The Three-Colored Lolis? (6.1K)

This is an Imperial Arms!

Before Mahiro, she had only heard about such a precious weapon from fairy tales, and wondered how someone like her could use it!

"Just take it when I tell you to."

Mahiro shoved the Pumpkin back in and held her tightly in his arms.

"Just like we said when we first met, you are my maid, Yotsuba Mahiro's maid. You must always live with your head held high, so what's wrong with a mere Teigu? Since you are my maid, only a Teigu is worthy of you, understand?"

"..."

Mine pressed her lips tightly together, her shoulders trembling involuntarily.

She no longer knew how to express her feelings at that moment through actions or words.

In the end, all he could do was keep saying thank you, clutching the Imperial Arm tightly to his chest.

Just a few years ago, she was a homeless girl wandering the streets, not knowing when she would starve to death.

But years later, she became the personal maid of Yotsuba Mahiro, a powerful minister whom even Minister Honest and the young Imperial Capital feared, and also acquired such a precious weapon.

If all of this is due to fate, then her fate is far too tortuous, and the contrast between her past and present is far too great.

She could never repay this kindness and this favor!

All I can do is make a silent vow in my heart.

No matter what happens in the future, no matter what dangers they may face, she will always stay by Mahiro's side.

If her master dies, Mine will definitely not live on alone!

"Alright, alright, let's leave the sentimental talk here. I need to go to the vault to get some serious business done."

Mahiro habitually touched Mine's hair.

Yes, even after all this time, it still feels familiar, especially the comfortable sensation of hair gliding through his fingertips. He really likes it.

Mine felt the warmth coming from above her head, but when she heard that Mine Mahiro do, she immediately became serious.

"Is there anything Mine can do for you?"

"You don't need to do anything special. Just don't let anyone disturb me during this time, and they're not allowed to get close, understand?"

"And what about dinner?"

"No, it's not necessary."

"Okay, Mine understands. I'll go and instruct the others."

Mine, carrying the Pumpkin, got off him, bowed respectfully, and left the room.

The main focus is on decisiveness and efficiency.

This is also what he likes about Mine; she doesn't need to explain things in detail, nor does she pry into things.

They will only execute his orders precisely.

"Well then, it's your turn next."

Mahiro stood up from his chair, turned around to look at the leather roll laid out on the carpet, picked it up, and headed straight for the mansion's vault.

Although it was called a vault, it was actually originally Aria's family's prison.

This gloomy environment couldn't be more fitting for what he was about to do.

After placing the leather roll on the ground and opening the outer wrapping, Taeko's body was fully revealed.

He had already cleaned the stains off his body, and his clothes had long been thrown away.

If you didn't see her bloodless, pale face and the hideous wound on her chest, Taeko would look as if she were fast asleep.

And what he needs to do next is quite simple--

"I don't know how far I can go in bringing the dead back to life."

With that, Mahiro pulled out "Night Demon," aimed it at Taeko's corpse, and slowly pulled the trigger.

[Initiating the tracing of individual intelligence agency change histories]

[Confirm recovery time point...]

Tatsuya's "Regrowth," or rather "intelligence coverage," can be traced back up to 24 hours.

However, he was not subject to such limitations. His greatest limitation was his own strength; the stronger he was, the further back in time he could trace back to.

However, this is the first time I've ever done something like resurrecting someone who's been dead for almost two months.

Gradually, his face turned pale, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

All the intelligence was transformed into experience and poured into his mind, even the experience of death.

Finally, he determined the point in time that Taeko had traveled back in time.

[Restoration begins.]

Everything seemed as if time had reversed.

The gruesome scars on his chest were healing and returning to their original whiteness; the broken bones were reassembling and connecting; the sunken chest was slowly regaining its original curve; and the nerves that had long been inactive were also regaining life and vitality like new buds.

The pale skin gradually took on a rosy hue.

Finally, Taeko's lost breath returned, rising and falling slowly with her chest.

"Nailed it!"

Mahiro surprised and felt a great sense of accomplishment.

This is different from previous intelligence coverage; it brought someone who had been dead for a long time back to life.

If this were possible, a bold idea inexplicably popped into his mind.

Could Miyuki's deceased mother, Maya Yotsuba's older sister— Yotsuba Clan Yotsuba Miya —also be resurrected using this method?

Although he didn't understand things like the soul, perhaps... the soul of a dead human is stored within the withered body!

At the very least, Taeko is a good example of this.

Gradually, the sleeping girl slowly awoke. Perhaps it was because her body was completely exposed to the air, and the coolness stimulated her, causing her to open her heavy eyelids again.

"... an unfamiliar ceiling."

Not only was the ceiling unfamiliar, but the surrounding environment was also very dark, and a chilling cold air was stimulating her nerves.

Where is this?

She didn't know; the only thing she remembered was that she seemed to have been killed by Cornelia.

But when she woke up again, she found herself here.

"So... this is the underworld?"

She sat up, looked around, and finally saw a blurry figure sitting not far away.

"Oh, you're awake."

The people there even greeted him.

"Are you... a ferryman from the underworld?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the blurry figure seem to stumble and almost fall.

Are all ferrymen in the underworld like this?

Even walking makes me fall down?

"This girl is inexplicably a bit airheaded..."

Mahiro straightened up again, silently complaining to himself.

I said, "Do you remember me?"

"You... it's you?!"

Upon seeing the figure emerge from the darkness, Taeko's pupils constricted sharply.

I instinctively reached my hand to the side, only to find nothing.

Only then did she remember.

He was already dead, this wasn't the human world, and he no longer needed to bear the responsibility of being an assassin.

Taeko felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders, and she felt inexplicably relieved.

She looked up again to meet the figure's gaze and said, "Yotsuba Clan, besides being the head of the Imperial Assassination Corps, are you also an escort from the Underworld?"

"I'm saying... you're just going to cling to this title of Underworld Ferryman, aren't you?"

Mahiro smiled helplessly.

That's to be expected, since the name of the society she belonged to was borrowed from the name of the Grim Reaper, and she had heard many fairy tales about the underworld since she was a child.

But he didn't know, and only sighed softly:

"Is it possible that you're not actually dead, and that I saved you?"

"Impossible!"

Taeko hesitated for a moment, then immediately dismissed the possibility.

Putting aside the fact that this man and she were adversaries.

She knew very well how badly she was injured. Not only was her chest ripped open and all her bones shattered, but her internal organs were also crushed and destroyed by the rubble. There was absolutely no chance of her survival.

"Fine, believe it or not is your business, but I suggest you listen carefully to what I'm about to say."

Mahiro cleared his throat and said to Taeko with an extremely solemn expression:

"Regarding the battle against the Oarburgh Assassination Group, your teacher Barbara was killed in action, your junior sister Chelsea went missing after her assassination attempt failed, and you were rescued by me and imprisoned here."

"Impossible."

This is the second time Taeko has denied it.

This time, however, she seemed to accept the fact that she was still alive, but her tone also became much colder.

As if she had returned to that aloof beauty demeanor, her gaze, sharp and cold, fixed on Mahiro.

"My teacher, Barbara Oarburgh, was known as [the Eyes of Death God Oarburgh], a top-tier assassin even in the history of assassins, one of the most powerful killers! How could she be dead!"

"It seems you only care about your teacher Barbara and completely ignore your junior sister Chelsea. I really feel sorry for her."

Mahiro shrugged and said in a teasing tone.

"No, I..."

"Alright, Mahiro said, waving his hand dismissively.

"Whether you believe it or not is your own business. I'm here to inform you that from this moment on, you are my captive, my slave."

Of course, you can also resist.

If you want to run away, that's fine with you.

But the world is only so big, where can you run to? No matter where you run to, I will bring you back.

Moreover, if I catch you, there will be extremely terrifying training waiting for you~

If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Chapter 152 Three-Colored Lolita? (6.1K)

Time flies.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

For two years, the Imperial Capital appeared calm on the surface, but undercurrents were surging beneath.

First and foremost, the landscape of the Imperial Capital has changed.

If previously Minister Honest held absolute power, constantly squeezing the space for the Righteous Faction, now it's a three-way balance of power.

Yotsuba Mahiro's team has completely risen to prominence.

Backed by General Budo, they integrated the Imperial Capital Guard Corps and the Imperial Assassination Department to form a new Secret Police.