"I’m going to class now."
"Oh, okay. You can discuss with the dance troupe when to set off; the festival is starting soon. It’s a pity, I haven’t seen such a beautiful and elegant festival in a long time..."
"Thank you, Mr. Kamiya."
"You’re welcome. When you see the lady, please say a few good words for me."
Yukino Ritsuko gently waved her hand and turned to walk towards the backyard.
Sitting on the chair, Mr. Kamiya watched her back.
The light green dress matched well with the lush garden. Her attire was certainly simple; the black pointed high heels made her resemble a typical city office worker. However, even from a close distance, her exceptional aura was undeniable, just by looking at her figure alone; in face-to-face interaction, one surely couldn’t ignore her elegant and refined appearance.
One can only say, the Snow Woman truly deserves to be the purest and most flawless being in the world.
In the same sunlight, when Yukino Ritsuko walked through the entrance into the backyard, a man came in.
Wearing a white shirt and trousers, the man was about 1.85 meters tall, his hair tied in a ponytail, with a small patch of beard on the chin and a scar by his right eye. His gaze was deep and sharp, like the eyes of a predator hunting.
"Long time no see, Kamiya."
Mr. Kamiya was silent for a moment, then extended his thick right hand forward: "Takeuchi, long time no see."
The two hands clasped firmly together, and moments later, Takeuchi Akira sat down on a nearby chair, starting a casual conversation: "Is A Wen doing well?"
"Better than me." Mr. Kamiya replied.
A Wen was a German Shepherd kept at the Furukawa Conference Hall. It had a good disposition and was very smart, though it had a few strange habits, especially liking to eat spinach.
"Does it eat spinach?" Takeuchi Akira asked.
"Eats a lot, spinach has been expensive lately, it’s a bit hard on the finances."
"I’ve never seen a dog that likes spinach."
"A Wen doesn’t consider itself a dog."
"Then what does it think it is?"
"It seems to believe it’s a special existence that transcends that classification."
"So that’s why it likes spinach?"
"Haha, maybe." Mr. Kamiya laughed briefly, his gaze not on the person he was speaking with, instead lifting his foot lightly to check the shine on his shoes. Then he continued, "I heard you’ve been short on cash lately?"
"As expected of Mr. Kamiya, nothing can be hidden from you." Takeuchi Akira looked surprised, then smiled, whispering, "But a few days ago, I found a sponsor, and the funding gap has been largely filled."
"That’s good." Only then did Mr. Kamiya turn to look at him, with a smile-like expression curling at the corner of his mouth, "I almost thought you came to borrow money, I nearly wanted to chase you away."
"Just here to catch up, don’t be so heartless." Takeuchi Akira leaned back in his chair, putting his hands on his knees, quietly gazing at the lush trees in the garden.
The air was fresh, with the scent of flowers, grass, and trees.
The watered lawn was still somewhat damp, small white flowers on the wild grass hung low with dewdrops, the tender green grass roots seemed to bask in the sunlight, while the petal’s containing pollen glistened.
This was the real world, time flowed as usual, a stable August afternoon without any signs of the dark side.
"The Nagano Mountain Mountain God Festival is about to start." Takeuchi Akira suddenly said.
"Oh, I know, it’s always this time every year." Mr. Kamiya replied in a tone of mild neglect.
A big dog came running over, digging a bit in the grass, then wagging its tail before running over and pouncing on Mr. Kamiya, sniffing his face, then turning towards Takeuchi Akira, nodding its head.
"A Wen." Takeuchi Akira whistled.
The German Shepherd came over, wagging its tail left and right hitting his legs, seemingly trying to drive him away.
"Still doesn’t welcome me." Takeuchi Akira tapped the armrest of the chair with his finger, then shook his head helplessly.
Mr. Kamiya didn’t respond to this, contentedly gazing at the garden.
The wind completely stopped.
The willow leaves hung down quietly, a few tips of the branches almost touching the ground.
"Is Yukino still here?" Takeuchi Akira asked.
"Occasionally comes back." Mr. Kamiya said, then smirked, "Not to criticize, but Snow Woman is a heartless creature; even in front of me, I can’t avoid being snubbed... uh, what exactly do you want?"
"Recently, I learned a bit about her from a business partner, still quite happy; since she left the hall, it’s been five years, this is the first time hearing news about her..." Takeuchi Akira touched the scar on the corner of his eye with his finger, with a slightly melancholic expression, "Not to hide from Mr. Kamiya, although this scar is caused by Yukino, I don’t blame her at all... over the years, I’ve met many women, but unconsciously compared them to Yukino. The more I compared, the more I felt Yukino was the most graceful, such a pity... if only five years ago I knew she was leaving the hall, I should have taken her away..."
Mr. Kamiya slightly furrowed his brows.
This tone from the Ghost Clan seemed to contain a possibility that could raise his caution.
"You want to find Yukino?" Mr. Kamiya asked.
Takeuchi Akira looked into his eyes.
As a proxy for the Old Lady Furukawa in the human world, this bodyguard’s eyes always remained neutral, without any so-called emotion or inclination towards any side.
"Just wanted to catch up." Takeuchi Akira replied, "When I used to frequent the hall, she was still the lady’s maid, her exhibited grace was already very captivating. Although I don’t know her past, I still feel it’s worth trying to make an effort."