Shiratori Midori's face showed a look of genuine regret: "Is that so.."
Even her tone carried a hint of reluctance.
Gin glanced at her Friend, who always loved to watch the drama unfold, decided to find something for her to do.
Otherwise, there was no telling how much she would imagine!
If you don't mind the trouble.." Her voice was low, carrying an inexplicable, lingering coolness: "Why not help by drawing the attention of the I. CPO away?
Shiratori's hand holding the Pokey stick paused. She turned her head and said with a beaming smile, "Whoa.. digging a pit for your new employer before you've even started.. isn't that a bit much?"
What do you think?
I think.." she drew out her voice, her tone even sounding a bit playful, "it's quite good!
With a "crunch," Midori bit off a Matcha flavor Pokey stick.
..
"I heard you got a boyfriend recently?" Gin's voice carried a hint of imperceptible teasing, sounding almost like mockery.
In short, it wasn't very kind.
If an Ordinary person were to ask in such a tone, nine out of ten times, she would be seen as someone looking for trouble or being provocative. But coming from Gin..
Even if he really was being provocative, what could you do about it?
Of course, Gin really had no intention of being provocative. Because that is just how he normally speaks.
Sheila naturally understood this, so she wasn't angry at all, she just—
"Who told you I have a boyfriend?" The voice on the other end sounded very surprised, not at all fake.
Gin, who had intentionally called a "male friend" a "boyfriend," felt not the slightest bit of Guilt. Satisfying the twisted sense of humor of the man, she curled her lip corner where no one could see, then swiftly shifted the blame.
Heine said it.
(Heine, who had absolutely nothing to do with this..)
Sheila clearly believed him, she frowned slightly, muttering in confusion, "What the hell.."
But she clearly wouldn't expose her Brother's flaws in front of outsiders, so after a brief complaint, she changed the subject.
Sheila explained, "That's not true."
As soon as she finished speaking, she even felt a bit confused: I live with my brother every day.. how did this misunderstanding arise?
After a pause, the girl on the other end of the phone suddenly thought of something, her eyes widening as she blurted out in disbelief, "She doesn't think.."
Then the voice came to an abrupt halt, leaving only the sound of shallow breathing.
The Black-haired girl's face was slightly distorted, the tranquil smile at the corner of her lips was almost impossible to maintain; however, as the saying goes, "natural beauty is hard to abandon," even intense emotional fluctuations could not diminish Sheila's stunning beauty, instead adding a few touches of vivid charm to her face.
Sheila rubbed his forehead in frustration, finally understanding the origin of the matter.
A topic left halfway through is the most effective way to pique someone's interest; even Gin, who had previously been indifferent, felt a flicker of Curiosity at this moment.
His attitude was no longer merely casual teasing: "What is it?"
“He probably heard me muttering 'Yao'." Sheila pressed his temples rhythmically. "I actually quite like him; if he's willing, dating isn't out of the question."
.." Gin blinked her eyes, her interest growing even stronger: "Oh?
What kind of girl was Sheila? Based on her face alone, she could attract the favor of countless people. In the entertainment industry, she would be a goddess who wouldn't have to do anything but smile to make others go wild with support; even if she were just a Vase, people would willingly offer their hard-earned money, they would still pay to see his movies no matter how bad they were!
When she smiles, it is like spring blooming in warm, sunny weather; when she frowns, it is like autumn waters filled with sorrow, the vegetation grows lush and thick.
Moreover, she is no mere Vase!
Sheila's intelligence and methods are top-notch; even if she occasionally makes a mistake, it never affects his reputation among his peers in the industry. The industries under her name are enough to live luxuriously for a lifetime, not to mention she has a brother who is a sister complex.
Aside from her profession being a bit dangerous, there was almost nothing wrong with her.
This girl's standards were incredibly picky; just like her Brother, she was not someone who placed much importance on love vows. While she couldn't be called frivolous, she didn't place much weight on romance, caring only about her own happiness.
It's just that she has had several boyfriends and lovers, but she has never been in a serious relationship.
Gin suddenly felt Curiosity about the 'Yao' mentioned by Sheila, wondering just who that person was.
But it won't work.." Sheila feigned pain as he clutched his chest. "The age difference is too great.
"How big?" It couldn't be that he was elderly.. No wonder Sheila was keeping it from Heine.
Sheila suppressed a laugh and said in a calm tone, "A few thousand years old, I suppose, but perhaps there is still hope for me."
Gin: ……
He paused and asked, "What is his full name?"
Wang Yao!" Sheila laughed loudly. "I absolutely love him!
A rustling sound came from the other end of the Phone, Sheila leaned back in her Chair, lazily propping up her head, the smile still lingering on her Lip corner. She guessed that Gin had already realized by now, but she still lazily narrowed her eyes, waiting for the other's next reaction.
About dozens of seconds later, a familiar voice came from the other end of the Phone:
Is it because of Z Country?
Wang Yao, one of the main characters of "Hetalia," representing Z Country.
“That's right!” Sheila said happily. His mood seemed to be very good, she had even more smiles than usual: “There's a ranking on the internet lately, I plan to push him to the top. I probably mentioned him a few more times while cheering, Brother heard it, I suppose.”
A reasonable explanation.
Gin closed the web page she was searching and said nothing more.
He knew very well that Sheila might not necessarily like the character "Wang Yao," but he must have liked the real-life prototype behind the character, which is why he felt a sense of goodwill toward "Wang Yao."
As expected—
I suppose it's a case of loving everything associated with him." Finally having laughed his fill, Sheila's eyes crinkled as he spoke with a relaxed tone, tinged with a hint of melancholy, "But, anyway..
Anyway, there aren't many things I like..
She paused, swallowing those words.
Then she smiled warmly and announced happily, "I will always love Z Country!"
Anyway, she was only in her twenties, she was still young, with a long road ahead of her.
Gin nodded thoughtfully, not continuing the conversation.
“Another attempt to boost the ranking for your favorite 'character'—" The Silver-haired man tilted her head slightly, her tone half-smiling, half-mocking. "Another attempt to find Pandora, even going so far as to hide it from Heine—"
Her voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of coldness in the final notes, sounding as if a Demon was whispering. After just a few words, it felt as though an invisible knife was scraping against a carotid artery.
The breathing on the other end of the Phone suddenly grew heavier.
Gin curled her lips in satisfaction and said nonchalantly:
Don't you feel tired?
Sheila's pupils suddenly contracted.
..
A silence as deathly as a tomb.
After a long time, the woman's sweet voice rang out again, though her tone carried a hint of coldness.
How did you know?
Gin lifted a leg, her left hand tapping rhythmically against her knee, "Actually, I've always thought that question is quite meaningless."
Saying this essentially meant the other party's speculation was correct, that your actions had flaws..
You could only realize exactly where you had gone wrong through the other person's reminder.. but you could not change the current outcome.
However—" Gin changed the subject. "Many people like to say that, I am no exception.
After all, humans are not entirely rational creatures.
Then.." After a few words, Sheila's mood had already eased. He quickly calmed down, his tone became much steadier: "Can you satisfy a Mortal's curiosity?
Gin didn't keep her in suspense and slowly uttered a name:
Vermouth.
Sheila's attitude toward Vermouth.. was far too enthusiastic.
If one were to speak of a past between Gin and Vermouth that could be called an "old flame," then between Sheila and Vermouth, there was almost no special intersection to speak of.
This is exactly what caused Gin to have her doubts.
Regarding the matter of "Rescue Vermouth," Sheila and Gin had reached a consensus long ago, for reasons that could be described as much the same. However, identical reasons do not necessarily lead to the same Result.
Gin, the Organization's former Top Killer, is acquainted with Vermouth, he is certainly willing to let the Thousand-faced Witch take control of the now blood-soaked Organization remnants.
Sheila is an elite of the I. CPO. Even if her brother's position in the Mafia is set in stone, she might not be willing to choose an Organization Cadre who is experienced, cunning, suspicious, yet has little contact with the siblings, to be the next Boss of the Black Organization—while also risking certain dangers and bearing the Pressure within the I. CPO.
In the eyes of □□, things like personal favors seemed important, yet also not so important.
It was far less reliable than Interest.
Heine is indeed important enough, is indeed one of the reasons that drove her to agree, but it is still not sufficient.
So, naturally, there was another reason that allowed them to reach an agreement.
[Pandora].
Chapter 231 Chapter 210 You Might Make a Small Profit, But I Will Never..
The person on the other end of the phone fell silent for several seconds. In the silence, Gin could clearly hear the sound of the other person's breathing.
The Silver-haired man undoubtedly sought to investigate whether this silence was intentional or unintentional.
—Because he cared more about the Result.
Gin tilted her head slightly, gazing at the distant steel forest with a mood that was almost relaxed, her gaze somewhat distant.
Looking out through the floor-to-ceiling window at the street, pedestrians passed by in small groups. Some had numb expressions, rushing about with briefcases, not having time to spare a single extra glance at the people around them; others had smiles in their eyes, holding the hands of their Companions, discussing the trivialities of recent life with ease, their words filled with the radiance of youth.
The various passersby did not disturb Gin. After only a moment, a response came from the other end of the Phone.
The Woman's voice was sweet and beautiful, like a gentle spring breeze or the tinkling of spring water, though her trailing words carried a hint of Helplessness and a touch of sighing.