Child 9
The life of a butterfly is divided into four cycles: eggs, larvae, and then pupae after 4-6 moltings. In order to transform from an ugly caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly, it must endure the painful struggle in a small space alone, so that its shrunken and soft wings can receive nutrients and become full and strong enough to support flying in the air. If it gets even a little bit of kind "help" from the outside world during this period, it will end up with a bloated body with drooping wings and a meaningless death.
Vermouth was not allowed to enter the ward.
In other words, no one was allowed to enter the ward, not even her, the so-called most favored code member. The doctor left the ward in a hurry after injecting the medicine into Karasuma Renye, and the patient's condition could only be observed through the data from the instrument. The old man rarely regained his youthful spirit, and after Gin accepted Kelver's legacy first, he also took a gamble. Now, no matter whether Kelver's legacy allowed him to continue to live or to greet the death that should have come long ago, the leader of the crows refused to let others see his disgraceful appearance.
It was so quiet... Vermouth sat on a chair in the corridor, playing with her nails out of boredom. The doctor next to her looked at the instrument data displayed on the tablet in his hand with a tense face. In order for the patients to get enough rest, the sound insulation materials selected for the ward were the best. But even if the people present understood this, they still tried to prick up their ears, hoping to hear a few words.
The Thousand-Faced Witch relaxed a little, leaning her back against the chair, with a mysterious smile on the corner of her lips that made it impossible to tell what she was thinking. Karasuma Renya had lived for too long, too long, so long that he had outlived almost all of his relatives and friends, so long that his enemies had disappeared or been replaced, and so long that the Black Organization had become accustomed to his existence. Vermouth dared to say that even Rum, the former second-in-command who was ambitious to get promoted, would be disappointed if he got the news of Karasuma Renya's death one day. This old man had relied on more than a century to almost become the Black Organization itself.
So, what will be the result this time? Is it like the research of the Miyano couple 19 years ago, which allowed this old man to successfully prolong his life, or...
“Squeak—”
In the silent space, the sudden sound of the door opening instantly captured everyone's attention. In the corridor, apart from Vermouth, there were only a few doctors and nurses. It can be said that those present were the people that Karasuma Renye trusted the most. Their vital interests were closely related to Karasuma Renye. They hoped from the bottom of their hearts that their leader's life could be continued. Naturally, no one would cause trouble at this time. In other words...
Vermouth narrowed her eyes and stared at the man who walked out of the door. The latter had a face that was familiar yet unfamiliar to her. The hospital gown he was wearing seemed a little small and couldn't even completely cover his straight back. His face was full of strong vitality. Ignoring the doctors and nurses who were already beginning to get excited, the silver-haired woman curled her red lips and revealed an impeccable smile.
"Congratulations, boss."
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