Just as Gin hoped, he wanted Midori to have her own Life, rather than making him the center of her existence.
And Resurrecting Midori was also working toward this goal. Therefore, even though he felt the relationship between Gin and Akai Shuichi was not very "conventional," he had no intention of offering any advice.
After all.. this was Gin's own business.
And she always respected Gin's choices.
It was just that..
For Shiratori Midori, even though she had already made up her mind to become Gin's best friend, she still hoped from the bottom of her heart that Gin could live happily.
At least.. not so lonely.
You have to know, when she was on the verge of death back then, the one thing she couldn't let go of most in her final moments.. was Gin.
She was her only friend.
She made him kill her with his own hands.
Shiratori Midori was forced to join the Black Organization when she was very young, she witnessed the Silver-haired youth's growth firsthand. Similarly, she also witnessed Gin's loneliness firsthand.
—Even if Gin.. does not feel loneliness.
Back then, after realizing her situation was inescapable, Shiratori Midori looked at her sister with sadness and despair, said to her, "Don't lie to her."
And now, seeing the smooth path ahead and realizing that they would eventually part ways, Shiratori Midori asked with true sincerity, "What are your plans next?"
She does not like Akai Shuichi, because of Gin.
She wanted Akai Shuichi and Gin to be together, because of Gin.
Shiratori Midori knew Gin too well.. Even after all these years, she still understood him.
So she knew that, to Gin, Akai Shuichi.. was also special.
Since you were able to gain his recognition, you must possess qualities that I do not have.
I don't believe you.. but I do believe Gin.
So.. I sincerely hope that you two can be together.
At least it can make him.. not so lonely.
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Author's Note: I will explain the System later, then wrap up everyone's endings, then I should be able to finish the story.
As for the Side story.. we'll see.
ps: I reckon you all have already forgotten about the System..
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Thank you to all the Little Angels who gave me霸王票 or provided Nutrient solution between 2020-05-05 15:04:58 and 2020-05-07 08:57:36~
Thanks to the Little Angel who provided Nutrient solution: Ye, 1 bottle;
Thank you very much for everyone's support, I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 224 Chapter 205 It Must Be an Illusion!
Getting Vermouth out was no simple task, but with Sheila's "help," it didn't seem like an overly difficult matter.. at least, that was how it appeared in Gin's eyes.
The three men briefly discussed the details and then roughly decided on a strategy.
Although Sheila promised to help, she was, after all, a member of the I. CPO and had no plan to change jobs at the moment, so she could only assist with minor details and provide mental support.
Heine, receiving Sheila's spiritual support: ".."
Heine: "Thank you."
Although he was quite reluctant, he had already been pushed into the water, so further complaining was meaningless.
Heine simply stopped making useless struggles,
Although he did not want to get involved in the complexities of the Black Organization again, this matter was not without its benefits for him. Since he had already made his decision, a few complaints were enough; saying anything more.. would instead seem pretentious.
It was just that..
Heine glanced up at Gin.
The Silver-haired man slightly tilted his head, seemingly sensing Heine's gaze upon him, but Gin looked back without changing his expression.
Gin's eyes were a translucent green, which at first glance felt as cold as ice; looking closer.. well, they were still quite cold.
The Safe House was not very large. It was unclear whether Gin had intended to avoid drawing attention when he established this Safe House, or if the small size of housing in Japan resulted in such small living spaces. An incandescent lamp hung silently from the ceiling, quietly emitting white light that illuminated the entire house, making everything bright and clear.
However, beneath the light, there are always secrets that cannot be spoken aloud.
Just like the human heart, just like this House.
The Safe House was fully stocked with all the necessary supplies.
Gin's battle style leans toward being fierce and powerful, sometimes "pursuing" drama with a touch of sadistic humor. His mind is clear and sharp; although his personality is characterized by Arrogance, he does not lack caution. Whether it is a direct confrontation or post-battle planning, he is able to achieve excellent results.
This also seemed to confirm that he preferred direct confrontation rather than hiding and lurking.
Even so, the experienced man would not underestimate certain details—after all, in many situations, a single inadvertent detail could make a situation even more complex, or even turn the tide of victory and defeat.
The firearms and ammunition in the Safe House were not brand new, but they were still in good working order. The food was all shelf-stable with a long expiration date; even if it wasn't replaced for several months, there was no need to worry about it spoiling.
And besides these "extraction facilities," what is even more noteworthy is that Gin has installed surveillance cameras and jammers within the Safe House.
This was, of course, to better increase the "security" of the Safe House; after all, no matter how hidden your Safe House is, you cannot rule out the possibility of it being discovered and an Enemy catching you like a fish in a jar.
He hid them well enough that even Heine, who knew a thing or two about this, could not find the exact location of those trinkets.
Based on this, Heine had even once complained about Gin's desire for control.
Under the Light, which was bright enough yet not dazzling, everything seemed to become exceptionally clear.
Gin pursed her lips slightly, but said nothing. She seemed to be thinking about something, or perhaps he was just remaining in simple silence. The light shone upon her face, giving her fair skin an almost illusory glow.
Heine blinked slowly.
A suspicion slowly surfaced in his mind, one that formed slowly and without any specific details—even so, Heine still wasn't quite sure if he had actually touched upon the Truth.
It seemed that even since his youth, Gin had been steady and mysterious enough. Heine admitted that he could not see through Gin, but he did not feel inferior because of it.
In this world, there are probably very few people who can see through Gin.
In an indescribable silence, Heine hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not speak his thoughts aloud.
There are opportunities to seek verification anytime, anywhere.
As for now—
Heine thought, forget it.
The blonde-haired youth silently lifted his eyes and glanced in Sheila's direction.
The Beautiful girl, with a countenance as radiant as blooming peach blossoms and graceful as flying willow catkins, gave him a thin-lipped smile, his vivid features glowing with even more brilliance, momentarily illuminating the entire room.
Heine could not see through what Gin actually wanted to do.
And.. he also did not know whether Sheila had already made any guesses regarding this.
.. Looking at it this way, it seems that among these three.. he might be the weakest one?
This discovery left Heine feeling somewhat depressed, he gritted his teeth to deny this notion.
Are you kidding me!
It must be an illusion!
“Then—” Before Heine could speak, Gin's voice rang out leisurely. That voice was low and hoarse, echoing quietly within the silent Safe House, creating a faint, ghostly resonance.
The Silver-haired man had one hand in his pocket, while his other hand tapped the Tabletop with moderate force, drawing the attention of the two.
That's all for today," Gin concluded succinctly, then added as if it were only natural, "Which of you has a car?
He was dressed in his usual attire, his black trench coat adding a touch of coldness to his demeanor, the hem cutting a sharp arc through the air, as if telling the story of the Owner of the coat's decisive and efficient personality.
Heine: ……
Sheila raised his hand. "Let me see you out."
As if by chance, she and Gin exchanged a glance, to some extent, their unspoken understanding allowed them to reach a consensus in that instant.
..
Midori remained silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke, "Akai-san."
She tilted her head slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile dancing in her eyes, as if she had thought of something worth being happy about. "Before this, I 'slept' for a very long time.."
The changes in this world are too vast—" the Brown-haired girl's fingertips unconsciously tapped his knee lightly, "It's not just the changes in the people I know, but.. everything.
Technology changes day by day, people's perspectives are also changing at a rapid pace. Unlike the Edo and Taisho eras, living in the Heisei Era, everything seen and heard seems to "update" exceptionally quickly.
You will find game modes that didn't exist ten years ago, architectural styles that were rare ten years ago, music different from before, firearms that have already been replaced by newer generations..
Even when watching anime, the image quality has become much clearer.
If time were a writer, it would certainly be beloved by its readers—after all, it never fails to release new chapters.
It seems to be the same for Shiratori Midori.
Ten years, a mere drop in the long river of Time, seemingly not worth mentioning; however, if this span of time is measured against a person's life, ten years is undoubtedly far too long.
Waking up, everything was different, nothing was as it once was.
Fortunately, Shiratori Midori has a very strong capacity for acceptance. Although integrating into this world seemed fraught with difficulties, with the help of her sister and her own continuous efforts, she still managed to succeed.
—At least, it seems that way.
"To help me fit into this world.." Shiratori Midori looked directly into Akai Shuichi's eyes. The aura of the woman before her was so similar to Gin's that Shiratori felt a momentary sense of trance.
She didn't say much about her own experiences—though they were indeed very difficult—she simply brushed over them lightly, setting the stage for the topic: "Nana helped me a lot. She once shared some interesting stories with me."
When she was in high school, there was a period when a certain game was popular, it had a ranking system." Midori paused, appearing to contemplate how to state it fully, "Nana wasn't very interested in games, but because of Niwang, she registered an account.
Then, she discovered something.
Akai Shuichi listened intently.