Why does the Ruined King still fall in love?

Crazy young lads looking for cute girlfriends at school.This pursuit of romance, often by playing some super popular sport like football or baseball, and experiencing life as if it were a sport, leads some to consider their high school years to be the high point of their lives.

These are people who will fondly recall their high school days and, perhaps, flash back to when they worked pointless day jobs for a corporation.The company would fire them after a few years and hire a new batch of younger, better trained employees.

They will look back fondly on a simpler time.They think if they just practice more, study more, or join a club or student government, they'll have a wonderful high school life to be proud of.That way, when they're locked in a cage between cubicles, they can tell themselves "wow".It's worth it!

But what about people without them?

What about people who have no ambition, no romance, no passion to make life good? What if a person is forced to live a life beyond their choice?

High school life will not be the climax of their lives.High school is just something to do, and you can forget about it.

Maybe people are just holding themselves back.

Mediocrity is seductive.If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't gain tiger cubs, but (if you don't enter the tiger's den), you will not lose anything.It's easy to be human or trash and think the world is against you.

Anyway, what use is this to the minds of people in the trunk of a car?

The limousine pulled up not long ago.There is a long pause.Sometimes there was the sound of footsteps passing, the heels of shoes clicking on the concrete floor.Other times, there is small talk to break the monotony.Hayama should have come to pick me up.

Finally, fed up with the pain of being kidnapped, I pulled the lock on the emergency trunk.

When I came out, I was in an underground parking lot.

After finding a few stairs, I went up and realized I was in that building.And there was a garden party outside.

This is my second time walking around the building.I figured Yukinoshita would be in her room, waiting for the garden party to announce her arrival.

Everyone is in the mix.Champagne flutes and conversation erupted.Every now and then, the air is filled with laughter from what might have been a poorly retold joke or an unfunny anecdote.I darted through the crowd, playing a lone guest.Servants came and went, too, carrying trays of drinks and refreshments.I ate a few bites of the brightly colored cheese patties.It's free after all.

As I munched on this delicacy, not sure I liked the combination of cream cheese and cold cut pork, with salty slices in my mouth, I overheard someone talking.

"—This is not Yukinoshita's style. It may have been his wife's idea."

It was a fat man.He was talking to a similarly wealthy elderly couple.They all have drinks in their hands.The only time they greeted someone outside the circle was when a servant walked past them with an interesting morsel on a tray.

"They called it a campaign rally ... but look, I heard it differently! It wasn't a campaign rally at all," said one woman who appeared to have had too much surgery.She looks a bit like a super breed like Frieza.

This conversation piqued my interest.Using my mastery of blending in, I slowly approach them.The area is a bit crowded so it's not suspicious to be so close.

"Oh, really?" asked a portly gentleman whose suit was too tight for his waistline. "If Yukinoshita wants to keep his seat, he needs all the help he can get!"

"Oh, please," the woman said. "When is Yukinoshita having a hard time keeping his seat?"

"I think it's true," replied the fat man. "If it's not a campaign rally, what is it?"

The woman moved closer to her small audience. "It is said that they will use this to announce Miss Second's engagement! Can you believe it?

"Under the snow?" Another person shook his head.He was wearing a gray bathrobe, like a prim daimyo. "That's the younger daughter, isn't it? I can't say I approve of younger sisters getting married before older sisters."

"What an old-fashioned idea! It is said that Yukinoshita Yukino is going to marry Hayama Hayato."

"A lawyer's son? This is a valuable marriage." The fat man nodded approvingly.

"Yes, yes." The woman agreed excitedly, "but the most exciting thing is that it is said that the two have been in love since childhood. Can you believe it? A pair of childhood sweethearts. Ah! This kind of thing will definitely stimulate Housewives rushed to the polls."

I am leaving.

I don't want to hear it anymore.

I don't know what makes me sick more.How distorted reality and rumors have become.It's as if everyone has become a critic, thinking that their interpretation of events is the correct and appropriate way of evaluating the canon.Or if Yukinoshita's life and future are only being used as a political tool.

I have to stop this.I walked towards the gate of the mansion, thinking, how am I going to distract the guard on duty when I'm--?

"I can't think of it, Hikigu-kun~"

I was caught.

"Um?"

The cold eyes fell on me, like a tiger catching delicious prey.She was wearing a soft blue dress that looked like snow in the moonlight.Her slender skin was equally pale.She licked her lips, thinking that I was worthy of her attention, and, scarier still, of her pretending to love me for the fun of it.

Yono under the snow.

"I was waiting for you. I thought you would be with Hihama-chan."

"Yugahama is occupied." I lied.

Because I really don't know where Yuigahama is.

"Ara, really?" Yang Nao stopped, covering her mouth with her fingertips and laughing. "Then you came here to steal our snowy sauce?"

"Does she really want it all...or is it just because she can't say no to her mother?"

Yang Nao ignored my answer and shrugged. "What daughter doesn't love her mother? What mother doesn't want her daughter to be greater than she was before?"

"Is it really such a bad situation?"

"You're absolutely right. Take it." Yang Nai ordered.She held out her hand, hands up, looking at me expectantly.She treated me like a dog, like I was a beast at her beck and call.

Not knowing what to do, I put my hand on hers.

"Ha!" Yang Nai giggled.

"You're so obedient, Hikigu-kun! You'd be a great partner." She smiled softly, then took her hand in mine like a flytrap. "Come. Come with me." She moved closer to me, her lips against my skin.I feel her breathing in my ear. "Otherwise, you'll never find a way to get past the guards and get into the building you've been watching."

"This scene seems very familiar," I said.

Yang Nai ignored me, she waved the guards stationed at the door away, and then led me into the mansion.

"Really? Ah~ that's right. The party. It was a tryst. But I figured, two trysts lead to an affair." She pulled me down the corridor. "Don't you agree?"

"I don't understand how we could have an affair if we were both single."

"Are you sure?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I can't imagine what poor fool could put up with such a woman.Hino is smiling like she just heard the deepest joke this side of the galaxy.

"No."

"Then why—?"

We stopped before a large oak door.

"Here we come," Yang Nao said politely.She knocked a few times. "I brought him..." Yang Nai opened the tall door and said affectionately. "dad."

dad?

"Mr. Dead Fisheye! Nice to see you again!" Nope. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"No—no. I'm fine."

"So! What brought you into my house?"

The generosity and hospitality of the old man is irresistible.It's like I'm breathing in a sea of ​​mental stress, or breathing in intent to kill.Perhaps, this was part of his strategy to unnerve his opponents.The man was, after all, a career politician.

"I'm just here to party." My teeth gnash together.It's a deliberate attempt to come across as lively and enthusiastic.As the saying goes: "Fake it 'til you make it".But even a squirrel can tell I'm a fake, like a wet green sock is a fish.

"OK! This is OK enough! Have fun? We invited a band from Sendai. Can you believe it? Sendai!" Mr. Yukinoshita clasped his hands excitedly, "Have you tasted our appetizer Is the food ready?"

Well, don't tell me he believed me.

"No. I'm full. Thanks."

He smiled and seemed sure that his guests were treated and entertained.

Most likely, he doesn't care about that.

"Are you going to let this farce continue?"

"What do you mean, child?"

"Does Yukinoshita really want this?"

He sighed.

"Do you have someone special?"

"Someone special?"

"Like a girlfriend."

"Do not......"

"Then you won't understand," he said. "You don't know what it's like, to have a hard choice between what's best and what will give them short-lived happiness. The Yukinoshita family is caught in a trap. But, I'm outnumbered, Hands and feet were bound."

"Then why didn't you change them?"

He gave me a toothy smile.

"Family is complicated. Maybe when you have your own family, you will understand." Yukinoshita's father crossed his hands. "Then again, maybe you'll end up marrying a little cardboard figure—one of those girls you guys seem to be so enamored with today. Just a few days ago, my PR consultant suggested that I support Some of these shows. Can you imagine? An anime that brazenly promotes Chiba?"

"Did you sign it?"

"Of course not." He smiled.

Yukinoshita's father took out an exquisite box from an invisible drawer.He smoked a thick cigar.

"Don't tell my wife. I told her I stopped smoking. Then again, she probably knew. She just told people I quit. Women are like that." He giggled as he flicked the lighter. "Oh, I'm a little nervous."

"Why are you nervous? You're not the one to get engaged."

He was staring at me with a big cigar in his mouth. "Aren't I? Ha!"

Finally, a little red light shot from the tip of the cigar. "I forget that sometimes. I mean, I'm just giving away my youngest baby girl." He sucks.

"Well, maybe that's for the best. Whether it is. Who knows?" Then he looked at Yango. "When will you get married, Yangyang (Haru, Haru)?"

Yang Nai just smiled, as if he was used to being treated as a pet's name.

"I have someone in my heart." I could feel her cold eyes squinting at me.

Please, don't look at me.

Dealing with your sister will consume all my energy, I really can't add you......

Well, I was just delusional, you know, the teenage kind.

"Huh...that's fine. But I don't want to see him." He said with his arms folded.Yang Nai giggled. "Yangyang, can you check Xue Nai for me? I'm worried she might be nervous."

"Of course, father." Yang Nai bowed politely, and then left. "If you need me, I'm around."

Now I am alone with this person.

"Is this really the best for Yukinoshita?"

He looked at me curiously.

"Funny that you didn't call her by her first name."

"We're not that close."

"Are you serious?"

"I don't know what she's thinking."

he laughed. "That's right. It's the scary thing about being human. You never know what other people are thinking. They might think you're the best in the world and would die for you. People won't hesitate to stab you in the back A knife, or stab you in the heart."

"You're the type of person to use your daughter for political gain."

He blinked. "Oh, did you hear that rumor?" He chuckled, taking another puff on his cigar.

"Shouldn't she marry whoever she wants?"

"Ah. Young," he said gloomily. "What people do is think about these idealistic things. Love, life, liberty, happiness. What nonsense."

"you--"

"Do you think you are worthy of my daughter?"

I'm not, I'm brooding.

This question blew my mind when I understood the implications.

He wanted to know if I was interested in his daughter.

"Not good enough." I answered truthfully, interrupting his train of thought.

"Hmm. Good answer." He smiled when the smoke started to fill the room, "Hayama comes from a well-bred family. He has his own future waiting for him in the field of law or politics. He has family connections and is rich , and damn handsome." He winked at me. "Even though I never swim that side of the river, I admit he's in demand."

"But she doesn't want to marry him—"

"Idealism again!" The man's eyes had a dangerous gleam, like a maniac screaming: "I bet you! When you're 35, fat, bald, and realize you're accomplishing nothing in life is some Salaryman works with a protruding tailbone and no overtime pay. The boss of the company and the shareholders of the board of directors will roll the dice to gamble whether you will be fired. Maybe you will realize that your trivial thoughts are nothing to "happiness" Not worth it".

"But in the future she'll—"

"I'm protecting her future." He interrupted me with a smile.

"But she doesn't want that..." I started backing away, feeling my arguments contradict his cold logic.Of course, I remind myself, this is the man who raised a pair of ice princesses and married an ice queen.He is naturally the most ruthless.