GBP Chapter 202 Side Story: Family Memories (3)
Chapter 202 Side Story: Family Memories (3)
After glancing at the speechless headmaster, Sharon lowered his eyes, feeling slightly apologetic, but not realizing he had overreacted.
But there's no way around it; daily life is like a beautiful bubble, easily bursting at the slightest touch.
Ultimately, the organization and they are from two completely different worlds. One side is a bright future painted with a picture of stability and tranquility, while the other side is...
A world governed by the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak.
Children living in the light can shrink back and be cowardly, but beasts mired in the mud cannot.
No, it should be said that she, whose goal is to become the boss's successor, cannot allow herself to make such a mistake!
Having accumulated experience and traveled to various countries with Yoruichi Kuromon for many years, Vermouth was no longer the naive and kind little girl who only knew how to receive information.
Why does the boss constantly use masks and disguises to conceal his appearance? Why does he change his address and move to other countries every so often? Why does he deliberately wear makeup that makes him look older?
The closer Vermouth stayed to him, the more she sensed a latent sense of urgency, as if an eye was lurking somewhere nearby—a malevolent eye that was always watching and waiting for him to make a mistake.
She had asked, directly or indirectly, but each time she received either a joke or a seemingly profound but actually empty explanation.
After some thought, Vermouth realized that this behavior did not represent estrangement, but rather another cold reality: she was too weak, so weak that he had to shelter her under his wings and protect her carefully, so weak that she could not keep up with his footsteps.
From that moment on, Sharon Vineyard resolved to take on the codename Vermouth.
I want to grow into a capable leader, to become a pillar supporting the organization, to stand beside that person and gain recognition, and to let that person live freely in the sunlight, just as he pulled me out of the mire.
Vermouth picked up the silver-plated knife from her plate, donned her cold mask, and looked down contemptuously at the panicked provocateur:
"The dignity of the family cannot be desecrated. Since you dare to break the law of silence, then pay the price for your foolishness!"
......
"Hmm~"
Playing back the extracted recording, Kuromon Haruya squatted in front of Sharon, cupping his face in his hands in blissful delight, and pressed the replay button again:
"The dignity of the family must not be desecrated, the dignity of the family must not be desecrated, the dignity of the family must not be desecrated..."
The bizarre recording kept looping; no matter how domineering the tone was at the time, listening to it repeatedly made one's toes tremble. Sharon swears he would have shot anyone else in his father's shoes, but unfortunately, the other person was his own father.
Haruya Kuromon peeked out and cast a bright, expectant glance at Sharon, who was clenching his fists and looking down at him.
"Wow—Shalang is defending me, Dad, in front of my classmates? I'm so touched, I'm almost moved to tears—"
To correct myself, it's the father in legal name only.
"Oh my, this is what it feels like to see your daughter grow up! It feels like just a few days ago you were a little girl chanting spells with a broken stick, how did you grow into such a beauty in an instant? Time flies!"
To correct that, it was a kidnapper who tricked himself into coming here.
"Rum, look at this scene, that gesture of touching her chin, it's so powerful! No wonder she's my daughter, every move she makes is a perfect copy of me! Come here, Belle, my beloved Belle↗chan↘↗, give Daddy a kiss on the cheek~"
Vermouth: (╯°□°）╯
"Enough! A boss should act like a boss!" In a moment of panic, Sharon shoved the black door open and took several steps back. It took him a while to recover from his twitching eyes. He crossed his arms and said in a tough voice, "You're overthinking it. This is all for the organization. I'm willing to be punished."
Kuromon Haruya nodded happily: "Yes, yes, it's all for the organization! How could Sharon be wrong!"
Fifteen is the age when she's starting to act all proud and aloof. Although she's not as affectionate as she was when she was little, she's still so cute!
Rum, who was standing nearby, witnessed this scene and was certain that the boss had completely forgotten the purpose of the conversation.
As the saying goes, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. There's a reason why the young ladies and gentlemen received so many notices... In fact, the most unreliable source of influence is right here!
He leaned forward and reminded him, "Boss, about the parent-teacher meeting and the refund..."
Kuromon Haruya waved his hand and said, "I'll take care of this!"
"It's just public relations expenses. We'll allocate some funds from the organization's research budget to suppress public opinion and silence dissent! Since Sharon has spoken up, let everyone in the industry know that she's backed by a ruthless mafia that no one can mess with! When is the next parent-teacher conference? Rum, you'll send fifty armed men with me!"
He closed his eyes peacefully, his temples throbbing, and Rum took a deep breath, silently trying to calm himself down.
Although the boss usually doesn't act like a parent and is too lazy to use his brain or hands, he can still be as imposing as the head of the Karasuma family when needed!
Go for it, Kuroda Ran! Once you've raised Miss and Young Master to adulthood, you can retire and enjoy your golden years!
After calming himself down, he turned around and decided to schedule his visit after completing his work: "So, boss, about the Buhetz Group..."
In the empty office, only the pendulum tried to ease the awkward atmosphere. Kuromon Haruya and Sharon were nowhere to be found, leaving only a table full of ashtrays.
"...Just five or six more years, just five or six more years and I can retire!"
Meanwhile, the camera pans to Gin's room on the second floor, located at the corner of the corridor.
The window was opened to dissipate the hypnotic gas. Heimen Yaoye took off his gas mask, waved, and opened the door to invite Sharon into the house.
His waist-length silver hair was spread out on the bed. The boy frowned, his left hand unconsciously gripping the sheet, and he didn't seem to be sleeping very soundly.
Of course, the factor of passive lunch break should also be considered.
Kuromon Haruya sat cross-legged on the large bed, shaking his head and stroking the dark circles under Gin's eyes, sighing, "Jin-chan's dark circles have gotten worse. This kid stays up all night every day, his energy can't keep up, he'll definitely not grow as tall as me in the future."
Vermouth, who had climbed up, was taken aback and silently kept those words in mind, using them as a weapon in future arguments.
As was his habit, Haruya Kuromon casually commented on Gin's appearance, then poked Gin's cheek and got down to business:
"As a future witch of a thousand faces, one of the essential skills I must master is to change my disguise according to the target's condition and lifestyle. For example, here, I've clearly gained a lot of weight because French food is better than British food..."
As she spoke, a thought suddenly flashed through Kuromon Haruya's mind: Over time, wouldn't Gin develop antibodies to hypnosis? What if it's discovered someday...?
"Boss, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing, let's continue teaching..." Kuromon Haruya smiled casually at his own thoughts and continued to grope his body.
It's unlikely. Antibodies aren't produced that easily, and it's not like Kogoro Mouri in Detective Conan is constantly being pricked with needles.