Chapter 583: Sisters reconcile, still have to rely on Fujiwara Lin Ye..._2
"Mom is in the uppermost cabin, and I’ve already told her you’re safe..." As she spoke, Kasahara Fumi gently pressed her lips together, softly patting her sister’s back, "Don’t be so reckless in the future. When you encounter danger, the first thing you must do is ensure your own safety; only then can you proceed. You can’t just run around like this. What if Fujiwara had been a little late in finding you..."
Though her tone was gentle and calm, it was filled with a heavy aftershock and lingering fear.
Kasahara Asuka felt her nose tingling: "You and Mom never tell me anything..."
"Is it that we don’t tell you, or that you don’t listen?" Kasahara Fumi asked, "All these years, Mother and I have been emphasizing to you, don’t be arrogant, don’t underestimate..."
Before the sister could finish speaking, the younger one collapsed into her arms, crying with a "wah" sound.
The pouring rain continued to fall.
Kasahara Fumi hugged her sister tightly, wiping the tears from her face with her pale fingertips.
"Alright, stop crying, or your clothes will get all wet..."
"I’m sorry... wah..."
"I’m not blaming you, no need to say sorry. Next time you encounter something like this, just remember how embarrassing it is to cry now, so you won’t be so careless... or maybe you’ll be careless again and cry once more, letting others laugh at the second Miss of the Kasahara family."
Kasahara Asuka stopped crying, sniffled, and glanced at Fujiwara Reya.
The lively and vibrant orange-haired girl, with her wet eyes becoming big and bright, lips red and beautiful. She looked pitiful with her big eyes open, blinking her damp eyelashes, like a little puppy abandoned in the cold winter rain.
Fujiwara Reya rested his chin on his hand, watching her intently with a smile.
This time, the truly crying underclassman reminded him of the one who fake cried during the council meeting... From a personality perspective, she might still be as wicked as ever, but having experienced more, he couldn’t stay angry with her. He just hoped she could learn from this lesson and grow up quickly.
Not too far apart, Kasahara Asuka could see her tear-streaked face reflected in her senior’s eyes, feeling his inner joy—a pure joy, as if he had simultaneously married her and her sister.
The girl lowered her head, burying her face in her sister’s chest.
The first thought that came to her mind was how embarrassingly shameful this was... The second thought, that her senior was a great enchanter, tricking her for so long; she couldn’t possibly show him a good face.
In the dim light of the banquet hall, she clenched her hand into a fist.
Kasahara Fumi gently patted her sister’s back.
"Sister, throw this guy off the ship." Kasahara Asuka suddenly said.
"...What?" Fujiwara Reya was dumbfounded.
Kasahara Asuka turned her head and glared at him.
Her cheeks puffed out slightly, like two little buns, very cute.
She made a gesture as if to pounce.
Kasahara Fumi pinched her sister’s nose, both angry and amused: "He just saved you, you know."
"That doesn’t change the fact that he’s a jerk..." Kasahara Asuka pouted, looking utterly pitiful and adorable as she complained to her sister, "You don’t know how bad this great enchanter is! Let me tell you, one time he invited me and Senior Rinko to dinner, and he wrote tick marks on my leg under the senior’s very nose, dragged me to the bathroom to harass me, making me..."
Fujiwara Reya’s expression twisted slightly.
Kasahara Fumi’s gaze at him turned sharp, as Kawashima Miki’s hand twisted at his waist.
"Later, we went to Minami-Izu, and on the car, he made his move on me, completely ignoring the fact that the senior was there. The night you just arrived, under the table where you couldn’t see, he stole Asuka’s first kiss... And, he wanted Asuka to use her mouth to help him... Always talking about liking Xiangxiang, yet calling other women ’wife’... You don’t even know, his most perverted thing is liking Xiangxiang to wear mother’s clothes, imitating mother’s demeanor and tone, maybe in his heart, he harbors inappropriate thoughts about Mother and Sister as well..."
Listening to her sister spill out a string of her husband’s perverse deeds, Kasahara Fumi was stunned for a moment, then gently touched foreheads with her sister, laughing softly: "We won’t let him in our house anymore."
Kasahara Asuka smiled slyly, her demeanor restored: "Shall we go find Mom together?"
Kasahara Fumi tapped her forehead again: "Sister has to stand guard below, you go to Mom first."
"No..." Kasahara Asuka huffed, holding her forehead in pain, acting spoiled, "Asuka wants to go with Sister to find Mom, I have so much to say, the family should be together..."
"Sister thinks so, too." Kasahara Fumi hugged her a little tighter.
Kasahara Asuka continued to rub her face into her sister’s chest: "Xiangxiang loves Sister the most~"
Looking at the inseparable sisterly pair, Fujiwara Reya felt a bit depressed.
Indeed, they could only reconcile on their own.
But... couldn’t they find another way to rely on each other? Forming a unified front to criticize a scumbag is never a good sign.
Kawashima Miki let out a triumphant laugh, whispering in his ear: "The dream of having both sisters shattered, huh?"
"What’s there to gloat about now, just wait and see!" Fujiwara Reya pinched her hard.
Kawashima Miki’s body trembled slightly, just as she was about to fight back.
Suddenly, a dense fog enveloped the outside, with faint, shrill cries echoing.
"They’re here." Fujiwara Reya tightened his grip on the knife in his hand.
Kasahara Fumi glanced outside and decisively said: "Xiangxiang, you go to Mom’s side. Sister will hold them off for you."
"I want to stay with Sister..."
"Listen!"
The sister reverted to a stern demeanor.
The sister who had just experienced a life-and-death moment stopped being capricious, biting her lip: "Xiangxiang will wait for you up there."
Kasahara Fumi stroked her hair, then glanced at Kawashima Miki: "Can I count on you?"
Kawashima Miki pondered for a moment, then sighed: "I’ll be back soon." She then shot a warning glance at Fujiwara Reya, telling him he better not mess around with Fumi while she was gone.
Petty.
Truly petty.
Though it was a foregone conclusion that Fumi was the Mountain God’s Wife, she still thought she’d delay as long as she could, thus monopolizing Fujiwara Reya’s time for one extra day.
Fujiwara Reya said nothing, only holding her in front of the two sisters and a dozen agents from Division Nine, pressing a hard kiss on her lips.
"Not embarrassed at all..."
Kawashima Miki disdainfully wiped her lips, transforming into Luo Xinfu.
Glancing at Kasahara Asuka, who looked at her with irritation, she smiled charmingly, then spun web strands out like a sheep shrouding a sacrifice, binding the girl tightly, and tossed her over her shoulder.
"Ah—"
"Jerk, Asuka won’t let you off easy..."
Kasahara Fumi watched her sister struggle, with a mix of laughter and tears.
The flickering lights reflected on her graceful brows.
Perhaps the mood was incredibly beautiful, her originally cold and elegant face now warm and delicate, as that skirt embroidered with intricate patterns gleamed vibrantly in the cold rainy night.
Fujiwara Reya leaned over, feeling a bit vexed: "You’re happy now, but I just got scolded again..."
Kasahara Fumi glanced sideways at him, her expression returning to coolness: "Thank you."
"The look on your face is just like when a father tells a son, ’Thank you for understanding me.’"
"Pfft~"
Kasahara Fumi couldn’t hold it, her coolness melting away.
She hung her head blushing, looking at her splendid, glamorous outfit, the light reflecting its opulence, accentuating happiness.
Fujiwara Reya wished he could embrace her in her bashful state.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t the right setting.
The group of agents from Division Nine stood there, utterly astonished.
It was as if this superior was new to them, someone they were just meeting for the first time.
Outside, the sound of heavy rain roared, the white fog spreading across the deck like an overwhelming snowy wave.
Kasahara Fumi’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, as she looked up at Fujiwara Reya, a small touch of tenderness in her smile: "You go guard outside first, I’ll go change my clothes..." she said, lifting her skirt slightly, "Wearing this outfit to fight, it’s a bit restrictive..."
"Mission accomplished, sir!"
Fujiwara Reya saluted smartly and rushed toward the deck.
"Stay positioned inside the banquet hall, and shoot from advantageous spots. Avoid unnecessary hand-to-hand combat with them!" Kasahara Fumi issued orders to her subordinates, then turned around to leave, to change into her combat gear.
"I’ll be back soon..."
Rushing forward, Fujiwara Reya heard her lingering voice.
He tightened his grip on the knife in his hand a little more, charging into the rain.
The situation was a bit more problematic than expected, with the emergence of Yomi Country pushing the scenario into a more complex realm... Almost all his loved ones were on this ship, the responsibility to protect them pressed heavily on his shoulders, making Fujiwara Reya feel an uncontrollable restlessness.
The peaceful stability of the seventeen-year-old Royal Family bloodline was reaching a boiling point.
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Seven days of National Day are also doubled.
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