Author's Note: (1) An English proverb, which carries the same meaning as "He who stands with the red, becomes red; he who stands with the ink, becomes black."
(2) Akai's surname "AKAI" means red.
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I thought.. this chapter.. I posted it yesterday..
Ahem.. never mind that.
To make it up to everyone, this chapter is quite long, mwah~
The prototype of a Shura field + The first beauty of this novel makes her debut
Chapter 49 Chapter 47 He couldn't believe it: "Why doesn't he.."
Gin has seen many beauties.
Shiratori Midori was undoubtedly number one. This top ranking had nothing to do with aesthetic style; what it was closely related to was the thickness of the filter. As for whether he was objective or not.. never mind that.
Aside from his sweetheart, Gin was quite objective regarding everyone else.
Curacao was cool and indifferent, while Masala was wild and heroic; even the young Miyano Shiho could be seen to possess a faint, cold elegance. Furthermore, Fujimine Yukiko and Vermouth each had their own unique charms, in terms of appearance alone, they were evenly matched—one was as lovely, lively, pure as a mountain lily, while the other possessed a thousand faces, charming to the bone yet possessing a decisive and ruthless edge. As for Gin, he had a preference for Vermouth's type.
It was nothing other than this: compared to the pure white lilies of the mountains, he preferred the Red Spider Lily, which could bloom tenaciously amidst the mud after struggling through the dirt—even if the latter was poisonous.
But who is to say that its toxicity doesn't add to her charm?
At least for someone like Gin, who drinks blood from the edge of a blade, "danger" is also very attractive.
Of course, his preference for this style didn't mean he wouldn't enjoy others; with so many people coming and going around him, although he didn't care much for beauty, his taste had been subtly refined.
However, the woman before him could absolutely crush everyone—except for Shiratori.
It was early summer; the sunlight was bright but not overly hot, the greenery on the branches was fresh and vibrant, birds were chirping. Daphne, wearing a laurel wreath, was about twenty-three or twenty-four, slightly older than Borse. His eyes were as clear and shimmering as water, brimming with the innocence and charm of a young girl.
Perhaps because she didn't need to go outside while indoors, she wore a slim-fitting Only camisole dress, its pale blue hem adorned with vines and tiny white flowers. Over it, she wore a sheer cover-up, his fair, delicate skin shimmering faintly through the gauze under the sunlight. He had lightly pushed up his sleeves, the lightweight fabric fluttering in the breeze, as his slender arms hung languidly toward his waist, with a few stray strands of black hair falling upon them, creating a striking contrast in color.
His skin was like ice and jade, cool and free of sweat.
His legs were long and graceful, with the small section of his ankle peeking out from his slippers revealing a stunning beauty that would drive a foot fetishist mad; his figure was well-proportioned, his limbs long and slender yet never frail, not at all inferior to a top-tier ballerina. His calves possessed beautiful curves that showed a sense of strength, like a young deer running through the mountains; his posture was light and ethereal, like a spirit untainted by the mortal world.
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He was tall and slender, like a graceful willow branch—upright and supple, slender and long, yet resilient and unyielding. His eyebrows were like willow leaves, curved, extremely fine and long. His nose was straight, his features possessed the depth of a mixed-race beauty, yet it was a depth blended with soft elegance. His lip color was pale, lacking much color, giving his an ethereal, dreamlike quality. His teeth were perfectly aligned and flawless, the color of white pearls; two small canines peeked out, adding a touch of playfulness. Her blue eyes shimmered with brilliance, dazzling and bright, as if the stars of the heavens had fallen into them.
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This unblemished Elf, the Fawn running through the mountains and valleys, the Stars twinkling in the sky spoke, then all the illusory beauty became real: "Why are there so many people here?"
The moment she revealed her countenance, the entire venue fell into silence; it was not until she spoke that the frozen time began to flow once more.
It is a longing for "beauty."
Just as millions of people remain silent when they see Mona Lisa's hazy smile at the corner of his mouth within the small frame at the Louvre.
Gin looked at Artemis by the water; her beautiful blue eyes were like two pools of autumn water, he suddenly lost herself in thought.
Clearly.. they were different.
But it still reminded him of that rainy night, a pair of clear green eyes, shimmering like a jade pool amidst the splashing water—at that time, he couldn't tell through the haze whether it was tears or rainwater, even now, he still couldn't tell.
It seemed someone tapped him on the shoulder, Gin snapped back to reality.
Akai Shuichi stared at him steadily, his gaze heavy and his lips curling slightly into a smile, but no matter how one looked at it, it looked like a smirk.
Gin was a bit stunned.
"Looking at a lady like that is a bit rude, isn't it, Boss?" the Black-haired agent said half-heartedly, his gaze remaining fixed and unmoving, without giving a single glance to anyone else.
Borse, standing to the side: ".."
Why did he feel like the tone of those words was a bit sour?
Heine laughed heartily, unhesitatingly undermining him: "Beautiful things always need someone to appreciate them, after all." He winked. "Sheila isn't angry, is he?"
Sheila curled the corners of his mouth slightly, his gaze light and ethereal. "Of course not."
Then she looked at Heine with a smile, a hint of danger hidden beneath his soft laughter, yet she was exceptionally beautiful nonetheless. "You still haven't told me, how did so many people come?"
Them? —" Heine frowned, his blue eyes a mixture of entreaty and grievance. "They're here to crash our meal.
Gin: ……
Forget it.
However, jokes aside, Heine still gave both sides a serious introduction. After exchanging a few rounds of hollow pleasantries, the Reddish-brown haired man seemed to suddenly remember something; he tilted his head with a grin and rested a hand on Sheila's shoulder. He didn't seem to mind at all when the latter dodged him, looking incredibly guilty no matter how one looked at him: "By the way, is there any food left at home?"
“..”
You're bringing people home without even being sure if there's anything to eat?!
Did you just realize that?" Sheila replied crossly, then gave a playful wink, his blue eyes shimmering with an unreadable light. "How about hotpot?
Summer.." Heine's hesitant words were cut off halfway by Sheila's laughter. "How about you cook instead?
A single blow was all it took for a KO.
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Eating hotpot in summer—even if it is early summer—is a very creative idea.
However, perhaps because it was Sheila who proposed the suggestion, or perhaps out of respect for women, or out of tolerance for beauty, or perhaps due to the absolute power held by the person in charge of the kitchen, no one opposed it in any way.
Gin didn't either.
Sheila's appearance was undoubtedly the Venus in many people's hearts; looking at her face, those with weak willpower would find it difficult even to turn their heads, let alone think of anyone else.
However, Gin did.
They were clearly different people, yet for a brief moment, those different eyes seemed to overlap—though once clarity returned, it all vanished into nothingness.
But that didn't stop his mood from improving.
He never intentionally tried to reminisce, yet whenever the Green-eyed girl inadvertently flashed through his mind, it always triggered some strange reaction.
It was like eating a piece of candy; there was both sweetness and bitterness. Sometimes the candy was bitter, so bitter it was astringent; other times, the candy was sweet, so sweet it was bitter.
But he couldn't bear to spit it out.
This candy was a mix of sweet and bitter; although it wasn't entirely sweet, the sweetness made up the majority of the flavor.
So he happily kept it in his mouth.
To everyone's surprise, Heine actually had hotpot at home—Sheila wasn't just talking nonsense.
As if sensing Gin's hidden doubt, Heine smiled and said, "Sheila is half Z-country blood; she loves hotpot."
Gin: ……
He seemed to understand the meaning of a rare moment of humor.
Although Japan has sukiyaki, it is ultimately different from hot pot; the latter is more convenient and allows for more autonomy. Some China Supermarkets in Japan sell hot pot soup bases, but there were none in stock at home. Sheila opened the refrigerator to check the contents and saw a few tomatoes—large, red, seemingly declaring in silence for him to eat them quickly. Sheila swallowed hard and decided to make them himself.
At this time, she didn't need the help of those men; Nereids was as capable on the battlefield as she was in the kitchen, managing everything in an orderly fashion by himself. After blanching the tomatoes in boiling water to peel them, she turned on the stove to prepare the tomato soup base.
However, the men were not idle either, being directed to prepare the ingredients; perhaps knowing Heine's cooking skills were as if he had a grudge against the kitchen, Sheila directed him to wash the dishes and pots.
Not polite at all.
The only one who was free was Gin. After Sheila had arranged everyone's assignments, his blue eyes swept over him, paused for two seconds, but then passed him by.
Heine: ……
He asked in disbelief, "Why doesn't he have to work?"
Sheila said as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "Since when do we make guests do work?"
Rye and Borse, who had been assigned a mission without any hesitation: ……
Are we not guests?
The Little Fairy smiled, his eyes curving into crescents, clear and bright as water. "By the way, those don't count."
Gin..
She's very good at reading people.
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Even though there were only five people, Sheila still ordered takeout, considering the appetites of several of them.
"Do you want something spicy?" Sheila served up two plates of Beef slices—very fresh, still stained with blood—and asked for their opinion.
“You made a spicy broth?” Heine asked with a raised eyebrow.
His relationship with Sheila seemed very close, closer than any previous Girlfriend—including his boyfriend, although Sheila seemed somewhat unaccustomed to it.
Gin noticed that those blue eyes, which always held a hint of tender affection and flirtatiousness, held very little lust when they were directed at Sheila.
Was it true affection? Or—
Gin lowered his eyes, having no intention of paying attention to their business.
Sheila shook his head. He had tied his hair into a bun, looking youthful and energetic—and cool; a few loose strands swayed from side to side with his movements. "No, I was just asking out of politeness."
Seeing Heine's speechless reaction, she burst into laughter again. "But I do have chili sauce."
The Little Fairy untied the apron that was hooked around his slender waist, went to the kitchen to get several bottles of seasoning, held them up, shaking them slightly: "Do you need me to help you mix them?"
Borse agreed to having hotpot for the first time; Heine naturally had no objections either; perhaps because the atmosphere was pleasant, Akai Shuichi's cold gaze toward strangers softened slightly as he said, "As you wish."
Sheila turned his questioning gaze toward Gin.
Heine glanced at him, then turned his head, his tone turning cold: "Don't try to adjust him; you won't be able to do it."
Gin said nothing.
Would an ordinary person even think of a ratio like three-tenths to five-twelfths?" Heine's tone carried a hint of faint nostalgia. "Just stop mixing it; just bring some soy sauce instead.
The scene fell silent for a moment.
Akai Shuichi tilted his head in confusion, only to see that Gin seemed somewhat lost in thought. After a long moment, the silver-haired man finally snapped out of his trance and gave a soft, distracted "Mm."
He studied Gin for a while, only withdrawing his gaze once the other man's eyes met his.