The Heir of the Jaygarcia Family

Holy Land Mariejois, the Jaygarcia Family residence.

Before the grand palace at the center, the figures of Ross, Sola, and Otohime slowly appeared.

This luxurious bedchamber had originally belonged to Ross alone, but during the years he had spent waging war in the Shinigami world, he had granted special permission for these few people closest to him to stay here.

"Hm, hm, hm~♪"

The moment they stepped onto the white jade stairs, a soft humming like heavenly music drifted out through the half-open palace doors.

The song was ethereal and melodious, as if it could wash away the weariness of the soul. Even though it was only a few scattered notes hummed casually, it still carried a magical quality that left the whole body at ease.

The clear sound of a harp flowed like rippling water, occasionally accompanied by the distant, airy notes of a flute, weaving together into a cheerful movement.

Hearing that familiar voice, a gentle smile naturally appeared on Otohime's ever-dignified face.

Ross also gave a soft chuckle and did not stop, merely taking a step forward.

As he approached, the heavy, magnificent palace doors seemed to sense their master and silently opened to both sides on their own.

The sudden movement outside brought the harmonious symphony within the palace to an abrupt halt.

What followed was a flurry of rummaging sounds like utter chaos.

After a rustling commotion, a small, exquisitely pretty head cautiously poked out from behind the screen painted with a giant dragon at the deepest part of the hall.

It was an exceptionally beautiful young girl. Her features carried hints of Ross's handsomeness and boldness, while the delicate contours of her face were very much like Otohime in her youth.

"Shirahoshi! What have you been doing in here this time?"

Otohime glared at