Chapter 252: Mediator Oshiras Listens to Lairine's Story

Chapter 252: Mediator Oshiras Listens to Lairine's Story Mediator Oshiras Listens to Lairine’s Story

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“‘Ridiculous’, you say...”

The first to react to those words Lairine spat out was Arcus.

After being dumbfounded for just a moment, Arcus furrowed his brow and made a visibly displeased face.

“Yes, it is ridiculous.”

In contrast, Lairine’s expression was cool.N/nêw n0vel chap/ers are published o/n n0v/e/(lb)i(n.)co/m

Without hiding her bored emotions, she sent a cold gaze towards Arcus.

“Your feelings and background, honestly, I couldn’t care less about them.”

Twirling her hair with her fingertips, Lairine began to speak.

“So what if you’re Emi-chan’s blood relative? If blood ties are so important to you, hurry up and make your own child. It doesn’t have to be Emi-chan, right? Ah, but I guess that’s impossible for an unpopular old man like you in the first place.”

“Huh?”

A heavy voice leaked from Arcus’s mouth.

His face gradually turned visibly red.

“Also, you proudly say you have a bit of childcare experience, but that was really only for a short time, wasn’t it? And yet, you’re so confident in your childcare abilities with just that? You’re truly shameless... Ah, I guess that’s why you can shamelessly wear such a gaudy golden armor.”

This was provocation.

That’s what Oshiras understood.

It was not a good development.

Arcus’s armor started clattering again in small motions.

His body was trembling with anger.

“Emi-chan will become my daughter. Because I have decided so.”

Lairine said that languidly and let out a big yawn.

“That’s why your story is ridiculous, boring, and truly just a waste of time to listen to. Ah, but seeing your face as you desperately talk about it was kind of funny and made me laugh. I’ll give you credit for just that.”

“You...!!”

Arcus muttered that like a groan... and then took a deep breath.

Then, the clattering sound of his armor stopped.

Did he calm down?

Oshiras thought so at first, but when he checked Arcus’s expression, he instantly realized that thought was wrong.

Even Oshiras, who was not used to rough situations, could tell at a glance.

In that man’s eyes... murderous intent was burning.

He slightly lifted his hips from the chair and took a forward-leaning posture.

It was like the atmosphere of a beast about to pounce on its prey.

In contrast, the woman, seeing that man’s expression, was grinning.

That person was Emi.

This encounter was fate.

Anyone who tries to tear apart this fate, even if it were a god, she would never forgive them.

That’s what she said.

...Even if you say it’s intuition.

Oshiras wanted to hold his head in his hands.

Even if you say that you intuitively felt you should become her mother.

If he were to just say “Yes, I see” and grant her parental rights based on that, Oshiras would be a failure as a mediator.

But Lairine is definitely not saying that as a joke.

This crazy woman is serious.

Surely, if someone here were to say that she is unfit to be a guardian, this woman would kill that person by tearing them into eight pieces with a smile.

This woman is that kind of monster.

She hasn’t actually gone on a rampage in front of Oshiras.

But the aura of a strong person she exuded made Oshiras understand that as well.

But!

But, however!

As a mediator!

It cannot be allowed!

To acknowledge Lairine’s claim here and recognize her as Emi’s guardian would mean yielding to her unreasonable pressure!

Oshiras’s pride as a mediator absolutely would not allow such a thing!

Oshiras was an excellent, serious, and foolish person to the extent of agonizing over that.

How should he conclude this discussion?

Oshiras desperately, desperately thought about it.

Thinking desperately, desperately.

And then, he suddenly noticed.

Overwhelmed by the fear of Lairine, he had completely forgotten.

In this place.

There was one more person whose opinion he absolutely had to hear.

That person.

As if not caring at all about the room being on the verge of exploding with tension earlier.

Simply, silently.

Continued to devour the mountain of Mekena Sandwiches in front of her.