355 Beautiful Widow Landlord... (1/2)

”This is coercion through violence! I'm going to call the police.” Chiaki acted as if she were resisting him.

”Heh heh, resistance is futile.” Seiji pretended to be some evil antagonist. Although he wanted to make a pose as well, he couldn't because his hands were carrying the shopping bag filled with what he had just purchased. ”In this demon king's domain, nobody can save you! So give up on your useless resistance and obey your king!”

Chiaki giggled at this. ”It seems mismatched for you to say something like that while carrying a shopping bag in your hands.”

”I think so as well. How about you help me carry this for a moment, while I make a pose and say it again?”

”You actually want a soft and weak flowery girl like me to carry something heavy? You're so terrible!”

”Terrible? Please.” Seiji looked directly at her face. ”Alright, I'll stop joking around now. Let's be serious here: just what exactly happened?”

”Can't you be more considerate, and let me act the part of a melancholy girl some more?” Chiaki transformed into a sad pose.

”Alright then, melancholy girl. Hello and goodbye.” Seiji decisively began walking off.

”Wait! Don't leave me here.” He heard a voice from behind him. Chiaki was running after him.

”Honestly,” she said with a snort. ”Just leaving like that...”

”I don't know this melancholy girl and have nothing to say.”

”Don't treat me like a stranger!”

Chiaki reached out her hand. ”Give me that shopping bag in your left hand. I'll help you carry it.”

”I don't know and soft and weak flowery girls.”

”Stop joking around and give it to me.” The soft and weak flowery girl forcefully took a paper sack from him.

'Weren't you the one joking around first?' Seiji had such a look in his eyes.

Chiaki pretended not to notice.

The two of them walked on the street together side by side in silence.

”Weren't you having a date with Natsuya Yoruhana today?” Chiaki asked suddenly.

”It wasn't a date. I was accompanying her to a party.”

”A party?”

”Yes, a Yin-Yang Master party. She asked me to accompany her as her temporary Spirit-branded Retainer.”

”Retainer… you fought for her, right?” Chiaki recalled how he had mentioned using violence today.

Seiji nodded. ”Yes, I participated in a few duels.”

”Apart from that?”

”Apart from that… nothing else happened.”

Chiaki looked at him, and her mouth arced upwards ambiguously. ”Joining such a party together with a mega beauty, but nothing intimate happened! What a pity~”

Seiji was rendered speechless. He felt that there was something subtle about her tone of voice.

”By the way,” Chiaki said as an afterthought, ”weren't you supposed to accompany her for the entire day?”

Chiaki blinked at this. ”You're calling the president by name now.”

”Yeah.”

”Isn't this an intimate event? And you said there wasn't anything at all. Liar.”

”Not at all. She asked me to call her by name before the party.”

”What happened before the party then?”

”Nothing much… no, some things indeed happened. Didn't Mika tell you?”

Chiaki had a confused expression.

It seemed that she didn't know what had happened. Seiji pondered for a moment, before deciding to tell her.

Chiaki learned about the mysterious board game which pulled them into fantastical illusions, and the subsequent investigation regarding its history, the collection items in the Uehara family's storage, and the mystery regarding the deceased Mr. Uehara…

Chiaki's eyes widened at this.

”…Now, we're just waiting for the results of the investigation. Hopefully, we'll be able to find out the truth.”

”Mika…”

”She's feeling a little anxious regarding this matter and is currently processing it. She probably didn't tell you for the time being because she didn't want you to worry,” Seiji explained.

Chiaki fell silent for a moment before smiling.

”If Mika's father is actually just like you, the young master of some illustrious family with mystical power who was out in society by himself, then Mika is a commoner girl who actually has the bloodline of an illustrious family… Having such an unknown extraordinary past, it sounds just like the female lead of a television drama.”

”The Uehara family isn't that kind of family.”

”Perhaps her father wasn't from the Uehara family to begin with, and was adopted?”