Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

By the time the two children arrive home, today's protagonist Sara Honma and some others will be ready.

Just waiting for them both.

According to his age, Sara Honma is already twenty-four this year. After graduating from the Faculty of Medicine at the University of Tokyo, he is working as a forensic doctor at the National Police Agency.

Although the other transcendence powers faded at a great time, Honma Sharod's ability originally belonged to the power inscribed in the blood and soul, and there was still a lot of power left in this environment.

[-]. At the same time, her [seeing the power] has many uses in murder cases, so as soon as she graduated, the country's Prince Yuzhong Yuzuki couldn't wait to arrange her to an important position in the National Police Agency-compared to before, this position is more important more than ten times.

Seeing the two children come to the door, a figure in a lady's clothes slowly appeared.

"Mr. Queyun."

Facing this lady, the two children were not naughty, but bowed their heads respectfully and bowed slightly.

"Go, just wait for the two of you."

For 16 years, I took it for granted that there were no traces left on Que Yun's face, but it made her more humane.

"Ah."

The children nodded happily, and quickly got into the yard with their feet.

"Ah! Hitomi, 勲. You are finally back."

As soon as he entered the courtyard, a gentle voice came over.

The girl sat quietly on the bluestone bench in the courtyard with her long hair scattered like ink, as if the world was spinning in her eyes of different colors.

"Mama Shawe."

The children bowed in unison.

"Hahaha, you two are really polite today. Knowing that today is Sara's birthday, the unscrupulous priest will give you good things as gifts, and your mouth will suddenly become sweet." A woman wearing a professional suit Sitting next to Asakura Saori, he laughed and said.

She is not tall, probably about thirty centimeters taller than the ten-year-old Yuzhong Hitomi, and the smile on her face is also stupid.

But unexpectedly, she was full of momentum and full of self-confidence.

"Mother Ningning."

The children bowed in unison again.

"Isn't this just like Ning Ning you used to be?" Another female voice beside Ning Ning was a little sarcastic.

"Hey?? Is there any?" Yuzhong Ningning couldn't see the spirit of being the top brand of Tokyo's largest law firm, and scratched the back of his head a little silly.

"Ji Ming mother."

The children bowed for the third time.

"You guys are fine too." Yuzhong Ji Ming, who can be regarded as the oldest among you, waved her palm listlessly, and whispered in her mouth: "Really, every time I see Hitomi and Yu, I feel like I have become a Mommy."

"Then I'm even more of an aunt." Suddenly a voice sounded in her ear, and a woman with a ponytail stood behind her and said faintly.

"Scared me to death, Shiina. Why have you been so elusive lately?" Yu Zhongji's heart skipped a beat, and her body jumped back involuntarily.

"Is there?" Yuzhong Shiina stared at Yuzhong Ji Ming with resentment, his expression was full of resentment: "It's obvious that you can all be taken by your brother..."

"What by me?"

A sudden voice sounded in Shiina's heart in the rain.

Then a figure suddenly appeared in the crowd, but it was strange that no one felt the abnormality.

It's all natural to accept that he's standing there, as if he's been there since the beginning.

"Ming-jun, you are back."

Only Asakura Saori could see the point of scrutiny—Miyako had just come back from somewhere else, not been among them all the time.

"Yeah. It's not a big deal, so I'll be back first." Yuzhong Ming's mouth curled into a smile: "After all, I can't miss Sara's birthday."

"That's it too."

Asakura Saori agrees.

She looked around, scrutinized as the hostess as before, and found that there were still some people missing.

"No Gu? And why Mr. Shengzi hasn't come yet."

"Here it is, Master Shaori."

Junono's voice suddenly came from mid-air.

A delicate young girl like a doll, sitting on a fox about the size of two people, walked down the air.

"Mr. Holy Son, hello."

Saori Asakura first bowed to Tsuji Seiko by correspondence.

"Ah."

The voice came from mid-air, flat and indifferent, representing the will of Tsuji Seiko.

"The cake is here."

Another woman left the room and came to the courtyard.