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"Aoi↑zaki↑orange↓子↓"
A roar erupted, and Aozaki Aoko, who had physically stormed in, realized she had been tricked by Touko again. She stormed to the table and, seeing her sisters arguing again, Morgan suddenly felt that her life wasn't so bad after all.
Chapter 109 The Tea Maniac
In the Western-style mansion in Misaki City, the sun rose as usual, and the chirping of robins echoed in the empty mansion. Kuonji Yuzu, dressed in a black dress, walked down the escalator. The tireless man stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window as he had yesterday, working tirelessly, like a machine without any human presence.
Despite being human, he doesn't need to eat, making him seem like a monster. The man in front of her can generate endless magical power simply by breathing. Even Kuonji Yuzu herself can't understand it, but with the excuse of an extra ornament in her house, the witch in the fairy tale has already accepted this anomaly that has invaded her kingdom.
Maintaining the fine tradition of drinking seven cups of black tea a day, even if she skips breakfast and is somewhat strapped for cash, Kuonji Yuzu will still pick up a cup of slightly warm black tea, skillfully take out Monday's tea set from the cupboard, take out the fine tea leaves from West Bengal, India, and enjoy the process of brewing black tea. Kuonji Yuzu welcomes the most comfortable time of her day.
The steaming boiling water, tinged with a reddish-brown hue, filtered through the mesh. As the aroma filled the pot, timed it precisely, and placed the filtered tea leaves and teapot on the warming stove, humming a fairytale lullaby, Kuonji Yuju began her spell.
Milk, orange slices, sugar cubes, juice... Although she grew up in Japan, as a witch of British descent, Kuonji Aratsu perfectly carried on the fine traditions from the culinary desert. Holding up the Monday morning tea she had carefully prepared, she took a small sip and felt her hunger lessen.
Time passed, and with a Buddhist-like attitude towards life, Kuonji Yuju could while away the morning with just a cup of black tea. She skillfully moved the teacup to her side, and the sound of running water filled the cup. The black tea in the cup was just right. Looking at Kenneth, whose eyes were still empty, perhaps to test the limits of Kenneth's instincts, Kuonji Yuju picked up the teacup that was upside down on the table and handed the full cup of black tea to the man beside her.
With his empty eyes, Kenneth, whose brain was currently clouded by the root cause and who couldn't even speak properly, put the swirling black tea to his lips. Under the witch's gaze, a rare look of disgust flashed in Kenneth's empty eyes. In front of the black tea fanatic, following his body's instincts, Kenneth poured the black tea that Kuonji Aratsu had carefully prepared into the sink.
*Smack!*
She slammed the fairy tale book shut. Before Kuonji Yuju could react, Kenneth, who was washing his teacup in front of the cupboard, took out tea leaves, a teapot, and started boiling water in one smooth motion. Noticing Kenneth's actions, Kuonji Yuju, feeling that her professionalism was being challenged, temporarily suppressed her anger.
Kenneth took down the boiling kettle, but instead of brewing tea, he first rinsed the teaware with scalding hot water, placed the tea leaves in the strainer, and poured boiling water over them. Watching the reddish-brown tea flow into the sink, Kuonji Yuju felt her blood pressure about to explode.
After rinsing the tea leaves, Kenneth placed the strainer over the teapot, letting the fine stream flow down. With a flick of his wrist, each tea leaf released its aroma as Kenneth poured it in. Skimming off the foam from the spout, he picked up the still-warm teacup and, in front of Kuonji Yuju, poured himself a cup of tea that was much clearer than before.
Adding a small sugar cube, Kenneth placed the still-simmering black tea in front of Kuonji Yuzu. Despite not making any unnecessary movements, Kuonji Yuzu felt as if the other's voice echoed in her mind: "Little sister, you're no good."
As a meticulous witch, adhering to the principle that one cannot comment without tasting, Kuonji Yuzu picked up the teacup in front of her under Kenneth's gaze. The slightly scalding tea entered her mouth. There was no complicated flavor, only a faint bitterness followed by a sweet aftertaste on her lips and teeth. It was simple, yet very refreshing.
It was this back-to-basics flavor that dispelled the complex taste of English black tea, and feeling this unprecedented freshness, Kuonji Yuju slowly closed her eyes.
"This brewing method is surprisingly good."
After savoring the bitterness in her mouth, she looked at the pot of black tea she had prepared. As a black tea fanatic, Kuonji Yuzu decided to try something different. Looking at Kenneth, who had already poured her a cup of tea, Kuonji Yuzu turned her gaze back to the fairy tale in her hand.
The old clock ticked away, carrying the scent of time. It was past noon. Having survived the morning on black tea, her empty stomach was protesting. Putting down the fairy tale she hadn't finished reading, and dragging her starving body, Kuonji Yuzu took a bag of bread from the kitchen—a far cheaper option than tea.
For a black tea fanatic, living is about drinking tea, and food is just to sustain her until the next tea time. With her pot of black tea, which was magically kept warm and had been enhanced with ingredients, Kuonji Yuzu began her afternoon tea time.
Although the afternoon tea snacks were a bit out of place, the soothing black tea kept Kuonji Yuzu in a good mood. She moved to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the long slope below. The housewife began her life of wasting time, day after day, guarding the Western-style house left by her parents, stubbornly being a girl forgotten by the times.
Like a statue, Kenneth, whose IQ hadn't yet kicked in, continued to serve as a piece of emotionless furniture. The soft bread swelled in the warm black tea, and the feeling of fullness in his stomach dispelled the hunger in his mind. His slender arms stretched out onto the fairy tale on the table, and the sight of his legs in the corner of his eye made Kuonji Yuzu pause slightly in her movements.
She handed the bread from the bag to the man behind her. Under the gaze of his dark pupils, the man with empty eyes mechanically put the bread into his mouth. He looked away, and amidst the rustling sound of her hands rubbing the plastic bag, the girl in black opened the fairy tale book in her hand. The sun gradually set, and the vision gradually dimmed. The bedside lamp turned on at just the right moment, and her fingers, which were turning the pages, paused for a few seconds.
As the clock struck midnight, the rigid girl closed the fairy tale book in her hand and, following her body's natural instincts, walked up the stairs. The effect of the magic eye completely dissipated under the witch's resistance. The witch, who valued her territory highly, also realized that she had been careless before. She looked at the man standing like a statue on the first floor, and a troubled expression appeared on her delicate, doll-like face.
As the bells rang again, Kuonji Aratsumi, still unable to find a way to deal with Kenneth, decided to leave the problem for the next day. Withdrawing her gaze into the darkness, the girl walked back to her castle.
The footsteps faded away, and the ticking of the clock filled the empty room. In front of the French windows, a few sparks of light flashed in the red eyes that shone through the darkness. The statue-like body trembled a few times, and the stiff neck lowered. Looking at the blood-red marks left on the back of his hand, a trace of human doubt appeared in the man's empty eyes.
The breath of life, while covering the abnormality, also awakened the consciousness hidden in the body. The shackles on the outside of the world began to loosen, and human perception sprouted anew in the interaction with the world. Blue-green light particles overflowed from the body surface, and thick magic brought a quiet light to the dark room.
Chapter 110 Yuzhu: My Western-Style Mansion is Gone?
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The moon was bright and the stars were few. A mountain breeze blew through the forest where fine snow still lingered. I looked at the parchment in my hand, and the magic pointer steadily pointed to the mountain valley ahead.
"A bunch of rats, hiding really well."
After passing the warning sign for the danger zone, Morgan closed his eyes and felt the faint magic in the air. Ignoring the abnormalities in his touch and hearing, he swiped his finger and stepped forward, and the Winter City, hidden for thousands of years, suddenly appeared.
"Go, my retinue, take all the others with you except for these three."
The gate connecting to the Fairy Realm opened, and without alerting anyone, humanoid and animal-shaped fairies emerged from behind the wreath-like gate, bowed to Morgan, and then, the fairies, invisible to ordinary people, poured into the castle shrouded in darkness ahead.
The same night, the same darkness, the aura of law and reason, stirred by Kenneth's subconscious, began to erode the world, and the rules related to the world's origin gradually filled the soul buried deep within the body.
Magic circuits, the simulated nerves within a magician's body, are pathways for converting life force into magic power. However, at this moment, the magic circuits within Kenneth's body are conceptually linked to the soul, and the energy generated by the materialized soul far exceeds the limits that the body can bear.
Breaking free from the shackles of flesh and blood, the tangible magic surged through his veins, causing his body temperature to rise rapidly. Just as his body was on the verge of destruction due to the rapidly expanding magic, his dormant self-preservation mechanism activated. A massive amount of magic flowed out from every pore of the man's body, enveloping the mansion's hall in a high concentration. The life-giving magic condensed into a liquid state, and translucent magic crystals rapidly precipitated out from Kenneth's center. In no time, the Kuonji family's hall was completely covered by blue crystals.
The abundant magic activated the fairytale costume in this mansion, the Mirror of Naptime, a PLOY placed in the hall by Yuuki Kuonji. The magical egg inside can drag intruders into the mirror world in the form of a door.
The illusory door opened, and reality gradually blurred with the illusion in the mirror. White light briefly obscured the serene blue light for a moment, and the mirror, rippling like the surface of a lake, expanded and enveloped Kenneth.
Snap—Bang!
Mystery loses its power when it is older and younger; this is an axiom in the world of magic. The mysteries passed down through generations of witches are enough to crush most modern magic. However, in the face of the laws that constitute the world, even an imperfect miracle, its origin and primordial source, cannot be matched by man-made magic.
Before it could even hold out for a second, the vast magical power burst the magic egg inside the mirror. In the simplest and most brutal way, this mirror, which was enough to imprison dozens of magicians, was completely destroyed by Kenneth's unconscious magical fluctuations.
The next moment, the reaction of the costume was relayed to Kuonji Yuzu on the second floor. The sound of shattering startled the girl from her dream. White mist filled the air, and the three PIOY Rose Hounds that the fairy tale witch used to fight the enemy roared and charged towards the hall on the first floor.
The monster in the fog was crushed amidst wails, and the spreading white fog was also blown away by the tidal waves. With the trembling robin, the witch, who would not allow anyone to damage the mansion, cautiously stepped out of the room. The next second, in the serene blue light, a girl named Kuonji Aratsu met those eyes that were as clear as jewels.
Under those piercing gazes, the fairytale witch lost her senses. Relying on her witch's resistance, Kuonji Yuzu broke free from the illusion woven by her soul. Before the fairytale witch could catch her breath, the lights came on, and the witch, who had a 'little understanding' of magic, was immediately shocked by the high concentration of magical crystals in the hall.
Looking at Kenneth, who was surrounded by crystal pillars in the center, and seeing his clothes assimilated by magic, the fairy tale witch finally realized what kind of monster she had picked up.
"Is this kind of magical quality something that humans can really achieve?"
Taking a translucent crystal from the stair railing, Kuonji Arata, who had already mentally expelled Kenneth from her humanity, revealed an undisguised surprise on her usually expressionless face. With her keen eyesight, Kuonji Arata was certain that the crystal in her hand possessed magical power far exceeding the entirety of her body's reserves.
Faced with the magical crystal that covered the entire first-floor living room, Kuonji Yuzu, the poor young lady, couldn't help but swallow hard. In fact, as the eldest daughter of the Kuonji family, even though she didn't inherit the family business, Kuonji Yuzu's monthly living expenses were not a small amount. However, there are always exceptions, like now.
The Kuonji family is not a family of magicians. Kuonji Yuzu's title of fairy tale witch was inherited from her deceased mother. Although she has a lot of living expenses, it is still a bit tight for a magician. After routinely purchasing magic materials and high-end black tea, Kuonji Yuzu's living expenses can only be described as pitiful.
Aozaki Aoko, a friend of Kuonji Aratsumi, understands this all too well. Tea-soaked rice, tea with bread, tea... even when hungry, Kuonji Aratsumi would never give up buying tea. After living with Kuonji Aratsumi, a witch whose veins are filled with tea, Aozaki Aoko said that she would never touch anything related to tea again in her life.
Just as Kuonji Yuzu was momentarily stunned, the magic that had concealed the principles of magic was completely exhausted. The aura belonging to the outside world revealed its true nature as an enemy of the world. An obscure aura permeated the air. Under the infusion of massive magic power covering the hall and the filling of the soul-constructing method, the fairy tale foundation that the witch had unconsciously left in the mansion over the years was activated. It was not a storm of the inherent barrier mind image eroding the world, nor was it a void creation manifested from fantasy. The entire mansion was rapidly transforming into another world in a way that overturned modern magic theory.
The magic crystal fell from her hand, and in Kuonji Yuju's eyes, scenes from her past fantasies began to replay in her vision: the tea set in the cupboard began to move, those were her childhood imaginary companions; the dolls on the shelf stood up, a scene from her past dreams; the highly concentrated magic crystal transformed into a human form, the very elf from the fairy tales she had read...
What she saw before her completely shattered Kuonji Aratama's worldview as a magician. White hair, red eyes, magic circuits far exceeding those of ordinary people, a massive amount of magical power, and the ability to imbue cold objects with souls. Combining the information before her, Kuonji Aratama felt that she could confirm the other party's identity: an artificial human from the Einzbern family, a magician who returned to the origin and obtained the Third Law.
That night, Kuonji Yuzu broke her biological clock, which she had maintained for over a decade. The development of events had exceeded the comprehension of the fairytale witch. A miracle belonging to the third law, with the replenishment of massive magical power, activated this Western-style mansion filled with fairytale atmosphere. In a way far surpassing Fu Hailin, the man she had picked up unconsciously turned her past image into reality.
The fairytale witch found the fairytale kingdom in an era when mystery had vanished, but Kuonji Yuzu is not happy now. As the creator of this new world and the one who bestowed the souls of those fairytale creatures, this otherworldly mansion has recognized Kenneth as its master. As for the provider of the fairytale foundation and the nominal owner of this mansion, Kuonji Yuzu has become a somewhat familiar black-haired female passerby.
Sitting on the steps covered in magical crystals, watching Kenneth covered in fairytale creatures, Kuonji Yuzu's gaze shifted repeatedly. In the corner of the room, a dark shadow flashed by, and the dolls she had placed on the cabinet stumbled and ran toward Kenneth. Tonight, the mansion that had been her haven had run away with him, the toys she had made as a child had run away with him, and even the coffee table and sofa in front of her had somehow managed to graze Kenneth.
At this moment, the witch sitting on the steps felt incredibly conflicted. The magician she had taken in had become the core of this otherworldly mansion right under her nose. If she expelled him, the mansion would return to her control, but without the magic to maintain the fairy tale, her dream world would shatter. If she kept him, Kuonji Yuzu felt like she had been cheated.
"Perhaps I shouldn't have brought him back."
She murmured to herself, but the fairytale witch knew it was too late to think about such things. A slight touch came from between her fingers, and her dark eyes looked at the steps beside her. The little elf that had only existed in her childhood dreams was struggling against her fingers. Holding the little one in her palm, watching the other's snarling and defiant appearance, the scales in Kuonji Yuzu's heart tipped completely.
"Let's keep him for now. Maybe I can redeem this place from him when he wakes up."
Playing with the little creature in her hands, Kuonji Yuzu rarely found the peace of her childhood. Sunlight streamed in through the French windows, and Kuonji Yuzu, who hadn't slept all night, lay on the carpet on the steps, breathing evenly. As the statue-like Kenneth moved a step, the fairytale creatures hanging on her, dozing off, fell off like raindrops.
"hug..."
The strange noise in the hall startled the witch from her sleep. Opening her hazy eyes, the long-term hypoglycemia caused the newly awakened Kuonji Yuju to subconsciously reveal her innocent nature.
A look of confusion flashed in his empty eyes. At this moment, Kenneth, who was still caught between the ore and the creature, was completely unable to understand the girl's request.
Time ticked by, and her muddled mind gradually cleared. Faced with Kenneth's head tilt, Kuonji Yuzu, who had been in a hugging pose, finally realized her embarrassing state. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she fled up the stairs as if fleeing in panic...
In Germany, in the winter city, the enormous workshop was filled with a thick stench of blood. As Morgan descended the stairs, he found the core of the Einzbern family, the final resting place of the successive Einzbern patriarchs, a verification terminal called 'Ahad'.
“Foolish things controlled by instructions, no matter how much you behave like humans, you cannot escape the essence of being machines.”
Sensing the device's rejection of him, Morgan, who had already intended to force it, forcibly grasped the ceremonial robe that contained all of Einzbern's knowledge in her hand.
Chapter 111 The Old Fox Who Jumped Out
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In the Clock Tower, in the meeting room where the monarchs were bickering, two months after the end of the Fourth Holy Grail War, Aozaki Touko, sitting in her seat belonging to the El-Melloi school, had a rare moment of free time and focused her attention on the seemingly demure Lydelle.
Through Kuonji Aratsu's social circle, Aozaki Touko has become quite familiar with the tsundere Lydell, especially since Lydell has written so many letters to Kenneth lately that they could pile up into a small mountain. Although she hasn't read the contents of the letters, based on Lydell's actions during this period, Aozaki Touko can guess what Lydell is thinking even with her eyes closed.
"He should have succeeded; my magic confirms he's still alive, but the mystery surrounding him is preventing my divination..."
With the technology provided by the Einzbern family, Morgan was certain that Kenneth had returned to the world, but due to the overwhelming mystery surrounding him, the Trinity Morgan could only go this far.
Now that Kenneth is safe and sound, Aozaki Touko, who had agreed to take care of El-Melloi for Kenneth, has completely let loose. With the idea that Kenneth will clean up any mess, Aozaki Touko, who has no worries, has been acting very toughly lately.
"Ahem, Dr. Hartles, the Dean of the Department of Modern Magic, resigned and disappeared without a trace. Since Lord El-Melloi, the Department of Minerals has been dedicated to the modernization of magic. The Department of Minerals and the Department of Modern Magic are like sister disciplines, so I think the Department of Modern Magic can be classified as a sub-discipline of the Department of Minerals..."
Using someone else's name to make a big deal out of nothing, Aozaki Touko, in order to argue with her teacher on this topic that had absolutely nothing to do with the Mineral Department, immediately objected after Lord Baleletta announced his intentions toward the Modern Magic Department. She made up all sorts of things, like "close relationship" and "family-like friendship," and if she had more evidence, she would have loved to say that Kenneth and Hartles were half-brothers.
Kenneth: Thank you so much!
"Alright, I've said my piece. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"
Looking at the old man sitting opposite her, Aozaki Touko gave him a provocative look. After listening to Aozaki Touko's nonsense, the magicians present were all shrewd and naturally wouldn't believe her lies. Since Aozaki Touko was shameless, they, the old foxes, wouldn't hold back either. Playing the victim and extorting money were things they had a natural advantage over.
Maintaining a serious expression, Aozaki Touko watched the old foxes putting on a show in front of her, and she wanted to laugh. Thanks to Morgan's explanation, Aozaki Touko knew a lot about the magician named Hartress. It was precisely because of this knowledge that Aozaki Touko felt even more contempt for the old foxes putting on a show in front of her.
Hartres, a man entangled in time through the Fairy Realm, whose real name is Adano Kuro, is the half-brother of Adano Hishiri. He was born in Magisfia, a mining city in Albion, the Spirit Tomb. His innate demonic eyes are affected by the passage to Albion, allowing him to see unstable cracks.
When he first stepped out of the Spirit Tomb Albion, Kuro Adashino encountered his amnesiac self who had crossed time from the Fairy Realm. Hartles, by destiny, also took his other self as his apprentice.
However, due to the malice of the world, Kuro Adano was assassinated by an undercover agent sent by the monarch and his body was dumped in the Void Hole. At this moment, Hartres also awakened. Knowing everything, he used his Mystic Eyes to send his dying self into the Fairy Realm, sending himself to the past thirty years ago, thus beginning the life he was known as Hartres.
Having awakened all his memories, Hartless deeply loathed the corrupt magic world. He broke away from the Clock Tower and plotted to overthrow the current corrupt Magic Association. To be honest, when Aozaki Touko learned about Hartless's experiences from Morgan, she was utterly astonished. Realizing that the secrets of this world far exceeded her imagination, Aozaki Touko felt for the first time that she couldn't be so reckless anymore.
Based on her investigation over this period, Aozaki Touko has been able to determine who sent the assassin to kill Adano Kuro. Meeting Lord Balereta's gaze, Aozaki Touko gave him a friendly smile. Before Lord Balereta could figure out what Aozaki Touko was up to, Aozaki Touko's next words immediately silenced the noisy conference room.
"Hereinafter, I propose expanding the twelve disciplines to thirteen, formally making Modern Magic a compulsory subject, and adding the position of Monarch, with Norwich appointed as the Monarch!!"
"Rejected!!!" ×3
The moment Aozaki Touko finished speaking, Baruyeleta and Transberio, both democrats, slammed their fists on the table, while Euryphus, who had long wanted to use nepotism to get involved in the Minerals Department, immediately rejected Aozaki Touko's proposal.
Leaving aside Lord Euryphus, who became ambitious after Kenneth's disappearance, the democrats Baljeretta and Transberio would never allow the aristocratic faction's power to expand. Barthemello had already controlled the Zoology Department through puppets, and the other families of the Clock Tower had also been watching the conversations between El-Melloi and Norwich. If the Modern Magic Department were to be promoted to a formal discipline, the aristocratic faction's influence would expand to an unprecedented level.
Seeing her teacher's outburst, Aozaki Touko, who had already grasped the art of pleasure, felt incredibly satisfied. If Balereta wanted to take on the Modern Magic Course, Aozaki Touko would be the first to object. If Balereta wanted to tackle the normal difficulty level, Aozaki Touko would immediately increase the difficulty. In short, she was a troublemaker!
The verbal battle began, and Aozaki Touko's experience in dealing with all sorts of people, coupled with her thick skin, proved invincible. She unleashed a devastating attack on these elegant magicians.
The shouting match subsided, and thanks to Aozaki Touko's meddling, the issues regarding the affiliation of the Modern Magic Department and the promotion of students in the Modern Magic Department were postponed. Watching her teacher leave with that smug face, Aozaki Touko, her mouth dry, rewarded herself with a cigarette.
call--
Exhaling a puff of smoke, Aozaki Touko, feeling refreshed, slightly turned her head. At the back door of the conference room, a glimpse of rose gold was sneaking away, a malicious smile playing on her lips. Aozaki Touko stepped forward and blocked Lydel's path.
"gollum"
Swallowing hard, Lydel, completely under Aozaki Touko's thumb, took a step back, looking at the smiling acquaintance in front of her. She glared at Touko with a haughty but defiant air, now that Touko was playing her for a fool.
"Aozaki Touko, is there anything I can help you with? I still have work to do in the botany department. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now!"
Saying the most cowardly words in the toughest tone, giving Aozaki Touko no chance to speak, Lydel, who had been humiliated for dozens of days, just wanted to escape from the woman in front of her at lightning speed. However, Aozaki Touko, who was in high spirits, would not let Lydel off so easily. She raised her hand and blocked Lydel's steps once again. At the same time, Aozaki Touko put her arm on Lydel's shoulder and moved her head closer.
"Lydel, we're friends, after all. Wouldn't it be nice for old friends to catch up? It's been so long, and I'm a big fan of yours!"
Faced with Aozaki Touko's lies once again, Lydia, who had been teased by Aozaki Touko for a long time, immediately trembled.
"By the way, I listened to your new song, and it felt like I was looking for someone~"
"Goo."
As the voice of a female knight rang out, Lydel's eyes flashed wildly, her teasing expression growing more pronounced. Feigning ignorance, Aozaki Touko counted on her fingers:
"Those lyrics, um... it seems to be an acrostic, what was it again?"
"No way! It's all a coincidence! Who do you think I am?! I'm Lydia, the first witch in history to have over 100 million fans! The world's number one idol, how could I possibly be looking for a mere third-rate magician?! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"
Admiring her arrogant and flustered appearance, Aozaki Touko's inner joy was about to reach its peak.
"Oh, are they really looking for someone? And the other person is a magician?"
"what--!!"
The next second, Lydel, who had been used as a sieve, let out a groundhog roar, exuding the aura of a defeated dog. The Coal Witch fled in panic, stubbing out her cigarette butt on the classroom door of the Creative Department. Satisfied with her daily dose of pleasure, Aozaki Touko lit another cigarette, patted the black card in her pocket, and, feeling no pressure, decided to splurge on Kenneth's hard-earned money.
Chapter 112 Consciousness, now online
Returning to Misaki City, after several hours of struggle, the tightly closed door opened. After confirming that the man had left the stairwell, Kuonji Arisu suppressed her shame. Even though the other person was unconscious, acting cute towards a stranger was still far beyond Kuonji Arisu's limits.
Even though it was her own home, Kuonji Yuzu still tiptoed onto the carpet like a thief, deliberately avoiding the main hall where the other party often appeared. The witch, whose body's red tea content had already reached its threshold, crept into the kitchen.
Carefully opening the cupboard and facing the tea utensils that had come to life and started running around, the mature-bodied and gentle Kuonji Yuzu silently closed the cupboard door. Opening the other cupboard and confirming that the tea was alright, the witch, who had been subjected to a series of shocks in the past twenty-four hours, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Holding the tea leaves, to avoid making eye contact with the man, Kuonji Yuzu closed her eyes and head and followed the route she remembered to the stairs. In the past, Kuonji Yuzu could definitely walk back smoothly, but now the mansion has been transformed into another world, and the furniture that gained life because of Kenneth would always appear unexpectedly in any corner.
Her forward-moving ankle bumped into a bench that was running like a pet dog. The witch, whose coordination was almost zero, instinctively opened her arms to grab anything around her. Just when Kuonji Arisu thought she was going to fall hard, the soul-bearing cushions on the sofa next to her steadily pulled the witch up from the ground.