Chapter 98
Her heart was filled with doubt.
Fuyuki always felt that this world was wonderful.
Like drifting clouds, soft and confusing color blocks are pieced together to form a shape that no one can understand.
Her beautiful and gentle appearance conceals all malice, making it impossible for others to see the truth, leaving them only to sink into ignorance.
The feeling of walking in the mist, stepping on cotton, was both novel and unsettling, but invisible constraints restrained all these undesirable actions, like a puppet forced to smile.
What's in the dark corner?
She didn't know.
She was genuinely curious.
At the foot of the winter tree lay withered grass, its vibrant green replaced by a disappointing dull yellow.
But in the less noticeable roots, vibrant greenery is spreading along with a subtle, invisible spiritual energy.
The blue-haired tsukumogami, as always, wore a gentle smile, echoing the girl's excited words. His eyes moved, taking in the invisible thing that was as alluring as a poppy.
Spiritual power...
What he wants.
That which sustains life.
The threads connect, distorting space; this is a world independent of the rest of the world.
Fuyuki led Ichigo Hitofuri into this place, and they stayed there after being comforted by the tsukumogami.
The Saniwa doesn't consider the consequences of her disappearance; to her, it's just a trip to a friend's house.
She ran around the abandoned citadel with great curiosity. Having a powerful citadel, she was truly curious about the scenery. The 197 citadel was not so desolate in the beginning.
This curiosity is genuine.
This place has reached a level of natural savagery.
The air currents will suddenly swirl and twist, the soil around your feet will suddenly sink, and even decaying buildings will launch surprise attacks.
It's like a place that was attacked by Tsurumaru Kuninaga's gang.
As she pondered, the wall loosened, and Fuyuki's steps faltered. Her eyes gleamed as she pointed to a spot and asked, "Ichigo-nii! What's that? It's amazing!"
As she turned around, the undercurrents were suppressed, and all the dangers fell on her original position. It was as if the little Saniwa was favored by the world's fortune, and no danger could befall her.
Ichigo Hitofuri patiently introduced the unique scenery of this dark citadel, holding Fuyuki's hand and never leaving his side.
He glanced at it, then said casually, "That's the remains of an ancient cherry tree."
Fuyuki continued, "That beautiful pink tree that's always in bloom?"
She found it incredible.
Ichigo Hitofuri said, "Yes. Ever since the citadel lost its Saniwa, the Mannen Sakura has gradually declined, until it is in its current state."
He said the Saniwa left the citadel because his term of office had ended.
Fuyuki had no doubts; she didn't care how the Saniwa of the citadel left.
After her question was answered, she looked up at the sky and said naturally, "I want to eat, I'm so hungry."
The young Saniwa blinked at him.
Ichigo Hitofuri chuckled: "Alright."
I feel like I'm finding that old feeling again.
He concealed the look in his eyes and rolled up his sleeves with great enthusiasm: "Let me show you my cooking."
If you've eaten his food, then stay forever...
Dongshu smiled sweetly: "Okay."
She was really looking forward to it.
Ichigo Hitofuri was very serious while cooking. In the unusually clean kitchen, he methodically completed all the steps by himself, and a delicious curry rice bowl was soon presented to Fuyuki.
His appearance was truly unexpected—
This is a tsukumogami that may kill its master.
Dongshu reverently picked up the spoon and happily enjoyed her meal, her expression hidden among her falling hair.
It feels somewhat bittersweet.
They seem to be getting along so well now, but... he's actually scheming against the other person.
She couldn't ignore the warm feeling in her chest.
That's the temperature of the protective charm.
The amulet she carries is not only for defense, but it can also locate objects.
The warmth was proof that the other party being linked was breaking through the limitations of time and space to locate her coordinates.
Dongshu gently swung her legs, trying to relax and shake off the inappropriate thoughts in her mind.
The chair beneath him creaked, like something squeezed out of a hoarse throat, carrying an unyielding gloom.
Just like this Honmaru.
She put down her spoon, clasped her hands together, and said, "Thank you for the meal."
Ichigo Hitofuri, clearing away the dishes, said, "Would you like to rest for a bit?"
Fuyuki asked, "May I go to one of these rooms?"
Use polite language.
Was she respected?
Ichigo Ichiko skillfully cleaned the place, then casually remarked, "The citadel is empty now, so you can choose any room you like."
Fuyuki blinked. He couldn't sense the presence of any other tsukumogami in the citadel, but according to the information, this dark citadel was not originally a beginner's citadel and should have had many tsukumogami.
She pointed to a spot not far away: "Can I go there?"
Ichigo Hitofuri looked over and saw the most iconic building in the citadel, the residence of the Saniwa. His expression remained unchanged: "Of course."
In any case, the castle tower is now no different from an ordinary room.
Moreover, this place is the perfect place for the future Lord to reside.
Fuyuki cheered, chattering away about her thoughts, while Ichigo Hitofuri echoed her sentiments while washing the dishes.
A few rays of sunlight peeked through the gloomy sky above the citadel, bringing warmth to this dark place.
Ichigo Hitofuri tried his best to maintain this moment of peace, while calculating his actions for the evening.
A dark glint flashed in his beautiful, delicate eyes; he wanted to restore this lifeless citadel to its most beautiful form.
He wants to... find his brothers.
No matter what you do.
If possible, it would be nice to let this child stay here forever...
Fuyuki looked at the simple room, which was not much different from what she had described, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She hadn't expected that this tsukumogami would actually listen to what she was saying.
And they actually made it.
Is it a scheme, or genuine affection?
Fuyuki pulled herself into the blanket and took a deep breath. She stared at the dim light, lost in thought.
There are many differences between what she said and what was reported in the intelligence. Neither the supposedly ancient citadel nor the vicious and malevolent tsukumogami seemed to have appeared before her.
But she saw too little today to draw any conclusions, and whatever she saw, she had to keep her promises to others.
After all, it was a friend's request.
If you think about it carefully, she has very few friends.
Perhaps one or two?
She wasn't sure if the people she considered friends were actually friends with her.
Or perhaps she doesn't consider someone a friend to be a friend to her—this is a question that remains difficult to determine to this day.
The line between friendship and friendship is really blurry.
If she calmed down and thought about it carefully, she really couldn't figure out where that boundary was.
She took a deep breath, turned around and pressed the button next to her. The entire room was instantly plunged into complete darkness, with even the dim lights going out.
Fuyuki isn't very good at thinking about profound questions, or rather, she's simply not suited to be a strategist.
But she won't change, will she?
When did this feeling of being surrounded by calculation first appear? She thought about it...
Yes, when traveling.
The human world is complex and complicated, and she really couldn't understand the scheming and intrigue between people, not even spared children.
Generally speaking, adults in a species have a protective instinct towards their offspring, but she didn't feel that when she was a human's cub.
Her parents, who should have been her protectors in her childhood, disappeared very early on, and she continued to survive in that other world alone, using her abundant wealth.
The evil in human nature was also clearly revealed at that time.
What could possibly cause a loyal and devoted spirit to kill its master?
evil......
Who is right and who is wrong?
But those things had nothing to do with Fuyuki; her mission was only one thing.
His dark eyes were deep and somber, as if they had blended harmoniously with the darkness around him.
After a while, Dongshu closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became steady.
And in the darkness of night, the rustling and whispering never ceased.
[Author's Note]
I've booked another cover [The Joker]. I'm the Joker, and I love pretty covers. I'll bring it up tomorrow. Luckily, I'm too lazy to think about the title.
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