Chapter 343: Buildup of Trus (1/2)
“Kohaku-san.”
Taiyou called her over, looking in the direction of the door.
“Is it only you?”
“Nay, I have another one with me.”
“I-I-I-I’m so sorry, f-f-for barging in.”
The one who spoke timidly was Juurokuya. Despite having the same face as Youran, her personality was the exact opposite, making all who heard her feel rather funny.
“So it’s just the two of you?”
“Aye.”
“What about her sister?”
Shirokiyami twitched within his arms.
“We ‘ave the situation under control, lad.”
“…And I can trust you on that statement, right?”
“Of course, ja.”
Kohaku grinned. She walked closer to Taiyou and then gave him a smooch.
“I know not what lies ahead, ja. This not be the right time to let her free. We be handling the lassie very fine. Although we are also keeping close watch over ‘er to ensure she don’t try anything funny.”
“So she’s under house arrest.”
“Aye.”
“All right, then.”
Taiyou nodded, relieved. He understood what she was getting at, so he decided to trust her as he went back to the conversation at hand.
“Anyhow, what did you mean when you came in here and said ‘about that’?”
“It be not difficult to understand, laddie. Just change up yer perspective a mite.”
“Perspective?”
“Or rather, the object of the conversation.”
“The object…”
Taiyou tilted his head. Sakura suddenly realized something, narrowing her eyebrows.
“Are you…referring to me?”
“Aye. The likelihood be not zero, would ye not agree?”
“Surely you jest.”
“What are you talking about?”
Taiyou asked Kohaku, frowning.
“In other words, husband, yer getting into all this not because the lass asked ye to, but because of who she asked ye to help; ja.”
“…Oh no, no way.”
Taiyou finally understood what she was saying, grimacing. He hadn’t even considered that idea, but he couldn’t do anything other than deny that.
“Why did you come to that conclusion?”
“There be but one space left for yer quota, nay?”
“I wouldn’t call it a ‘quota’ persay, but, no, that reason is impossible.”
“Then maybe because ye want to have the sister bowl?”
“No, I’m telling you that’s not even close.”
“Then maybe the mother-daughter bowl—-”
“Could you please stop talking about all of this?”
He put a finger over Kohaku’s lips.
“I do not choose based off of things like that. I don’t even ‘choose’ in the first place.”
He stared straight into Kohaku’s eyes, admonishing her.