Chapter 96 Infertility is also hereditary
Mr. Emiya Kiritsugu remained silent.
As a dark cloud passed by, the sun was covered and then revealed again, the shadows on the two people changed three times. The man who received the assurance of "I will treat you well" still did not give any affirmative response.
Suzuki Sonoko was in a dilemma as she held the man's cold hand.
No matter how sincere and touching the words are, it is just a [notice] that looks like a [proposal].
It didn't really matter whether Emiya Kiritsugu agreed or not, the result would not change anyway, but she had been used to blind dates in her early years, and in the battlefield of blind dates where one person takes the stage after another, she had developed some sense of experiential drama - no matter who she loved desperately today, as long as the label of "fiancé" was removed, she could easily remove this feeling and transfer it to the next person without any sense of incongruity.
Even if she had never seen that person before.
Her attitude towards Emiya Kiritsugu was also affected by this habit. What she said just now was a little too earnest, as if there was still room for him to refuse.
But if Emiya Kiritsugu really remains unmoved and refuses...
Yuanzi rubbed the bony hand in his hand and thought to himself that he could only pretend he didn't hear it and talk to him about the wedding specifications instead.
So she raised her head, thinking that she should just assume that he agreed, say goodbye to everyone and go home, then she stood on tiptoe and kissed the side of the man's pale face lightly.
But before my heel even touched the ground, the "goodbye" I was about to say was stuck in my throat due to a sharp pain!
Sonoko raised her foot and kicked Emiya Kiritsugu's calf, then quickly took her right hand, which was almost pinched and had marks on it, back into her arms and rubbed it, in disbelief: What kind of person is this? A kiss from you makes such a big noise!?
Isn't a kiss goodbye a normal thing to do?!
Because we didn’t know each other well, I kissed her on the face!
She was about to ask a few questions when she looked up and met an unclear face. Because of the height difference, the man's eyes, which were slightly obscured by his hair, were reflected right in front of her face.
Compared to the deep and dead silence earlier, his eyes were as "black" as ever, but there was an extremely violent fluctuation hidden in the repression. It looked like the soul of the magician killer, who had long been disheartened, was making some futile but endless struggle.
Miss Suzuki was stunned holding her paw.
What is this person trying to do? Is his mental struggle so intense?
After complaining about perfection for a few seconds, Suzuki Sonoko was shocked: Damn, I miscalculated!
The man in front of me is a boss who wants to build a happy new world through unorthodox methods. Although his career line has collapsed, his career ambition may not have collapsed. Moreover, his superpowers have not been destroyed by black technology yet. If he still has evil intentions, he will definitely not be willing to marry someone else.
Sonoko thought: Will he feel provoked by me?
Seeing how desperate he was, he probably didn't want to live anymore. If he couldn't think straight, he would drag her down with him...
There's an 80% chance that she won't die, but the severity of her injuries and how long the pain will last are really worrying.
After all, Miss Suzuki has been through a lot, and even at this life-or-death situation, she remains calm.
"You should calm down first."
She quietly took two steps back and said calmly, "The world is so beautiful. Every second you can appreciate it is worth it. Your life has not completely lost hope. Think about your beautiful wife—"
No, this one is dead.
Then: "The adopted son you've chosen, the daughter you haven't seen for a long time, and your lover of ten years."
Especially the last one!
She is still holding it in Yuzhuta's hand!
Miss Suzuki's bright eyes were filled with rich emotions, and the connotation changed every time she blinked: Think about the personal safety of the hostages. If you fight me, it means that you still have the will to resist. Even if you escape successfully and avoid being wanted, it will only protect you.
"You may have no regrets in life and no regrets in death, but what about them?"
Emiya Kiritsugu suddenly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as if carved by two knives.
Yuanzi's dull sense of crisis made him shudder on the spot.
At the same time, he slapped himself in the face.
——This man has only been widowed for a week, and his mistress was arrested just over ten days ago. Even if you want him to be cautious, you shouldn't stab him so directly!
Seeing the man's hand hanging at his side move slightly, Yuanzi wisely raised his hand to cover his face in one thousandth of a second, thinking that if you can't kill me with one blow, the golden old man will definitely come down from the top floor to kill you!
Then, when I raised my hand to my chest, I felt a cool warmth.
Mr. Emiya's movement of raising his hand did not look like a big move to take revenge on society. He looked pale, weak and lifeless, and even the end of the circulation had lost most of the heat. Fortunately, his palm was still the size of an adult man. Once he held something in his palm, the sense of reliability that seemed to be able to completely wrap it up remained unchanged.
Under Miss Suzuki's puzzled gaze, Mr. Emiya Kiritsugu slowly spread out his hands, took the girl's clenched fist and gently placed it in his palm, then slowly stretched out her tense fingers, and finally held them against his chest with a very gentle but unexpectedly firm strength.
The kind of grip where you clasp your fingers together.
The garden scared him awake at that moment.
She realized belatedly that there seemed to be something missing in the way their trains of thought were connected.
After standing there with their fingers interlocked in confusion for a while, Miss Suzuki looked at the man in front of her who was holding her hand without saying a word, and suddenly she understood.
——It’s really a matter of habit!
Her brain can only function in one mode all year round. After putting on the filter of "future husband", not only is her tone of voice too gentle, but her body language is also too intimate!
Ms. Suzuki looked worried with a dead look in her eyes: My original intention was to recruit workers, to recruit people to work the day shift for me, but because of her overly greasy body movements, it seemed like she was forcing people to accompany her to work the night shift!
She looked up worriedly and saw a quiet middle-aged man, who lowered his head and held her hand silently.
What do you mean by this...
Sonoko tried to gauge the man's expression.
Emiya Kiritsugu used to be someone who couldn't express anything, but now his eyes are like dead fish eyes, and she can only see his drooping eyelids.
So, Yuanzi looked at the hands of the two again: Does this mean that they agree to get married after hesitating for so long?
But this was within the scope of consent. She quickly glanced at the other person's lower body. It might be much bigger than she imagined...
But he had gone through so much inner struggle before deciding to give in, and now I'm telling him to have a sexless marriage -
——Does this count as cheating?
Following the sound of footsteps coming from afar, it seemed that the staff inside the tower finally remembered that there was a shortcut here. Suzuki Sonoko thought that the people who came to watch the fun had finally arrived. Unfortunately, I just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, so I turned around, gathered my courage for a long time, and finally broke the awkward atmosphere in the room that had been there for a long time.
"Someone's coming. Let's go somewhere else and talk."
Emiya Kiritsugu remained silent and did not move.
Yuanzi thought that it was not easy for him either. He must have been under a lot of psychological pressure to make up his mind to give up Pipa after just one week of being widowed. It was considered a good self-control that he could resist biting her, the culprit.
But she was not in a hurry. After all, once she explained the nature of the work, his guilt would be relieved.
Since everything was her fault, Miss Suzuki was unusually considerate and thought: Let's not go to her favorite store this time, but go to a place where he can relax and have a good chat with everyone!
So she said, "How about we go see the child you want to adopt?"
——This is also a considerate and polite question.
Emiya Kiritsugu's heavy eyes jumped, and he suddenly raised his voice.
"No!"
Miss Suzuki, who had been confident, gave him a fright.
So I said in confusion, "Huh?"
The man stared at her expression, feeling that her innocence didn't seem fake. Perhaps she suddenly mentioned the child not to criticize his untimely silence...
But compromises are made.
Mr. Emiya noticed the soft hand in his palm move slightly, and thinking that his action had displeased the prince, he softened his strength again and even slowed down his pace, letting the other party lead him and walk in front, taking control of the direction.
Yuanzi tried to pull his hand back but couldn't, thinking, just go ahead and pull it, you're handsome anyway, I won't suffer any loss if you pull it for a whole day.
The pedestrian street of Nanakamado is very long. Although the trees on both sides are lush and leafy, they cannot block the bright sunshine.
In his early years, Emiya Kiritsugu disliked the sun.
This world illuminated by the sun seems to be covered with warm orange and yellow, but its core is too cold and indifferent, and the shadows are even heavier. The so-called sunshine is more like a fig leaf created by the objective existence of the "world", which gives people an lingering sense of hypocrisy.
Now he still doesn't like the sun.
Because the rock-solid spiritual world belonging to [Emiya Kiritsugu] lost the skeleton that supported it and turned into a soft and limp mess. After losing that layer of "armor", the temperature of the sunlight was too high for him.
The man in the yukata looked up and squinted his eyes: every time he walked under the bright sunlight, he would have the illusion that he was about to be swallowed by the strong light, and then he would feel a kind of shame and panic as if there was something under his skin that had nowhere to go.
The same is true today.
But unlike the slowly rising floating feeling in the past, the dazzling sunlight swallowed up most of his perception. When his body seemed to be annihilated in the process of his soul slowly rising, a heavy sense of reality came from the extremities of his limbs.
It was like a sandbag had fallen under the hot air balloon. Although it was very heavy, it pulled him down slowly.
The man's outline was mostly blurred under the sunlight, and his vision was interfered with and lost its filtering ability. He seemed to see a real back of the girl, or as if he only saw an anchor, a dock, or a modified gun that could give him a sense of security.
He heard himself ask her, "Where are we going?"
On the other hand, Suzuki Sonoko's partner rejected the orphanage option, so she simply decided not to take any considerate approach and set her destination as her favorite pastry shop. They had something to eat and chatted, and figured out the scope of business after marriage.
Emiya Kiritsugu's mind seemed to be covered by a veil, a mess that made it impossible to think clearly. A sense of panic was mixed with a hint of anticipation that he himself was not sure of. He just wanted to be alone to sort out his thoughts, so he declined, saying, "I've already had lunch."
Yuanzi took the time to look back at him: This guy looks like he has been on a hunger strike for ten days or so. Not to mention his uncle, even his father feels that his physical condition is worrying. If they don't feed you more "fodder", how can they expect you to "milk"?
There is also a hint of genuine concern here.
"Eating more is good for your health."
She was trying to persuade him gently, but her thoughts wandered and she accidentally said the truth: "You are so thin now, it's depressing to look at you. No matter how long your legs are, they will be useless if they become as thin as bamboo poles!"
Yuanzi took the opportunity to recall the photos of his first wedding in his file and realized that something was wrong.
"The tenth generation leader of the Vongola family will be chosen soon, and we'll definitely have a dinner party then!"
Her eyes suddenly darkened as she muttered, "When you married into the Einzbern family, I remember the Ninth-generation Guardian went to the scene specifically. This means he must have seen you..."
"He was so handsome back then, but now he's become so dejected when he's here with me. Isn't it even more heartbreaking by comparison..."
Ms. Suzuki was filled with resentment and bitterness. "Besides, it seems that the Vongola still has a fiancé who I was engaged to as a child a long time ago. Although he seemed to have a scar on his face the last time I glanced at him, his handsome aura is still as strong as ever."
——In this kind of situation where you bring your current partner to meet your ex, you have to behave yourself no matter what!
She was so upset that she asked Mr. Emiya, "Do you want to find a nursing home and book you in for a couple of days?"
wrong.
This doesn’t work either.
Detective Suzuki Sonoko calmly stroked her chin and pondered, "Eighty percent of the top sanatoriums are related to the Feng family. Feng Jingye is so venomous that I want to break up with him."
And the way he looked at me was strange. "It's better to stay away from their house."
Thinking of this, she sighed tiredly, turned around and stared at Emiya Kiritsugu sadly and said, "We... can only try to eat more."
Then, without waiting for the other party to nod, he assumed that the other party had agreed and waved to call the driver who was parked at the corner of the street.
Emiya Kiritsugu frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "I'm really not hungry."
Whether physically or mentally, his hunger had become very weak. If His Highness felt that he was spoiling the fun when they got there—
“Being hungry or not doesn’t conflict with eating.”
"Especially sweets," Miss Foodie interrupted earnestly, "That's a sense of inner satisfaction."
Her initial goal was to make Kiritsugu Emiya gain twenty pounds.
Yuanzi used all his brainpower, trying to persuade him with both emotion and reason. In a moment of urgency, an idea suddenly struck him: "That's right!"
The girl with a bright smile seemed to have just thought of this. Under Emiya Kiritsugu's almost defenseless gaze, she said bloodyly: "After your wife passed away, your daughter should be the current head of the Einzbern family, right? In that case, she will most likely be present when the Vongola selects the next Godfather!"
Yuanzi thought to herself, "How could I be so smart? If we meet, she'll definitely be sad to see you so depressed. As a father, you wouldn't want your daughter to worry all the time, right?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her hand, which was being held, suddenly tightened again.
Yuanzi was so confused that tears were streaming down her face. She thought to herself, who did I offend today?
——If you continue to be so willful, I won’t hold your hand!
Emiya Kiritsugu looked at the gloomy profile in front of him, his eyes flickering with dim light.
Is it Illya again this time...
So the suppressed sigh was buried in his throat, and the man just nodded slightly and said "hmm".
Seeing that he was finally willing to cooperate with the treatment, Yuanzi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time she couldn't help but be willful and dislike the trouble.
Communicating with him is exhausting. No matter what you want to do, you have to list four reasons. It turns out that they can just live separately after the wedding. After all, as far as she knows, people who like to listen to reason will probably also like to reason with others.
She doesn't want to be scolded at all, especially for the rest of her life.
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The store that Miss Suzuki likes must be quite high-end.
This place is not big, but it has been set up as a private room. In addition to desserts, it also provides light meals. Yuanzi pondered the menu for a long time, but couldn't think of anything that would make him gain weight faster.
She had only experience in losing weight in her life, so she had no choice but to follow the menu all night, and all she saw was meat.
The private rooms have excellent privacy, but due to the limited space and the need to reserve space for decoration, customers will inevitably be very close when eating.
So Miss Suzuki felt even more tired.
If the target is the same plate, the man sitting next to her will subconsciously stop when he sees her about to make a move. Even if Yuanzi picks up some food for him to ease the atmosphere (or to feed him sincerely), the man will still seem to eat it with a particularly dry mouth.
To be honest, after the battle-hardened Miss Suzuki made another shrimp for the other party, she thought with emotion: This was her first time to have a meal with a man, and she actually removed the fish bones and peeled the shrimp shells herself from beginning to end!
After the meat, dessert came.
Here, the previous table was directly removed and replaced with a taller but more beautiful small table.
There were only four goldfish-shaped pastries, and Yuanzi righteously gave up three of them.
Mr. Emiya remained silent. Sonoko had thought that she was almost used to being tired, and that there was nothing wrong with non-violent non-cooperation. She thought, "I'll talk to you after I'm full." But when Kiritsugu handed her the plate, he subconsciously trembled the moment his fingers touched hers!
Yuanzi pursed her lips and lowered her head.
Three goldfish were lying on the mat, their eyes wide open.
Miss Suzuki, who had been feeling awkward for the entire afternoon, instantly exploded.
She raised her hand, threw away the chopsticks, pushed the small table away, and grabbed the man's hand aggressively.
Not only did he catch it, he also bit it with his fangs bared.
"Do you really need to be so reserved?" Even if he had misunderstood the scope of the business, "at least you've been a man with a successful family and colorful flags flying outside for almost ten years!"
"You've even gone so far as to ask your lover to protect your wife—is your style really that innocent?!"
Suzuki Sonoko knew that this helplessness had probably nothing to do with whether she was innocent or not. She was often distracted mostly because she was confused about the road ahead and was afraid of the Onojira Tower.
But no matter why, the coping mode displayed can make people feel uncomfortable. Yuanzi thought to herself that if I had eighty romances, it would be equivalent to being flattered and coaxed by different types of men eighty times!
Meeting this gentleman in Chapter 81 was truly retribution.
"How can we chat like this? You don't even dare to look at me." She forced herself to calm down and said through gritted teeth, "To tell you the truth, our family is attracted to you mainly because of the issue of control. You just need to take care of the company's affairs during the day, and at night-"
Emiya Kiritsugu had returned to his confused expression from a while ago, staring at her with his lips tightly pursed.
So Yuanzi didn't have time to finish saying the word "上" in "晚" (evening).
Because the next second, the man looked up and kissed her.
The kind that sticks out your tongue.
To be honest, it felt okay, but at one point, Yuanzi thought to herself: It tastes like red bean paste.
For Emiya Kiritsugu, the soul and the body are two completely separate parts, and pleasure and pain do not only exist in the body, but mostly come from the soul.
Because they maintained a physical relationship, all the information defined Maiya as his lover, but truly speaking from the heart, this physical relationship was not a physiological need, but a psychological need.
- A kind of psychological comfort that allows the brain to completely empty and the tired soul to get a temporary rest during strenuous physical exercise.
As long as there is no love involved, it doesn’t matter who the object is.
Ultimately, this is a skill that can be developed.
It's like killing someone.
The man with half-long hair held the girl's cheek and gently combed her hair: Since you have committed a serious sin, you have chosen to compromise.
Since there are still people who care about you.
Then there is no need to pretend to be pretentious.
After a while, the slight sticky sound weakened, and the girl with a flushed face lay in the man's arms in a daze, not coming back to her senses for a long time.
"no……"
Suzuki Sonoko's expression was blank.
"Just now," she shook her head, "just now...what were I going to do?"
When I raised my head while keeping this emoticon package of [Is there water in my brain? Listen to the clanging sound.jpg], I saw another face in front of me, whose inner thoughts could not be seen.
The blush and heartbeat that had just appeared were immediately stopped.
Miss Suzuki was exhausted: She mainly wanted to explain to this man that she didn't have to sacrifice her body, but before she could finish her words, she used her body as a token of her allegiance!
After facing such a [compromise], she went to see Mr. Emiya Kiritsugu again and finally realized why eating this meal was more tiring than chatting with him.
——Because although this man did not show any initiative after coming to eat, as long as Yuanzi picked up some food for him because she felt uncomfortable, he would definitely pick up the chopsticks and finish it.
From beginning to end, there is a mysterious sense of...submission.
Yuanzi suspected that if a kiss wasn't enough to express her determination, this man would probably just take off his clothes and have sex with her right there.
At this moment, the girl's palm was still on the man's neck. Because the kiss was so sudden, she pushed it away twice before she became confused.
Under the palm of your hand is the man's Adam's apple, which moves slowly with his breathing, and the honey soothes his heart.
The room remained silent for a long time.
“That’s not right!”
With a cry of surprise, Emiya Kiritsugu watched the girl frantically flip up from the couch, run two steps, stumble, and spin around in the small Japanese-style room, as if the tatami underneath had burned her feet.
This person was running around with his head down, muttering incoherent words such as "That's not right", "No way", "This is a serious problem", "I've never heard that this thing is hereditary..."
"Suzuki—"
Before she finished speaking, Miss Suzuki, who was spinning around in circles, suddenly looked up.
Those eyes were literally shining.
The scene felt like the end of the world, and when I opened the door, I ran into a hungry zombie.
The "zombie" froze for a few seconds, and then pounced back like a hungry tiger. Kiritsugu Emiya fell on his back on the tatami under the powerful impact (he restrained his instinct and did not dodge).
When the dizziness passed, I was faced with a small round face that looked full of hatred and resentment.
The girl was sitting right on his waist. Although the gown she was wearing was very long, it was essentially a Japanese-style skirt. In this position, he subconsciously raised his hand to support her and touched the girl's smooth thigh.
Kiritsugu Emiya's first reaction was to withdraw his hand, but then he remembered the other party's seemingly casual mention of Illya and the Vongola, and he held back his hand from moving.
In a few seconds, his cold hand slowly became as soft as the skin beneath it.
The girl looked at him seriously for a long time, and finally leaned over and kissed him.
It's not like a regular kiss.
She first touched slowly, then rubbed gently, more like licking than kissing. After two kisses, Suzuki Sonoko raised her head again, brushed away the hair that was in the way, then patted Emiya Kiritsugu's cheek and said, "I'm not very good at this, please cooperate."
The veins on the man's palm that was pressing on her leg popped, and he finally pressed the back of her head to "cooperate".
About ten minutes later, Miss Suzuki sat up straight and rubbed her body, her hands still pressed on the man's chest, her cheeks flushed due to lack of oxygen.
"You feel it."
She said it very calmly.
The young man, his clothes all torn apart, lay on his back with his face turned away, not wanting to talk to her.
The girl tried to twist his face again, but her expression was almost exquisite. "It's natural for a normally developed human to react in this state. This is the instinct of humans as animals."
Emiya Kiritsugu felt that this prince truly lived up to the reputation of being a "natural" person - this behavior was simply insane. After resorting to coercion and bribery to this extent, he should just do his job... Why did he have to make a speech?
Over there, Ms. Suzuki, halfway through her speech, had a calm expression on her face. Her eyes were filled with a hint of despair. She muttered to herself, "Why don't I have this instinct?"
Emiya Kiritsugu: Huh?
After muttering these two sentences, Yuanzi seemed to be hit hard. He turned over with a somersault and tried to open the sliding door while muttering to himself like Xianglin Sao. He walked without wearing shoes, holding on to the wall and moving forward step by step.
Only Mr. Emiya, with his clothes in disarray, was left lying there. He realized belatedly that the three goldfish that had died with their eyes open were lying behind him.
Outside the store, Suzuki Sonoko climbed into the back seat of the car trembling, feeling very hopeless about her life.
The driver adjusted the rearview mirror and asked, "Is Miss Sonoko okay?"
Miss Sonoko shook her head and said nothing, the light in her eyes gone.
As the car speed gradually increased, Suzuki Sonoko calmed down a little.
She touched her chest and thought: Is there something wrong with me?
After she tasted the bean paste-flavored kiss, a white light flashed through her mind, and her first reaction was: What the hell!
——It’s only been three days and she’s already been kissed by two men of different tastes. Is this because she’s almost an adult and another wave of romantic opportunities is coming?
My second reaction was that the sweet aftertaste of the red bean paste was really rich and refreshing.
——Butter, honey, and almond powder may be added when frying the filling.
The third question is [Do I have a problem?].
A normal girl was kissed three times, and her first reaction each time was: it was all about taste!
Emiya Kiritsugu with red bean paste flavor
Munakata Reiji with a light tea flavor
And that bitter tea-flavored Yato from yesterday.
Yuanzi smacked his lips subconsciously
Since she was four years old, she has been deeply aware that she is a straightforward face lover. When she meets a good-looking person, her IQ can drop to negative numbers. She will easily become excited and then disappear for all kinds of trivial reasons.
But in fact, this kind of throbbing is really just child's play.
Suzuki Sonoko's "like" is essentially a pursuit of inner satisfaction.
The reason why one can change one's heart so quickly, seventy or eighty times a year, is because this kind of liking is no different from eating or buying clothes. One may even subconsciously pursue a certain trend of the day.
For example, we said a few dozen chapters ago that the most handsome and ethereal male image in Sonoko's mind is Tsuruga Ren in a white suit - so it was the two seniors in the white shirt style who she had a crush on in those three months.
When the popularity of the movie died down, it felt like it was gone in a matter of minutes.
Kudo Shinichi has not been anxious at all in the past ten years because he easily saw through this point.
Yuanzi touched her chest and thought: Compared to her physical needs, her psychological needs obviously accounted for the majority...
The only time she was truly overwhelmed by the opposite sex's hormones was when Urahara-sama was standing behind the counter and touching her hair on the eve of Ichigo's departure for Soul Society.
Urahara is a good man in every way except that he hides it too deeply. Although Sonoko had feelings for him at that time, she remembered her uncle's teachings and should not have any physical involvement with the technicians. She suddenly remembered this just now and suspected that her taste might be biased towards men with mature appearance.
After all, I spent a long time with Emiya Kiritsugu, but I didn't have any extra urges at all...
Since it’s not because of taste preference, is it specifically targeting a certain person?
Miss Sonoko seriously considered changing her route to go to Urahara Shoten and molest the manager.
But she didn't know if it was because of her preconceived notions or prejudice, but when she recalled this blushing hormonal baptism now, Yuanzi was a little confused: at that time, was it because she was used to the great master's decadent and sloppy style of painting, and was stunned by the handsome face under the other party's bangs, so that her girlish heart was doubly overflowing, or was she really seduced by the hormones of the adult man, so she had a real physical impulse.
Miss Suzuki, who was entrusted with the important task of continuing the family line, thought seriously: Am I sexually apathetic?
As expected, a physical examination is still necessary. However, her father's disease is on the prostate, and she doesn't have that part of the body. The complete lack of physical desire might be a psychological factor...
etc.
Suzuki Sonoko felt as if she had been punched in the face, and thousands of horses were roaring through her mind.
Yato once said: [Sonoko's current state is no different from that of an ordinary god of fortune, the only difference is one divine power.]
Her father once said: "Our family's good fortune began the year before Sonoko was born."
The golden old man seemed to have said to her father: "Give up, your daughter can't possibly marry a human being (this was roughly what she heard from him, as she was relaying the story. Her father's point was that the other party was taking revenge for her and secretly cursing her so that she wouldn't get married)."
Sonoko thought: She now knows that the old man is really awesome. Given his ability and broad-mindedness, is that sentence... really a hidden curse?
If what her father said was true, then she could not be considered a pure person from the day she was born.
What's more, she subconsciously touched her head. Although she had been trying to ignore it, she was now a real land god with a name and a surname.
God...is there any need for that?
This is what a thunderbolt would do.
Far away, Miss Suzuki's uncle was still demanding about the quality of his sperm, but here Miss Suzuki suddenly discovered that although she still had her period on time, she might never have had the ability to secrete eggs.
Even if there were, Sonoko thought about how children were born in mythology, but between gods and ordinary humans—
——Will there be reproductive isolation?
The author has something to say: Although it has passed, I still wish you a Merry Christmas.
There were so many things to do on Monday and Tuesday, and I didn’t have a holiday on Christmas Eve. Sorry for being late for two days, I really didn’t have time to write…
Now, Mr. Emiya: This young lady wants to sleep with me, and I give in.
A few months later, Mr. Emiya: When will this young lady come to sleep with me?
It's two completely different things from two different perspectives... In my opinion, Kiritsugu papa at this stage is extremely weak, both physically (after all, he will die in five or six years) and psychologically (his outlook on life has completely collapsed). I always feel that he is written a little too strongly... His emotional scenes are so difficult to write, but I have always supported the Princess Knight so it's okay.
The God of Fortune will appear in the next chapter!
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