[Death Doujin] Ink dyed white smoke

A long time ago, in the world of corpses and souls, there used to be a small ethnic group hidden in the mountains and forests, almost isolated from the world, and women were respected from generation to generation.According to legend, they have royal blood, but they refuse to exist like nobles.

It's just that such a lonely ethnic group jumped to become a member of the upper-class nobles on a certain day a thousand years ago.

There is no need to attend regular meetings, the size of the family is kept secret, and all the benefits of the nobles...

Except for the five nobles at that time and the central room 46, everyone without exception had never seen the family members.Their existence is classified by the upper echelons for unknown reasons.

However, more than 500 years ago, the disappearance of this family was rumored to be declining on the surface, but in fact it was──

"Total extinction."

In the huge Japanese room, only a dim yellow lamp was lit, and Mo Ran huddled leisurely on the recliner, embroidering pictures of flowers and birds one by one stitch by thread, and his tone was calm when he was distracted, and his face was indifferent.

"reason?"

"still not clear."

The sliding door was ajar, and the cold wind poured into the room from the outside, blowing up the pure white Captain Haori.Lan Ran leaned against the door and looked at the full moon reflected on the pool, and said with a slight smile, "Aren't you angry?"

"I'm not as angry as you for throwing me aside without explaining anything."

She is very practical, and the result of the investigation that she started privately a year ago is just a history that seems to be true and false in her eyes.Before the full picture of the incident is known, unnecessary speculation and anger will only blind thinking.

Secrets will be spread out, mostly by word of mouth, and the authenticity is open to question.At present, she can only find highly credible narratives from the Kuchiki family's rare documents to piece together the story.

"I just didn't expect," Aizen said with a low smile, "Miss Moran spent nearly a whole summer before she found out that she was being watched."

"...bad heart." Mo Ranxian paused for the movements in his hands, took a deep breath, and then said softly, "You can tell me directly."

He casually dropped a slightly ironic announcement, which caused her to be very upset, and she was not in the mood to touch the supposedly comfortable pajamas after the whole summer.

When she finally found out that something was wrong, she sent Mumi to the fifth team to deliver her declaration of anger, not to meet him until the rats were wiped out.

In summer, she obediently went to the familiar cooking booth to eat with Big Tail Wolf, and he looked like a half-smile at that time, but now he was almost annoyed when he thought about it.

"You have to ask your hidden guards to do more."

"You got to the point," Mo Ran Xianyi knew that the other party must have a mocking smile on his face, "I have been the head of the family for so many years, and I only recently discovered that those people are not mine."

After catching the elder, she simply waved her hand to reveal all the hidden guards hidden around the courtyard, and asked them to take turns trying the signal ghosts used for lie detection.

The instruction is simple: whether to be loyal to the head of the family.

As a result, none were left behind.

Thinking of this, Moran Xianyi sighed in a low voice: "Maybe I should consider my grandfather's suggestion and just find a personal guard."

Afterwards, the hidden guard re-selected by Suzuki Sumire will be insurance, and she can't wait for it.

"Is that supervisor not competent?" Lan Ran turned sideways to watch her skillfully embroider flowers, and stopped from time to time to take a closer look.

"I've had enough about Sumire, I'll feel sorry for bothering her any more."

"How long do you think it will take for them to find you?" Lan Ran retreated into the room and closed the door, walking slowly towards the woman who wrapped herself into a ball.

Carefully sketching the red plums on the branches, Moran Xianyi stopped and was quite satisfied with the semi-finished product: "I don't know for certain, I guess they have to pick a good time."

It's about 20 years at the latest.

But she didn't intend to let Aizen know about this.

"I've been curious about something for a long time, Miss Moran." Lan Ran bent down and leaned her face against her, "Can I learn the special ghost way of the Moran clan?"

"Okay, it's nothing." She agreed readily, with a smile on her lips, "Just try this for beginners."

While saying that she only needs to flick her fingers if she is proficient, but she can only obediently do space seals if she is too complicated. Mo Ranxian clapped her hands and said a chant, and a small sphere appeared in midair.

"Square cube, triangular cone, and sphere, these are the three most basic forms of success." She smiled, waiting for the other party to express.

Seeing her sly smile, Lan Ran knew that there must be deceit in it.

I tried to imitate her movements a few times, but no matter how I adjusted, I could only make irregular things, and the shape did not last long.

"Look, Captain Lan Ran." Mo Ran Xianyi smiled and snapped his fingers, Lan Ran followed her gaze, and a little heart circled around his head.

Aizen smiled and shook his head: "There are so many tricks."

Letting the ghost way disappear, Moran Xianyi laughed softly: "The ghost way passed down through the inheritance naturally has its special features. I used to follow my grandfather's movements and learned it in one go."

It has nothing to do with talent, blood relationship is the key.Although outsiders can learn superficiality through hard work, it may be difficult for more complicated ones.

"It's a pity, I still think that the signal ghost way is very interesting." Lan Ran smiled, while trying the entry-level money that Mo Ran Xianyi said a few times, and succeeded once after catching the skill.

Seeing the cube spinning in mid-air, Moran Xianyi decided to take back the statement that it has nothing to do with talent.Thinking that the other party's memory was exceptionally good, he demonstrated it in detail.

In the past, she practiced with her mother, and she had already memorized every step of this ghost path created by her grandfather, but she didn't have many opportunities to use it. Today, she used it several times in a row, and her heart became cold.

"Miss Moran taught me the way of ghosts so simply, is it okay?"

Mo Ran Xianyi shook his head indifferently: "What we have passed down is the method of creation, and what you have learned is only one of the results."

The key core of their space ghost way is actually preservation, which is a technology that can preserve energy.

Others can use the results of the development, but the success rate is low, and no steps can be omitted; on the contrary, members of the direct lineage can understand the principle of this thing as long as they use it once, and it is especially easy to improve and innovate.

This is a memory inherent in the blood.

"With the blood of the royal family, it's no wonder that the nobles don't let themselves bleed." Hiding in a safe corner, pointing fingers, protecting oneself wisely, and don't have to bear it by yourself if you make a mistake.A trace of disapproval flashed in Aizen's eyes, but his tone was extremely gentle.

"Although the blood relationship has faded after so many generations, it's true—" Mo Ran Xianyi pulled up the quilt to cover his face and shrunk into a ball, the voice coming from the quilt was muffled and vague, "Stand at the front line Aristocrats who fight are often called fools."

For example, Kuchiki and Sifengin.

Listening to the man asking her to get rid of this airtight habit, Mo Ran Xianyi didn't plan to talk to him.The recliner is very comfortable, and shrinking into the small space she created made her feel particularly at ease.

Seeing that the other party did not tear off her quilt as usual, she relaxed a little.After turning to the left, she seemed to think of something again.

"Tell you a little knowledge."

"Please say."

"The four great nobles—oh, the five great nobles before the Shiba family fell—don't allow all members to gather in the same place." Moran Xianyi told him the rules set in Room 46 in the past, "So I haven't done it until now." I actually had contact with the owners of the other two families."

"Aren't we going to meet at the regular meeting?"

"It should be like this," Moran Xianyi said with a smile when he heard the words, "but I only choose to participate in gatherings with Captain Kuchiki or Sifengyuan's family, after all, they are familiar people."

After becoming the Patriarch, she had more opportunities to communicate with Kuchiki Byakuya, so she inquired in advance about the sessions that he attended as the chairman. Compared with other people's long-winded speeches, she preferred the other's concise style of speech.

In view of the delicate balance among nobles, it is better for her not to have any contact with the other two nobles, not to mention their behind-the-scenes style is somewhat unpleasant.

Aizen couldn't see her expression, but she must be very proud: "Is the reason so normal?"

"Don't make it seem like I have ulterior motives," the protest from the quilt was somewhat lacking in confidence, "I'm not you."

"Hey, I really don't judge people by their appearance."

"...I won't be okay either?" She just found a reason for herself to stare at the handsome man on the rostrum with confidence.Even if it wasn't Captain Kuchiki, Mr. Yushiro of the Sifengin family is very cute.

While saying with a guilty conscience, "I don't have any objections to the dignified old masters of the other two families", she opened a little gap to peek at what the other party was doing, and saw that Aizen was holding a half-finished embroidery picture in her hand and looking up and down .

"Why don't you make a draft?"

"It's not so rigorous just for practicing hands." While she wasn't paying attention, the quilt on her head was taken off by the man's left hand.

At the beginning, I embroidered casually to calm my mood, but as soon as I got interested, it became a picture of flowers and birds.The elder who watched her was probably also very depressed, why the head of the family was so uninspired, and stayed in the room doing needlework all day long after being laid off.

"Are you still mad at me?"

"How dare you." Moran Xianyi watched him put the embroidery back on the low table with a soft snort, "For the sake of you knowing how to do what I like, I only ask Mu Mi to slap you every day. "

Thinking of the big white dog that ate too much in the cold and rounded up, Lan Ran smiled softly: "Where's the fur ball?"

"Take the snacks to the Seventh Team to share with Goro, and I will probably come back later." Mo Ran Xianyi replied listlessly with his cheeks propped up.She worked so hard to raise her daughter, but in the end she only had her little boyfriend in her eyes. That's how she felt.

"Our Miss Xianyi seems a little lonely." Lan Ran took the woman and a ball of quilt off the recliner and put them into his arms, turning a deaf ear to her protest that she didn't want to leave the recliner.

"You can leave when Mumi comes back," Moran Xianyi resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "and I think a reclining chair can be worth ten blue-ran captains."

"Speaking of the reclining chair," Lan Ran narrowed his eyes with a smile, "it seems to be borrowed from you temporarily."

"Hey, I made a mistake just now, there are probably five Aizen captains."

"The lease period seems to be just after you decide to take the person out." It seems that there is no need to continue anti-surveillance.

"……two."

"After returning to the team building later, I will ask someone to move the recliner back."

"Oh, I must be confused. How can this thing compare to Captain Lan Ran's warm embrace?" Mo Ran Xianyi's brows and eyes curved, and the corners of his raised lips twitched slightly. He turned around and buried his face in the opponent's chest while talking .

If you really want her to say, the hard embrace is definitely not as comfortable as the reclining chair.But he couldn't be allowed to take it back until the artisans in her house succeeded in replicating a second chaise longue.

They have so far been unable to penetrate the secret of the chair's comfort.

Aizen watched the woman open her eyes and talk nonsense for a chair, and found it interesting.Nothing is set in stone, and being comfortable is only a relative term.

The subtle upgrade and replacement can keep this delicate noble lady fresh about the same thing.

His young lady is to a deck chair what a cat on a roof is to a warm winter sun.

Although she likes dogs, he really likes cats more.

"So... lend me a while longer?" Mo Ran Xianyi rubbed against the man's chest, his voice soft and slightly coquettish.

"I'll send someone to move it back tomorrow when I'm free."

Mo Ran Xianyi pursed his lips when he heard the words, but didn't say anything else.

Letting someone monitor her for more than half a year, and pretending to be a boudoir girl innocent, finally lured someone out to catch her, and I was tired.

It's fine if it's a covert maneuver. Although there is a lot of pressure, at least they are acting according to the regulations-but it's very puzzling that the elders of their own family have to do sneaky behaviors.

Before simply treating him and taking him to prison, she asked him in a low voice how much he knew about the Nanyun family, and he turned pale, saying that he did this for the benefit of the Moran clan, and he was determined not to answer.

What a hassle──

Obviously, he only needs to tell her the content of the transaction he made with Room 46, but it is the old-fashioned "in the name of love".

"I read the sixth adventure of Chihiro that was just published." Lan Ran stroked the woman's beautiful long hair, and the ink-like hair against her fair neck was like a carefully written calligraphy and painting.

Mo Ran Xianyi remained silent.

In the country of missing, residents will send several letters every year, but they don't know who the recipient is.They just write, post, and think about that person.

Friendship, family affection, love, they can vaguely feel the affection when writing the letter, how beautiful the emotion is, how lost the heart is when the letter is sent.

People who miss the country have never thought about how the postman of the migratory bird knows where to fly with the letter. Just watching the letter fly across the sea with the big pure white bird, they can get great happiness in their hearts.

Little Chihiro was very puzzled by this situation, so she wrote a letter here.

She knew exactly who she was going to write to, but she wrote the letter, and when a big teardrop blurred the ink, she forgot, and only one line was left blank in the title column.

When the letter was sent, she was very disappointed, but she felt a faint satisfaction in her heart.

She didn't think of the recipient until she left this land and set foot on the seventh mysterious kingdom.

That was the friend she made in the second adventure country. According to the law of the country, once she leaves, she can never return there.

So Chihiro finally knew—

"That is a country that is missed but eventually forgotten." Under the gaze of the other party, Mo Ran Xianyi reluctantly answered.I originally conceived the dessert kingdom, but I put the draft aside halfway and drew this first.

"Young Mori-kun likes this story very much," Lan Ran caressed the woman's cheek, and gently touched her forehead, "I cried after reading the story about Granny Biscuit."

"...Little Eunie is smiling happily." Biscuits, big birds, colorful stationery, the little boy she liked still took up a corner in her memories.

Compared with the other five books, the picture book was completed very quickly, and it was even more handy when attaching a short narration to each page. Perhaps she had already lost her childlike innocence.

The woman's forehead was a little hot, except for the occasional cough, it was not serious.

Lan Ran recalled that the vice-captain saw the picture book he had just purchased on his desk, and begged coyly for her to have a look, and he naturally agreed with a smile.

As a result, one morning passed, the girl's eyes were red when she returned the book at noon, and he was distracted to comfort her.

Although ostensibly written for children, the actual audience is mostly adults.

The small flaws in life are hard to say, but they are so beautiful.

"If you can think of important people when you leave, why don't you let them go out?" Lan Ran asked in a low voice, playing with his hand while the woman looked down.

When Moran Xianyi heard his question, he asked casually: "They are living happily, why did they leave?"

With slender fingers, well-defined joints, and meticulously manicured nails, this man is always so impeccable whenever I see him.

"But Chihiro left."

"That's why she can usher in growth," Mo Ran Xianyi gently held the other's hand, and said with a shallow smile, "only then will she know the preciousness of memories──and how happy it is to have someone who can listen to her tell her missing."

If one day she has to die, she hopes that the sadness will be forgotten, and only the good will be left when she remembers it.

"Miss Mo Ran, the declaration of not seeing each other should end, right?"

"kindness."

The melodious sound of bells came from the corridor, from far to near, and finally passed the owner's bedroom and entered the dog house directly.

Aizen looked at Moran Xianyi's dumbfounded expression, and smiled softly.The woman had already torn off the quilt, and was about to stand up and open the door for her, but the dog didn't intend to look for her at all.

"Captain Lanran, I'm very sorry," Moran Xianyi finally recovered from the shock, and immediately threw himself into Lanran's arms and cried, "Our Mumi failed in learning, Goro must have led her to ruin."

"That ball of hair makes you so nervous," Aizen reached out and took the Patriarch Haori from the back of the chair to put on her, and said slowly, "Someday your niece gets married..."

"I refuse to think about such a terrible topic." Mo Ranxian retreated from him, frowned to prevent him from continuing, "I just thought that she would not come to me when she was older, and I panicked."

Glancing at the clock by the wall, Ai Ran slowly got up and was about to go back to the team building, and casually said: "Miss Mo Ran can come to me when she is lonely."

Saying "Yes", Moran Xianyi smiled and handed the glasses on the table to the other party.

It wasn't until the figure of the man disappeared around the corner that she suppressed her smile, leaned against the door and stared at the courtyard absently.

In the end, she still couldn't have the cheek to let him stay.

Some words seemed meaningless if they weren't said today, but she didn't find a chance to say them.

She was still thinking about how hard it was to get used to being alone at night again, and whether she should just go on like this.

The no-meet declaration is over, but the no-stay declaration is not yet.

If she was rejected again, she might not be able to muster up the courage to speak again.

Just when she was thinking about which secret passageway to hide the recliner for her, her feet started to move.

Turning the corner quickly, her heart was rarely at peace.

Before crashing into the opponent's arms, Moran Xianyi stopped in time, puffed up his chest and tried to look calm: "I hope you can stay tonight, Captain Aizen."

Ai Ran seemed to have known that she would follow, and calmly said: "I refuse."

"Oh, that's fine." Hearing the answer, Moran Xianyi's momentum suddenly weakened, and he decided to wait for the man to leave Moran's house, and immediately ask someone to hide the recliner in her father's courtyard, and then return him a work made by a senior craftsman.

Weakly saying good night, Mo Ran Xianyi immediately turned around and ran back. Sure enough, even if he was mentally prepared, he would still be sad if he was really rejected──

Before there was more inner drama, he was taken back in the next second.

"Miss Moran, before you mention this, I think you still have something to say." She just followed up, she was only wearing the not-so-thick patriarchal haori, her cheeks were flushed from the cold.

This eldest lady often said that she was well versed in the way of health care. I am afraid that [-]% of this must be based on the careful care of special people. When there is only one person left, she always treats her body casually.

Temporarily loaning out his captain Haori, Aizen watched the hem of his clothes dragging on the ground, really feeling like a child wearing an adult's clothes.

Mo Ran Xianyi shook his long, wide sleeves, lowered his head and said in a muffled voice: "Actually, it's nothing important. If you're busy, don't force yourself to talk to me."

Now she just wants to go back and hide her things, she needs a comfortable recliner to comfort her glassy heart.

"Ink dyed leisurely."

"Okay, okay..." She was suddenly called out by her first and last name, and she was a little bit aggrieved while being frightened.

Although it was her problem not to find out earlier, she also felt uncomfortable being placed suddenly.I often go to him and say I am busy, and I am happy to have a meal with him for a long time.

How happy I was at the time, how uncomfortable I was when I knew the truth, as if I was unintentionally playing a clown to make him laugh.

She was very annoyed - such an incompetent self.

It took four months to sweep out the servants who had sneaked into the family, and it took some time for the elders to personally monitor her, and finally some results were achieved.

In order to concentrate on doing these things she hates, the person she avoids meeting is replaced by her.

She hasn't seen each other for a whole season, and she happens to have no intersection at work, so she writes her thoughts into the picture book story.

With her smooth forehead touching the man's chest, Mo Ran Xianyi said in a soft voice: "I miss you very much these days, Captain Aizan."

If there is a resident who has come out of the country of longing, presumably he just wants to get a sentence from the long longing──

"Me too."

Hearing the other party smile and say "Isn't this very important" in a mellow and deep voice, Mo Ran Xianyi's heart moved slightly.

The night is so beautiful with a full moon.

Mo Ran Xianyi wrapped her arms around the neck of the man she loved, and stood on tiptoe.

A shallow, thin, kiss like a superficial kiss, timidly falling and leaving gently.

She didn't dare to look at Aizen's expression, her courage quota for half a year was used up tonight.

Thinking that the other party might be unhappy for being so quiet, and belatedly thinking that she was still suffering from a cold, Mo Ran Xianyi suddenly turned pale.

After hesitating for a while, she was about to take off the captain's haori and return it to his room for reflection, when she was pulled into her arms.

"Yes, I'm sorry." Mo Ran Xianyi murmured.

"Why do you apologize?" There was an unconcealable smile in Aizen's voice.

"I feel sorry for not having your prior consent."

Laughing a few times, Lan Ran took the woman's cold hand and walked to the bedroom: "I'm not unhappy, don't think about it."

He just felt that he seemed to be at a loss.

This night, Aizen finally returned to the team dormitory──involuntarily.

Because a woman suddenly realizes that colds are contagious, and it seems like he's ever cared for the past 20 years.

Thinking of the other party's awe-inspiring appearance, Aizen couldn't help thinking:

The woman he likes is cute and interesting, but unfortunately he looks like a fool occasionally.