CH 22

Today was supposed to be a day of rest for Koujirou Ruri.

Tokyo’s No. 1 High School has a six-day week, Sunday being the day of rest.

Therefore, Ruri checked up on Ryuto first thing in the morning, but found that he was still fast asleep.

She returned to her room to read a book – she reads about 100 books every year, many of which are lengthy, obscure, and ancient.

If it wasn’t for her inherent abilities, it would be absolutely impossible for a normal person to absorb all this information.

Boom! However, as Ruri was mid-way reading the book, a gunshot could be heard coming from the guest room.

‘Gunshots? In Ryuto’s room?’

She immediately stood up and walked outside her room.

“Miss! There may be danger over there, you should wait here.”

Wuyi stood in front of Ruri, blocking her way.

Even though she didn’t know what happened either, it must be something bad.

The only people in the room was Shiku Tumaru and Kiryu Ryuto.

No matter what happened in that room, it couldn’t be good.

“Get out of my way,” Ruri ordered, but Wuyi didn’t budge.

“This is my home!” Ruri reprimanded. “I have the right to know what happens in my house! Move!”

“Ah, but My Lady…”

Before Wuyi could react, Ruri shoved her to a side and rushed out the room.

“Miss, wait up!”

Out of worry, Wuyi chased after her.

When both of them came to the guest room, she found a lot of people gathering outside the room, but nobody dared to enter.

After all, everybody knows that there were only two people that could possibly be in there. If anything happened inside, they aren’t qualified to go in and intervene.

Ruri didn’t have this concern, and said in a loud voice, “Tumaru? What’s the matter? I heard a gunshot inside.”

Cold sweat was painted on Tumaru’s forehead.

Ryuto smirked as soon as he heard Ruri’s voice, and started to fiddle with the needle near his neck, indicating to Tumaru that he was running out of time.

He couldn’t help but surrender.

“Alright. I promise.”

Although it was only three words, Tumaru felt that he had just sold his soul to Ryuto.

And it really hurt his pride as well – as the most trusted Guardian of the House, he could do anything.

With his power, it was no surprise that he wouldn’t bow to anybody.

However, he was forced to do so.

Ryuto smiled and nodded, putting away the needle.

As soon as Ryuto hid the needle, Ruri barged into the room.

“You two! What the hell is going… on?”

Ruri had assumed that the gunshot was due to conflict arising between the two, to the point where weapons were drawn.

However, the scene before her surprised her.

Both men were standing side by side in front of the giant painting in the room, having a friendly, albeit suspicious conversation.

“Master Ryuto, what do you think of this painting?”

“Very good,” Ryuto said, resting his hands behind his back, as if he was visiting an art gallery with an old friend.

“How so?”

“It’s abstract, but you can still understand the meaning behind the painting – beauty, power, grace. This painting was clearly drawn a hundred years ago.”

“Good guess, but this painting was painted yesterday. However, this painting was in fact painted using a technique secret to the family a hundred years ago. Look – the ink is still shimmering wet.”

“Butler Tumaru, you really do know it all! Not bad, not bad.”

‘What the hell are these two on about?’ Ruri thought, speechless.

She thought she would catch both of them fighting to the death, but instead, they were discussing about the painting before them? Not even acknowledging her? This is too rude!

At this moment, both of them turned to Ruri.

“Miss, your butler is an interesting man! I appreciate him.”

“True- Wait! What about the gunshots just now?”

Ruri’s brow twitched slightly, looking at the paper bag lying on the ground.

Inside the paper bag was the pistol, and smoke was still clearly emitting from the muzzle of the gun.

“Ah, I was simply instructing Ryuto on how to use a gun – he simply misfired. I apologize for disturbing you.”

Tumaru lied with a straight face, bowing to Ruri with a sincere, apologetic expression.

Ruri knew this was a lie.

Instructing him to use a gun as soon as Ryuto woke up was too far-fetched and unrealistic.

The two of them must have had an argument, but made up somewhere in between. Perhaps they were acting.

Ruri knew the both of them would not tell the truth, so she gave up and put on her best smile.

“Ryuto, are you hungry? Let’s go out and eat.”

It was noon now – Ruri didn’t eat, and Ryuto’s stomach loudly grumbled.

“Okay!” he replied without hesitation. “Let’s find some place quiet to eat.”

Ryuto’s eyes glanced at Tumaru when he said the word ‘quiet’, silently smirking at him.

‘Stinky old man, I’m going to eat with your most precious Lady.’

Tumaru felt defeated.

When both of them left the room, Tumaru shook his head in defeat and walked out wordlessly shortly after.