Chapter 467

From the heroes of the outlaw world to the scholars who subdue ghosts, it is clear that such things have existed since ancient times and are nothing to be surprised about!

Moreover, he is now far more terrifying than a ghost—he belongs to the group that creates ghosts.

Ah, he's very handsome too. Could it be that dangerous things are all... Indeed, since ancient times, the more charming something is, the more dangerous it is. The ancients were right!

Seeing him nodding repeatedly to himself, looking completely convinced, Touma Kazusa turned her head down in displeasure, her eyes sharp. "Hey!!"

"Hey, I'm here! Here, this is for you!"

He seamlessly transitioned, gesturing with the bag in his hand.

"What are you spacing out for...? What is this?"

"We made too many pastries at the shop, so I'm bringing you some."

"Mmm~ Mmm~"

She looked at it thoughtfully, "So they were leftovers from unsold stock."

"..."

While that's a plausible interpretation, most people wouldn't say that to someone's face.

Unfortunately, the girl in front of him was not normal to begin with... He stared regretfully at her head.

"I'll just throw it away if you don't want it. By the way, I've already sent the other portion to Yukina."

"... I didn't say I didn't want it."

Touma Kazusa shifted her gaze to the left, looking up at the night sky, and muttered softly, "Should we send it to Yukina first...?"

"It's just based on distance, and their lights go out early, unlike some guy who often stays up all night and sleeps in class."

He habitually closed his eyes and muttered to himself.

In the end, he inexplicably felt like he was talking about himself.

Do you even have the right to say that?

As expected, Touma Kazusa met his eyes with a slightly disdainful and amused look.

"..."

"Okay, I understand. You can leave your things there. I'll bring them in after you leave."

Touma Kazusa waved her hand dismissively, then turned her handsome oval face away.

"That's really too much. I've come all this way, aren't you going to invite me in for a seat?"

Sakurakoji Talent is a source of complaint.

"What do you want to do in a young woman's home alone so late at night?"

She gave me a wary look.

"... Whether you can get in or not is one thing, but out of politeness, you should at least ask... You asked Yukina and her parents, didn't you?"

"So you went in?"

"No, because it would take quite a while."

"Kora~"

She shrugged, seemingly having expected this, and said casually, "Since I already knew the answer, why bother? I don't like wasting time on pointless things."

"But you didn't guess it either... or rather, you didn't guess it at all, did you?"

"... Don't get bogged down in details; girls don't like guys who are too picky."

"That sounds so familiar, I feel like I've heard it somewhere before—never mind, since you insist, I'll be going now. Call me if you need anything."

Without saying much more, he placed his things on the ground by the door, waved goodbye, and said, "Bye-bye~ I'm going to catch the tram."

"Did you come by tram?"

Touma Kazusa's gaze shifted from the bag to him, and a childlike restlessness stirred within her.

"Um."

Why didn't you drive or take a taxi?

"That's so expensive! Money is hard to earn, you know? People like you who don't work wouldn't understand."

He tilted his head back arrogantly, as if he couldn't explain himself to you.

"..."

Even though she knew he was talking nonsense, Touma Kazusa didn't feel any rejection; instead, she felt a warmth in her heart.

"Then I really have to go, my home is quite far from here."

"Uh-huh."

She opened her small mouth, and her slender, jade-like fingers, longer than a boy's, twitched. She wanted to reach out and ask him to stay, but her pride and self-esteem prevented her from speaking up.

Or perhaps, for someone who usually speaks to no more than five people, her social skills aren't yet advanced enough to handle this kind of situation with ease.

Incidentally, of the five people, two were people she had recently met. The other three included her mother (let's say), the nanny who cleaned and did her laundry (let's say), and the head teacher who often picked on her and lectured her (let's say).

Although she wasn't Social Anxiety Disorder, she was just too lazy to talk to strangers, but in terms of the richness of her social network, she wasn't even as good as Gotou Hitori —how could there be such a failed and decadent young person!

Aside from her Piano, family background, and beauty, she is truly useless when it comes to self-care abilities.

But this also gives a glimpse into how clingy she Mirai to her future partner...

She watched him disappear into the darkness, which seemed even farther away than the streetlights. She stood there, staring blankly at the spot where the white figure had vanished for a moment, before turning her gaze away, gently opening the door, and taking in the small bag beside her.

As the iron gate closed, the ghostly woman with Black Long Straight Hair walked back into the darkness she had come from.

Three minutes later.

Kicking off her slippers, Touma Kazusa sprawled out on the large sofa in the bright living room, scooped out a small piece of pudding with a plastic spoon, and put it into the pale pink pudding.

"That guy's stuff is still not sweet enough, as always..."

"Can this really be called a dessert?"

Does he even know what the sweetness in "dessert" means?

As she ate, she murmured a complaint.

For Touma and her daughter, who have a severe sugar addiction, making sweets is all about balancing original flavors and health. Sakurakoji Talent, who doesn't like to add too much sugar, is simply unworthy of the profession of Pastry Chef!

They even put deadly amounts of sugar in their Drinks, let alone their desserts.

"But why is it so delicious...?"

The unresolved questions, along with the rapidly disappearing pale yellow pudding, vanished from this space.

Chapter 429 Several Emails at Night.

Back on the top floor of the apartment, after fulfilling my duties as a "music teacher" for a while, the clock had already struck twelve.

He walked out of the music room, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room at the top of the room for a long time, then took out a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, surrounded by a damp mist, he shook his dried silver hair and returned to his room in his pajamas.

Although it was already late, he was wide awake and had no intention of going to bed.

He pulled out the chair at his desk, pressed the touch-sensitive lamp, and opened his work laptop, something he hadn't done in a long time.

After unlocking, he first logged into his PC email account, which he hadn't used in a long time, and looked at his recent emails.

Unlike social networking software commonly used by young people, email is generally used by some office workers and academics.

Although it has drawbacks such as slow feedback, agonizing waiting, and low efficiency, well... there's no "but." It's just that some conservative old-fashioned people haven't changed their habits, which has affected various industries.

However, there are indeed some advantages for the party with the advantage, such as being able to reply whenever they want and being able to handle a large number of content files without being flustered.

Another point... is that, as some people say, this way, there's more time and room for careful consideration, making it seem more formal.

For example, Esther and Okura Rumin, who are not very familiar with each other, often use email to chat.

Submissions to competitions, magazines, and papers are primarily sent via email.

He used to use email primarily to deal with work partners and subordinates.

But since he stepped down from the enterprise operations team a few months ago, he hardly uses email anymore, at most checking it every few days.

The reason he has reopened it now is that he intends to continue his work there.

Anyway, for his body at this moment, sleeping less in the short term shouldn't have too much of an impact, and he can take advantage of the free time at night to do something worthwhile.

There was a time when he felt that there were two things in the world that were extremely wasteful: eating and sleeping.

Eating was extremely boring for him, because of his physical condition, he simply didn't have the energy to appreciate the deliciousness of the food.

The same goes for sleep; being woken up in pain mid-sleep is commonplace for him, and a balanced sleep quality is simply impossible to guarantee.

If it weren't for the fact that the human body needs nutrition and sleep, he would have quit long ago.

This is just right.

"Um?"

He opened the software, heard the notification sound, and saw several unread red dots, which surprised him somewhat.

He hasn't even started working yet, how come he has so many unread messages?

From top to bottom, the first email that catches the eye is the one with the most recent date and time, which was sent half an hour ago.

The sender is --Ōkura Okura Rina.

Oh, right, there are also some people who send him messages via email—his close but respectful family members.

Sometimes I'm afraid of disturbing his daily life, so I contact him via email.

"..."

No, what are you doing?!

His eyelids drooped, his expression was numb, and he stared at that unread message that looked sinister at first glance, feeling an urge to just swipe the mouse and delete it!

But reason told him that it was best not to do that.

"Let me see what it says first..." He moved the mouse slowly and anxiously, finally clicking the button with difficulty.

[Announcement:]

My foolish and fickle nephew~ As you probably already know, I am your dear and great aunt!

"..."

The first two lines, like a signature to prevent counterfeiting, made it very clear to him that this was indeed the handwriting of his little aunt who lived only a few kilometers away.

Hmm~ Sakurakoji Talent nods in agreement, "Continue!"

[I wonder when and where you will be being foolish and fickle at 24:00 on May 8th, or 00:00 on May 9th?]

[Note: In the Risana's line is, "Where is my good-for-nothing nephew now, being so good-for-nothing!" Also, another reason Risana the original work is that she finds him just as weak and annoying as she was back then. Eh~ people can't even empathize with their past selves.]

"..."

He squinted at the time on the screen; he hadn't noticed before, but she had actually sent it right on time.

That's impossible!

My cunning and treacherous aunt, who is so casual with him, would never be so ceremonial!

Unless...

Something unusual must be going on; he closed his eyes, a sense of unease rising within him.

[I was planning to send it to you last night, but things were so strange the day before yesterday... no! Because of you, I stayed up all night the day before yesterday! So I forgot to send it yesterday! How are you going to make it up to me?!]

"..."

Ha, what a clumsy attempt at staged accidents.

Sakurakoji Talent crossed his arms and chuckled dismissively, not taking it to heart.

Just because I didn't sleep one night, she thinks she can take advantage of my kindness? You old hag, Baby!

[But you know me, Auntie, I'm very easy to talk to, as long as you show your sincerity...]

"..."

Hmph, just one line apart and she's not even going to act anymore? Typical of her.