Until the authentic Japanese meal was over, the three witches did nothing else of note.
At least not on the surface.
Hayahiko and Meiko were both very enthusiastic at the dinner table.
It didn't seem like an act; it felt more like it came from the heart.
Vincent knew he was in trouble.
No matter how well you perform, it's not a shield; instead, it becomes a reason for others to take advantage of you.
The Jingu couple were quite reserved, so he couldn't figure out why.
Cooperation is inevitable; the important thing is the method.
He was very patient, and after the meal, he took a stroll around the mansion without changing his expression.
Hayahiko and Meiko, like everyone else, didn't say anything until they returned to their rooms.
Stay calm, we're here for tourism.
The Shingu Family may have patience, but Abe and the Ashiya might not.
Early morning.
Vincent sat up from the bed.
It feels a little strange, even though I was asleep.
It would be even better if Neville's snoring were a little quieter.
After washing up, it's time to start your daily exercise.
The mansion's small garden is quite large, and it is planted with many rare plants.
They have no names, but they all possess magical effects.
Two little witches were sitting on the side of the corridor.
Vincent clicked his tongue and walked past them.
"You guys are here so early—well, never mind."
Hermione and Daphne both had large dark circles under their eyes.
Including the time spent watching TV shows on the plane, the two of them hadn't rested for a whole day and night.
"Take a rest." He calmly took off his coat and started doing push-ups with his back to them.
Hermione and Daphne both pursed their lips.
They had been sleepless all night, planning to count the magical plants.
"Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three..."
As expected, the more he counted, the more energetic he became.
They strongly suspected he did it on purpose, even without any evidence.
After fifty in a row, it's time to take a break.
"Mr. Wayne, are we not continuing?" Hermione's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Daphne's bloodshot eyes widened. "You don't seem to be breathing yet, do you?"
Vincent looked at them with particular surprise.
If you can't sleep, you can't sleep. Why are you so resentful?
Oh right, I haven't explained it to them yet!
"Young Master Wayne, please."
Changkichi, who had arrived at some unknown time, handed him a towel and a water cup.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, young master Wayne."
The timing was perfect...
Under the provocative gazes of the two little witches, Vincent drank half a glass of water, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and continued doing push-ups.
"Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three..."
Wow, you're starting to count now?
Every time Hermione counted, Daphne would clap her little hands.
With all this resentment, I might not even get sleepy counting until dark.
Vincent could certainly keep going all day, but there was no need for him to.
Still fifty.
"Clap clap clap—" The two little witches clapped their hands with forced smiles.
Wow, as expected of you!
"Wow, that's amazing! A hundred already!"
Changkichi produced a towel and a water cup from somewhere.
Are they at odds?
Just because you didn't sleep one night?
In this situation, all you have to do is bow your head and admit your mistake—no, why should I?!
He didn't do anything wrong, and he wasn't in a romantic relationship with them, so why should he have to bow his head and admit his mistakes?
Today, either they got so sleepy from counting that they collapsed, or he got so tired from doing push-ups that he collapsed!
They've hit a snatch!
Changkichi went to prepare towels and water.
When he returned, he had already counted two hundred.
Vincent was panting heavily, and his speed had obviously slowed down.
As the head steward of the Shingu Family, Changkichi knew about the training methods for those without magic.
Push-ups seem simple, but it's difficult to do 100 in a row.
It requires not only strong arm strength, but also exceptional endurance.
Even with the physical prowess of a wizard, it would be impossible to complete without long-term dedication.
It's almost seven o'clock, come over for breakfast.
He thoughtfully stood outside in the corridor.
A good housekeeper will never interfere too much in private matters.
He would stop anyone who wanted to enter beforehand.
Until the arrival of two other guests.
Rinne brought Kenny and Jennifer over. "Where's Vincent?"
"Young Master Wayne is in the garden." Changkichi respectfully stepped back.
"Young Miss, Miss Greengrass and Miss Granger are also here."
"Huh!?" Kenny's lips curled into a wicked smile.
Early romantic relationships are wrong, and as someone who has been through it, he has an obligation to stop them in advance.
Jennifer casually grabbed Rinne's hand. "Let's go, let's go take a look!"
This couple, who just got off the plane, don't seem sleepy at all.
"Three hundred and eighty-six, three hundred and eighty-seven..."
Interesting numbers.
Rinne's eyelids twitched wildly.
Reality is certainly not what we imagined, yet something seems off in every aspect.
Even with slow, deliberate movements, Vincent's arms, which held high the sleeves of his shirt, exuded power.
Despite their large dark circles, Hermione and Daphne were incredibly energetic, both in their voices and clapping rhythm.
She was confused.
The couple behind them walked forward with great interest.
"Haha! You've finally met your match!" Kenny squatted down in front of him, slapping the floor with glee.
"Hurry up! Give it your all, we're almost at four hundred!"
Despite being so infuriating, Vincent gritted his teeth and continued.
Jennifer smiled and conjured two small colorful balls from her magic wand in her coat pocket.
Wayne, you're the best!
Keep going, keep going, keep going! Victory is just around the corner! You'll reach 500 soon!
There's nothing we can do about it; it was destined to happen.
Vincent pulled hard, hooking one arm around Kenny's neck and covering his mouth with the other.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm—"
With just a little more force, his head would...
"I was just kidding." Vincent let go of his hand and helped him to his feet. "With your sense of humor, you must have known by now, right?"
"Ah—yes." Kenny quickly hid behind Jennifer.
Rinne turned away with a dark expression.
Comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable; comparing your fate will only make you sick.
After their initial surprise, Hermione and Daphne began to scrutinize the lively couple.
The man was tall and handsome, a typical American dandy.
The woman is passionate and outgoing, a typical American extroverted and hot stunner.
"Vincent, Kenny was just joking."
"Me too."
"Bullshit! You can't hide the look in someone's eyes when they want to kill them!"
Before things could escalate again, Rinne quickly stepped forward and kicked Kenny in the shin.
"Ouch—what are you doing?"
"Shut up."
She glanced at him coldly, "This is my home. Do you believe I'll throw you out right now?"
Jennifer blinked her big eyes and looked at her with a pitiful expression.
"Throw them out to sleep in a hotel."
Hermione and Daphne both looked at Vincent with a puzzled expression.
These three people seem to have a story, yet they also seem to have nothing at all.
"Shh—I'll tell you when I have time."
Could it be a misunderstanding?
And what are the true motives of the Shingu Family?
Yes, there was absolutely no misunderstanding.