, a wave of warmth washing over her body. Gentle spiritual energy filled her body, washing away her fatigue and weakness. She stretched.
There's another appointment we made today.
—
The blonde girl stood by the roadside waving to Fuyuki, sunlight falling on her fair face: "Fuyuki-chan! Over here!"
Her blue eyes were clear and bright, innocent and carefree. She wore a red dress with delicate lace embroidery, which looked quite valuable.
Her blonde hair was adorned with a matching bow, and paired with black and gray stockings and red leather shoes, she looked like a little angel.
"Alice." Fuyuki quickened his pace and came to the girl.
Alice was fuming, waving her arms in dissatisfaction: "You're three minutes late! That's too much, Fuyuki-chan."
Even when a cute girl is angry, she still looks adorable.
Fuyuki clasped his hands together, tilted his head to look at her, and said with sincere apology, "I'm sorry, Alice-chan."
Alice puffed out her cheeks, reached out and pinched Fuyuki's cheeks, gently pulling them outwards.
"Next time! Absolutely not!"
Dongshu's eyes crinkled with a smile: "Okay~"
So cute.
"Fuyuki-chan, let's go eat cake~"
"Okay, let's try a different flavor today."
Dongshu silently used her spiritual power to dry the last bit of wetness off her clothes.
Even though I was very careful, it still got soaked.
I must be more careful next time. The wonderful time I spent with my fellow dessert lovers was almost ruined. Although fellow enthusiasts aren't people, there weren't many people around her anyway.
She no longer worries about money, and it's no problem for her to occasionally indulge in desserts like this.
As she thought about the newly lit page in the sword-wielding book, her joy deepened.
—
That night, Tsurumaru Kuninaga returned under the moonlight. He avoided all eyes and, as if appearing out of nowhere, quietly returned to the small house.
At that moment, Fuyuki was worried because she didn't see the familiar katana in the house. When she saw him return, she felt relieved: "Tsurumaru, welcome home."
"Hmm." Looking at the Saniwa who was waiting for him, Tsurumaru Kuninaga crushed the small ball of light in his hand that he had originally intended to show to her.
The data-like life force struggling within the sphere of light collapsed instantly and vanished without a trace.
"I'm back."
Tsurumaru Kuninaga seemed to have shed some kind of restraint, looking very relaxed. His eyebrows were relaxed, and even the corners of his eyebrows revealed his ease.
Then, to Fuyuki's astonishment, he produced a bag as if by magic. The bag opened, revealing a considerable amount of money inside; the previously dull banknotes now seemed to radiate light.
"That really scared me!"
Hearing the familiar words spoken by the Saniwa, Tsurumaru Kuninaga's eyebrows curved and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a bright smile.
"These are gifts from a friend, and I'm giving them to you as a surprise."
"Is it okay?" Fuyuki hesitated.
“Of course.” He blinked, then suddenly changed the subject. “Life is not surprising at all now. If this continues, one day my heart will die first.”
"Tsurumaru?"
The spirit picked up the master, a radiant smile on its face, its golden eyes shining brightly, the moonlight shimmering like a veil, making it appear like a god.
No, he himself is a god, and so are the tsukumogami.
"I feel like my heart is about to die. Maybe I need to create some shock."
"Master, give the order, and the spirit will do everything in its power for its master."
"Hiss..." Just as she was being drawn to the white hair ends that were shimmering in the moonlight, Fuyuki felt a sudden pain in her fingertips, which quickly disappeared. She frowned.
A drop of blood that had spilled from her fingertip was enveloped by Tsurumaru Kuninaga's hand, along with her small hand, which was the same hand that had just scratched her finger with something she couldn't see.
It was a strange feeling; Fuyuki could clearly control the drop of blood that had left her body, and she could feel what the blood was incorporating.
At the same time, a connection was established between the two, and Tsurumaru Kuninaga's aura suddenly became intimate.
It is a contract.
Unlike Gokotai and the others, this is the same feeling as Kashuu Kiyomitsu, a connection from the depths of his blood.
What's the difference?
The red button clicked on Dongshu's memories, and the messy information she saw from the terminal was sorted out and refined. The chaotic and disordered information was quickly organized, and she extracted the answers she wanted from it.
Unlike ordinary contracts, this is a more powerful contract, one that is more effective on both parties. It is guided by blood and its form is constructed with spiritual power.
The contracted party is affected by the contractor's abilities, becoming stronger when facing stronger opponents and weaker when facing weaker opponents, while the contractor has the ability to control everything about the contracted party.
The existence of the contract depends on life and death and the contract holder. It is a completely sacrificial contract, but it is extremely suitable for the Saniwa and the Tsukumogami.
The Tsukumogami are loyal and powerful.
They would give their all for their master.
"Master." The white-haired tsukumogami seemed to be glowing, and his golden eyes were bloodshot, making him look extremely eerie.
Tsurumaru Kuninaga reached out and smoothed the frown on the Saniwa's face.
Fuyuki stared into those golden eyes, and a sentence suddenly popped up from the jumbled information: "Only corrupted Tsukumogami can sign this contract."
Corruption, evil and defilement, is a symbol of the fall of gods. Political criticism does not expel them, after all, many of them are corrupted by the inquisitors.
—
"Fuyuki-chan—!" The girl deliberately dragged out and amplified her voice to bring Fuyuki back to her senses.
Alice noticed the person in front of her was distracted, and angrily crossed her arms and turned her head away: "That's too much!"
Fuyuki blinked and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Alice..."
Her gaze darted left and right, and suddenly a familiar dessert shop caught her eye, causing her to perk up immediately.
"Alice! Sweets are justice! Let me atone for your sins with justice!"
Alice: "?"
Alice looked in the direction she was pointing, and even though she still looked angry, her body betrayed her and she walked in that direction.
"Let's go then~"
The tone rises.
[Author's Note]
[sunglasses]
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