Let your president enroll in my Honmaru

In short, I don't know what Kunikida Doppo-kun knows, and Shiori doesn't want to know what he knows.

Anyway, according to his temperament, even if he really misunderstood something, he would not just gossip around.

When I got off work in the evening, I packed my things and walked home with Fukuzawa Yukichi.

"Will Mr. Fuze live in the old house today?"

Because the staff dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency is near the office, although it is considered a drop-in way to go home with Shiori, it should be separated at the second intersection.

But now that he has passed the fork, he is still by her side.

"No, I will take you home first, and then I will go back to the dormitory."

It was natural to say this, Fukuzawa Yukichi even showed some apology on his face.

Because of overtime work, the weather in winter gets dark quickly. If Shiori follows the normal time of fishing and leaving get off work, he will actually be home by this point.

Ok.

Shiori suddenly remembered the "bribe" he was going to get in return when he was joking, and involuntarily hooked his lips.

"Thank you."

She lifted the canvas bag on her shoulder, stretched out her hand from her long cuff that had been shrinking, and grabbed the other's wide cuff.

"Do you want to hold hands?"

Feeling the damage to the corner of his sleeve again, Fukuzawa Yukichi looked down at her skillful movements, and stretched out his hand.

"Okay."

Shiori is born with a cold body, and her sweaty arms are cold when she stands under the sun in summer. It can almost be regarded as having its own air conditioner, which is very cool.

But now in winter, this physique is not so friendly to others, but it can also warm up when she specially mobilizes her spiritual power.

But before Shiori could react, her hand was pulled into the opponent's palm.

Her hand shape is very beautiful, with well-defined joints and slender fingers. Because she has been holding a bow and arrow since she was a child, her fingertips and joints are more flexible and powerful than other girls but without calluses. There is still a little flesh on the back of the hand. Excellent.

However, it was cold from the back of the hand to the fingertips, and the only place that felt warm was the piece of skin holding the sleeve.

"If it's cold, don't you wear gloves?"

"I don't feel anything myself. The natural physique I'm used to is super useful in summer. But, isn't it a bit too cold now?"

She herself is not afraid of the cold. After thinking about it, the warm spiritual power spread to the palm of her hand. The speed is not fast, but it is slowly maintaining the temperature similar to the palm of the other party.

"Besides, I seldom went out in winter, and I was always indoors. The temperature was so high that I didn't need gloves. In fact, the temperature of my fingers can be adjusted."

As he spoke, he clenched his fist like a hand warmer and turned around.

"Flexible use of spiritual power."

"At the beginning, I used the fireball picnic made with spiritual power. It is very useful for grilling and cooking, and I can also adjust the gear..."

She stopped in the middle of her words, and her gradually beaming expression suddenly subsided, feeling as if she had revealed some strange attributes that had never been revealed before.

Using Bailei as a lighter, using red cannon as a big fireball, wet firewood soaked in water can't be burned, and she also used blue fire to crash and wipe out the corpse. As a pragmatist, she has almost every daily extension of ghosts. Have done homework cough cough.

Try to save respect.

"Just... when I was practicing before, I did this to exercise the accuracy of control."

In fact, it is not unprofessional.

Anyway, no one stipulates that ghosts must be used for fighting, and they are delicious for home travel.

When Ye Yi was teaching Shunpo, didn't he also play peek-a-boo with her to pass the time?

"I see."

Unable to see what his expression was when he said these words, Shiori silently closed her mouth.

Say more, make more mistakes, say less, say less mistakes, don't say it's good.

Why can she bring up so many messy topics just by holding hands?

"No, I don't think it's bad. On the contrary, I think it's very interesting to do so, and I always think it's a great thing to be able to use different abilities flexibly."

Sensing the suddenly depressed attitude of the girl beside him, Fukuzawa Yukichi immediately explained.

"Uh-huh."

"Mr. Ji? Fuze... Palace?"

"Sister Shiori!"

At the crossroads that were about to enter the residential area, Hasebe and Azuki Douchangguang, who came back from the commercial street in the other direction, stopped in their footsteps, carrying big and small bags.

Next to them was Yumeno Kusaku who had put on the Awataguchi elementary school uniform and a long-sleeved coat of Lai Pai Naifan, who had blended into Honmaru without any sense of disobedience.

Shiori turned her head and saw the three of them, feeling that this matter was unreasonable.

In this situation, the preparations for dinner are almost done. It's just a coincidence that you organize a group to go shopping in the shopping street at night.

"You two, did you come back together today?"

Xiaodou had a clear smile on his face, and he greeted him very naturally.

"Hello."

"Adzuki, Hasebe, why are you two still going shopping at the shopping street so late? And Kusaku, why did you come out with me?"

Shiori tried her best to keep her voice true, and focused on the packaging bag.

"The stock in the wine cellar at home is not enough, and at five o'clock today, there is a discount on the commercial street."

"The snack shop I always go to, the candy is on sale at the same time today, I grabbed a lot of Star Candy!"

Shiori...

If I remember correctly, their family is not short of money, why are you all so good at living?

The way you look at discount leaflets carefully and carefully does not match the aristocratic temperament that each of you has.

And Xiaodou, tell the truth, did you bring Hasebe because he has high mobility and it is easier to grab things.After all, the dream mount has long legs, you deserve it (bu).

Brothers, don't grab the discounted items, buy them at the original price for her.

Really, don't save her money QAQ.

"Moreover, today I just made an appointment with the owner of the tea room in the shopping street to pick up the new snowflake tea this winter, because I made an appointment to close the shop on the way."

As the most understanding Osagane gentleman, Adzuki Dou Changguang thoughtfully lifted the tea bag in front of Shiori with his right hand.

Oh.

All in all, no matter what you do today, you will come out in the evening, right?

Shiori nodded tearfully.

"Is the thing in your hand heavy, Kusaku? Do you want my sister to help you?"

She diverted her attention, bent down, looked at the boy who had already taken out candies from a large plastic bag to show off to the guardian, and stroked his fluffy head.

"No, give this to my sister."

"Thank you Kusaku."

Unlike the sympathetic, beautiful and warm atmosphere here, Hasebe glanced at Fukuzawa Yukichi mercilessly with critical and sharp eyes.

"Is Mr. Fukuzawa going home?"

"No, send Shiori back."

"That's right, thank you so much."

He took a step forward, stood in front of the lord, and eagerly looked at the sword at Fukuzawa Yukichi's waist.

"I don't know if sir tonight..."

"Hasebe."

Seeing that he seemed to be annoyed that he didn't bring the main body out, Shiori couldn't help but raise his voice.

"Let's go back."

There are still a few hundred meters to the door of Shiori's house, she nodded shyly.

"Be careful on the road."

"Well, goodbye Mr. Fukuzawa."

She probably meant to break the jar, stood on tiptoe in front of her family, and gently kissed Fukuzawa Yukichi on the cheek.

"Thank you for today."

# # #

"Sure enough, the red bean rice I prepared will come in handy."

Adzuki, who has always held a friendly attitude towards this kind of matter, was calm enough to the point of basic Buddhism, groped her chin, and tentatively whispered something in Shiori's ear.

"Little Bean!!"

Shiori, who was leading Yumeno Hisaku, instantly raised her voice, but it didn't have any deterrent effect.

Oops, this is a bit of a drastic attitude, it looks like Ji Jun is just starting a relationship.

Mr. Hasebe's attitude was indeed too sharp.

He smiled, freeing up one hand to rub Shiori's hair.

The soft long hair is actually the same as the little girl's personality, even if she is a little arrogant sometimes, most of the time she is a talkative child.

It's a pity that he separated the spirit at a relatively late time. When he came to Honmaru, Shiori was already a god-judgment capable of acting on his own.

He has basically never seen Ji Jun who is so flushed and lively now.

"So it's always needed."

"Thank you, please eat those carefully selected red beans as snacks, I really won't be able to drive for a while."

So...forget about red bean rice.

"Ok."

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"For dessert, what kind of dessert would you like to eat, Kusaku?"

She took Xiao Zhengtai's hand and asked kindly.

"Wagashi! And yokan!"

"I still want to eat taiyaki!"

"Ji Jun..."

On the other side is the completely opposite attitude, Mr. Loyal Dog, who has miserable eyes and sorrowful eyes, exuding all kinds of resentment.

"So, don't worry so much. I think it will be a long time before I get married."

"I think Sanriyuedian's appearance is unmatched, and the others in Honmaru..." How about you understand?

I personally think that if you don't dislike it, he can do it too!

……

"Be sober."

Being beaten up by Hasebe's gag, Shiori is not shy at all, nor does she feel guilty about being caught by her parents.

On the contrary, she even felt a little helpless that she thought she was a brat.

"Say something that sounds scumbag."

She let go of Hisakuku's hand, clapped her hands with a heavy and formal attitude, and faced Hasebe.

"You are all my wings, no, it should be, I have always regarded you as my family. Hasebe, I have always regarded you as my brother."

Bai Lianhua Sanlian shocked Shizhi himself.

However, it is still not so clear about the deep meaning of these few words that Hasebe has no get at all, and was moved to tears.

"Lord...I will definitely live up to the Lord's expectations."

Forget it, just be happy.

After arriving home, Shiori who stabilized Xiaodou and Hasebe was right.

However, he accidentally overturned the car on Yumeno Hisaku.

Just when she was going upstairs after dinner, she didn't get her sister to invite him to have a snack Fumiji, or deliberately didn't get Shiori Fumoji's little Masaru, with a flawless innocent face, at Awataguchi's house In the big suite.

Shake out what happened this evening.

As we all know, just like eating melons is a human instinct, gossip tends to spread at an unparalleled speed.

And in the process of person-to-person transmission, personal colors and exaggerated elements are constantly added.

In just a few hours, there were already three, four, five or six versions of the rumor, and the content became more and more exaggerated and full.

The various sects of swords and swords more or less sent representatives to hold a meeting in the living room.

Of course, for now...

Shiori didn't have the energy to pay attention to this matter.

In a familiar dream, the white mist spread under her feet, like a labyrinth of uneven stone slabs unfolding in front of her eyes.

This time, the sword of Damocles hung above her head quietly, without any sense of threat or oppression, more like protecting something.

"Between the stone slabs?"

She sighed.

This kind of thing is familiar once and twice. When I saw this "treasure" that could affect the fate and progress of the entire world, I couldn't feel the slightest shock.

But strange.

She was not pulled into this dream by a stone slab, nor did she enter here with her own consciousness, so...

The surrounding fog gradually dissipated, replaced by clusters of softer and denser white clouds like hair strands, gray-black dark clouds hiding in the clouds, calmly controlling the movement at the center.

As if he had his own consciousness, he aggressively squeezed away the debris wrapped around the sword of Damocles, which was ice-colored and symbolized the identity of the king.

Quite a posture of being irreconcilable with it.

"Humph."

In the haze, Shiori seemed to hear an angry and somewhat familiar female voice.

Sister, who are you?

She woke up from the dream in a daze. She wanted to pull the unclosed curtains, but saw——

Abnormal thick fog outside.