Chapter 83, Twentieth Round (2)
Bourbon, it's been a month already, how long are you going to slack off? Get back to doing your tasks right now!
——Gin】
[Isn't it the same to ask someone else for this kind of simple task?]
Gin, you know I was in a car accident, I was injured, I had a concussion. This isn't something that can be recovered in a month. I have to be responsible for my most precious, intelligent mind, and that gentleman has already agreed.
Or are you trying to make me, a wounded soldier, a liability? Or is the organization completely out of options? Or do you look down on the rest of the intelligence team? I'll tell Rum!
——Bourbon】
Furuya Rei added a tilde to the end of the email before clicking send.
Rum is different from Gin. Rum only seeks him out when he has something to do, unlike Gin who simply dislikes Rum's laziness and lack of contribution to the organization, so he always watches him like a hound, urging him on.
Since he already has the codename and there are still six years until the end of the story, why is he working so hard for the organization?
After resolving Shuichi Akai's matter, he can start slacking off with Vermouth.
There was a sudden knock on the ward door, and he opened it after responding.
"Amuro-kun, how are you feeling today?"
Akemi Miyano walked in carrying a bouquet of flowers. She always brought a bouquet of flowers when she came to see the doctor to change the flowers in the vase on the windowsill.
"It's alright, I should be able to be discharged soon." The blond young man in the ward, wearing a loose hospital gown, smiled gently, his aura warmer than the sunlight outside the window.
After changing the flowers, Akemi Miyano turned around, put her hands behind her back, and smiled, "That's great. The Grand Prince is also preparing to be discharged from the hospital. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be tomorrow."
The blond youth paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Really? What a coincidence, I was just planning to be discharged today."
Akemi Miyano couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Although it may not be obvious on the surface, Akemi Miyano is actually a very perceptive and intelligent person, and her experiences from childhood have taught her a lot.
For example, although she didn't recognize the blond young man named Amuro Tooru at first, Miyano Akemi suddenly remembered him after he opened his eyes with a bandage on his face.
When she was very young, she brought a blond mixed-race boy covered in bruises and with a stubborn and strong-willed expression back to Miyano Clinic, asking her mother to apply medicine and tell him to stop fighting.
Compared to the stubborn, tearful boy who once held back his tears, this handsome, blond-haired, dark-skinned young man is now much more composed and powerful, bearing no resemblance to his former self.
He even changed his name, acted as if he didn't recognize her at all, and became Bourbon, a notorious codename member in the organization.
I don't actually feel that way when we're together...
Akemi Miyano had some suspicions in her mind, but she pretended not to know anything and acted as if she hadn't discovered anything.
Just as she discovered through Amuro Tooru's reaction that her new boyfriend, Moroboshi Dai, also had some strange aspects.
If they accidentally react in the wrong way, it might put them in serious danger.
Miyano Akemi turned around as she threw away the withered flowers and saw a familiar black car parked in front of the hospital through the window.
Those were the people the organization was monitoring her for.
Moreover, the car across the street, and the man sitting on the bench downstairs pretending to read a book, are they also from the organization?
Is the increased number of people monitoring her because of Amuro-kun and Dai-kun? Or is it because of Shiho, who just returned?
I have a feeling that something huge is about to happen in her life.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
It might be a good thing, because she felt that neither Amuro-kun nor the Grand Prince were bad people, if her guess was correct...
And most importantly, she alone could not escape the organization with Shiho.
Not only that, Shiho was even controlled by the organization and began researching those terrible drugs because of her...
No, this absolutely cannot continue.
She was only able to live a normal life because of Shiho's existence, but Shiho was being controlled by her and forced to research the kind of things that even parents would sacrifice their lives to destroy... No, absolutely not! Shiho, such a gentle and kind child, cannot be ruined by the organization. No matter the cost, she had to free Shiho from the organization's control.
"By the way, Amuro-kun, you—"
The door was knocked on again, interrupting their conversation.
A doctor in a white coat walked in, adjusted his glasses, and said seriously, "Excuse me, it's time for your examination."
"Then I won't bother you any longer. I'll come back when Amuro-kun decides when he'll be discharged." Miyano Akemi smiled and said goodbye to the blond young man on the bed. Before leaving, she smiled at the doctor at the door and said, "Thank you for your hard work."
The doctor nodded slightly, but the moment the other person turned to leave, he opened his sharp eyes, his expression revealing undisguised disgust and murderous intent.
The doctor, or rather Vermouth, recalled those people's comments about Akemi Miyano.
The idea that she is gentle, kind, considerate, cheerful, and very popular is ridiculous. The claim that her gentle and beautiful smile makes even the murderous intent in one's heart disappear is laughable. The claim that the daughter of a hellish angel is also an angel is laughable.
Putting aside how hateful the Miyano family was for conducting such an unforgivable experiment, even if angels truly existed in the world, they would never show a genuine smile to someone like her.
When Vermouth turned around, she had completely composed herself and transformed back into a flawless doctor.
The doctor took out paper and pen, sat down in front of the hospital bed, and began his serious questioning.
Doctor: "Toru Amuro, right? How are you feeling today?"
Amuro Tooru tilted his head in confusion: "What? Doctor, what did you say? Sorry, I didn't quite catch that."
The doctor paused for a second, then raised his voice: "How are you feeling today?"
Amuro Tooru nodded and said seriously, "Oh, I still feel a bit dizzy, nauseous, and want to vomit. Sometimes my consciousness suddenly becomes blurred, and when I sleep, it's like I'm in a coma and I can't wake up."
doctor:"……"
The doctor picked up his notebook and lightly tapped it on the fluffy blond head, then spoke in his original voice, "Your acting is so fake, Bourbon. How long are you going to keep faking a concussion?"
Bourbon took the notebook down, a sweet, innocent smile spreading across his honey-colored face: "Actually, I was already planning to be discharged, but why did you come? Was it because you were worried about me? I'm so touched—"
Vermouth, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs, interrupted him: "Gin sent me to see if you're faking illness. Honestly, if you're not injured, don't pretend to have a concussion and be lying in the hospital. It's been a month, and you're just trying to slack off. Gin is really angry about your strike; he even called me back from America to work overtime."
Bourbon scoffed and muttered, "Tch, Gin is just trying to mock me. We barely contacted each other before, but this month he's called and texted me several times, and even mocked me for my car breaking down again so soon after I got it fixed, saying that with my driving style, I was bound to get into an accident sooner or later. I've never been in an accident before, this was just an accident..."
Vermouth smiled and said, "Who told you to drive recklessly with him and cause his mission to fail? If you hadn't been there, he would have been mocked by Rum."
After saying that, she sat up straight and leaned against the edge of the bed, curiously asking, "So why did you get into a car accident? You were fine even when you were speeding on a mountain road and driving on a train, but you had such a big car accident in the safe city. Even Gin finds it unbelievable."
Bourbon gritted his teeth, his face full of murderous intent: "Because of that Moroboshi Dai! That guy was daydreaming on the road, which not only caused Miyano Akemi to suddenly bump into him, but even I, who had just driven out from the corner, was startled by the person who suddenly flew out, and my hand slipped and I crashed into the wall."
Vermouth raised an eyebrow: "Really? Your reaction time is that slow? You were startled by someone flying out and crashed into the wall? Were you daydreaming the whole time?"
Bourbon chuckled awkwardly, "Because I had just finished studying a new programming course after two days without sleep, and was about to go home to sleep..."
Vermouth was speechless: "You don't need to work so hard. Even if you want to defeat Sakura, programming is something that can't be fully learned in a short time."
Even though she said that, she knew Bourbon wouldn't listen, so she changed the subject and said, "In that case, it makes sense that Miyano Akemi paid for Moroboshi Dai's medical expenses, and Moroboshi Dai paid for yours. So you deliberately cheated Moroboshi Dai out of his money by pretending to have a concussion and staying in the hospital?"
Bourbon said matter-of-factly, "He still owes me 1 million yen. This is compensation for emotional distress. After all, he made me lose face so badly. If it weren't for Miyano Akemi's sake, I would have killed him directly."
"As far as I know, he's not the kind of person who can come up with a million, is he?" Vermouth chuckled, but the next second her expression changed as she leaned closer and said coldly, "For Miyano Akemi's sake? You've taken a fancy to that woman?"
Bourbon frowned, looking somewhat offended and incredulous: "Are you kidding me? That kind of naive and foolish girl is not my type. I only owed her a favor because she took me to the hospital in time. You know I hate owing favors the most."
The dangerous scrutiny in Vermouth's eyes gradually disappeared, and she sat back down with a smile, saying, "But you also love making others owe you favors, right?"
Bourbon curled his lips into a sly smile, his eyes crinkling like a smug little fox, and said cunningly, "After all, this is more suitable for me to keep gathering intelligence. There's not much intelligence on dead people."
The golden fox bared its fangs, its body gurgling with dark malice: "Besides, isn't a living hell more terrifying than an easy death?"
Vermouth's smile deepened. She stood up, patted Bourbon's shoulder (whose face was full of mischief), and then casually pinched the two tufts of short blond hair sticking up by his ear.
"Alright, Bourbon, stop playing around and come with me on a mission." She was satisfied with her choice of partner.
Although the witch didn't have a black cat, she did have a small golden fox that was black inside.
A cunning and ferocious yet incredibly cute and beautiful little fox.
Isn't this a perfect match for a witch?
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