Sakamoto at Your Service. What Can I Do for You?

Whether their own leader is truly a figure of importance is a complex question that Nanami cannot answer.

All she knew was that since the younger brother in front of her was named Menethil, his status should be higher than that of her own boss.

If the other party wants to fire her, then no matter how protective her own boss is, he probably can't save her.

The thought that her previous little mistake had been seen by the other party made Nanami feel that her future was bleak, and she couldn't help but feel sad and couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

"What's wrong, Little Misora? What happened outside?"

A loud shout suddenly came from the office inside.

Clearly, Nanami's crying had already attracted the attention of the inside staff.

"Boss—! Help—!"

Upon hearing the voices coming from inside, Nanami felt like a child who had been bullied by classmates finally seeing their parents, and let out a cry of extreme grievance.

"..."

Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, Bell felt utterly exhausted, and even the desire to complain vanished.

So when did he say he was going to fire the other person?

He wouldn't arbitrarily interfere with personnel appointments and dismissals at these branch locations of the family.

He couldn't be bothered to get involved.

So, he just followed the normal procedure and added his name. How did it make him seem like a big bad wolf about to rape a little lamb?

Is this some kind of baseless accusation?

Is there no law anymore?!

"Who dares to bully our Little Misora?! If you have a problem, come at me if you dare!"

"I am Sakamoto. What brings you here?"

Sakamoto kicked open the office door and led the charge out.

He's run his Odd Jobs Shop here for almost ten years, and no one has ever dared to come here to cause trouble!

Today he'd like to see which thug was so blind as to dare cause trouble on his turf!

However, as soon as he rushed out, Sakamoto froze.

The scene that I had imagined, Little Misora was tackled to the ground, did not happen.

On the contrary, it was Little Misora was trying her best to break through the barrier of the bar and pounce on the other person.

Moreover, looking at the boy with black hair and black eyes, wearing a dark gray trench coat and a helpless smile on his face not far away, Sakamoto felt that the other person looked familiar no matter how he looked at him.

Then, recalling the notification he suddenly received last night, saying that a high-ranking member of the family might be coming to visit soon, he was told to be careful in receiving them.

Strictly speaking, there are only a handful of people in the family with higher status than him, and among them, only one is a teenager.

Therefore, the other party's identity is self-evident.

"You are... Young Master Bell?"

Sakamoto asked uncertainly.

He had seen photos of important family members before, but Bell's photo was taken several years ago, so he wasn't entirely sure.

"Yes, you must be Sakamoto, the head of the family's Japan branch?"

"Bell said."

Similarly, Bell had seen photos of all the core members of the family, so he recognized the man at a glance.

Tall and slender, with black-rimmed glasses and meticulously styled hair, everything about him was exactly the same as in the photo.

"Yes, welcome, Young Master."

Also, I don't know what Little Misora has done to offend you? I apologize on her behalf, and I hope you can forgive her this time.

As he spoke, Sakamoto glanced at Nanami with a complicated expression.

Don't get me wrong, Nanami isn't his illegitimate daughter or anything like that. They have no connection whatsoever outside of work.

He was simply feeling sorry for the other person.

He remembered the first time he met the other person was on a... very ordinary evening. He was on his way to find an izakaya (Japanese pub) for a drink when he ran into the other person handing out flyers on the street.

At first, he didn't pay attention, until a gust of wind blew up her skirt...

Cough cough cough!

Don't get me wrong, he's a very serious person. It was really just an accident; he just happened to be looking in that direction.

Therefore, he saw that Nanami, who was holding the flyers with both hands and had no free hand to hold down her skirt, suddenly had a burst of magical light on her body, which fixed the skirt firmly in place.

This is actually an Onmyoji?!

Sakamoto was shocked.

As a self-taught Onmyoji from an ordinary family, he had seen many Onmyoji who, like him, came from poor backgrounds, had weak lineages, lacked strength, and were in dire straits.

But to his dismay, the person handing out flyers was dressed in a maid outfit—this was truly the first time he had ever encountered such a situation!

Out of curiosity, he stepped forward when the other person looked at him with a "Oh no! We've been seen! What should I do? Should I kill him?" look on his face, revealed his identity as Onmyoji, and relieved the other person's troubles.

After a brief conversation, he quickly understood why the other person was doing so poorly.

This girl is so dense!

He wondered if the other person had put all their talent points into sorcery; even he was amazed by their spell-based manipulation of the skirt. But why was their brain so slow?

To prevent the other person from being tricked into working as a hostess at a club someday, Sakamoto took pity on her and took her in.

Originally, he thought that with his group of people looking after her, there was no hope of her becoming famous and rich, but at least he could keep this silly girl from being bullied.

But who would have thought that just over a month later, their Young Master would suddenly run off to Japan. And, coincidentally, Little Misora walked right into his trap.

"Sigh!"

Sakamoto sighed inwardly.

To be honest, he also bears some responsibility for this; it's all his fault for not reminding the other party immediately.

He didn't pay much attention to the notification from his family last night.

He wasn't surprised that the notification didn't specify who was coming or when.

After all, it was the whereabouts of an important family member, so in case of any unforeseen circumstances, it was impossible to reveal it casually.

But he really didn't expect that the other party would come over so early the next morning!

His reception plan was only half completed, let alone informing his subordinates to prepare.

To be honest, he had planned to renovate the place in the next few days and hire a few extra people to make it look more impressive. Now that's all gone...

"There's no need to apologize. The flight attendant didn't offend me; it was just a small misunderstanding."

Bell explained with a wry smile.

As he spoke, he turned to look at Nanami, whose eyes were brimming with tears, and said helplessly:

"Okay, stop crying. I never said I was going to fire you. It's just a nap. Nobody's coming anyway, so go ahead and sleep if you want. It's no big deal."

But you still need to remember the name; remember to copy it five hundred times when you get back.

After saying that, Bell couldn't help but laugh.