After I became a divine judge [Comprehensive]

This floor is in stark contrast to the crowded first floor, the same spotless white, because there are no people coming and going, it looks extraordinarily empty and cold, and the quiet atmosphere makes me let go of my tension a little bit.

Sanriyue and I walked straight along the corridor, turned two corners according to the signs and walked for a while, and finally saw the 'Special Administrative Group A 101' mentioned in the letter.

"Excuse me, is this Miss Santiao?" The woman in a black suit at the door looked at me for a while, and when I almost couldn't help but hide behind Sanriyue again, she showed a very submissive smile, opened the door and stepped aside, deeply He bowed: "Excuse me, please come in with your valet."

The impeccable manners, the unconditional scrutiny, the undisguised contempt of obedience, I have often encountered such situations when I acted with my sister.

Is my sister here too?

bingo.

After I went in, I stared blankly at my sister for a while before I noticed that there were three other people in the room besides her, one of whom was the man who seemed to be Fusangshen who came to Honmaru with her last time, and the other two were Dressed in modern attire, he appears to be a government worker.

"Yuka." She was leaning against the window, her makeup was delicate and her expression was indifferent. She was already much taller than me, and today she was wearing higher heels than usual, which brought me a huge sense of oppression even at such a short distance: "How's the wound?"

Wound?I subconsciously looked at my hand that was tucked behind my back. Now there is only one wound on my body, but why would my sister know?I looked up to see her impatient face, my lips twitched a few times, and I nodded hastily, but when I looked up again, she had turned her head and looked away, and walked to the desk.

"Regardless of whether Yuka is my sister or not, just maliciously leaking the information about the God Judge's participation in battle is enough for you to be dismissed, Team Leader Kishiyama?" She spoke in a calm, even friendly tone, but I couldn't help but I broke out in a cold sweat.

This is the reaction she will have when she is so angry.

"And your little secrets about Jin Cancan, you can't wait to be made public?" "Three, Minister Santiao, please forgive my negligence, I, it was my mistake, I thought, I thought you were disgusted..." With a crisp sound, I saw that bloated man's jaw was simply removed by my sister.

"Yuka, the culprit of the accident you encountered in Osaka Castle last time was that scum over there." She suddenly turned her head and looked at me again, her fingers painted with black nail polish pointed at the man sitting on the sofa dignifiedly. The eyes were all stingy and gave: "What do you think is better to deal with him?"

I didn't answer, and she continued talking on her own, just like in the past: "Your left hand was injured, how about cutting off his left hand and right hand together?"

No need, I really want to say this, but if I say this, she will only get angrier. She has always been strong and does not hide her love of violence and blood. Especially when it comes to things about me, she is keen to use She used cruel means to deal with the people she knew had hurt me. Even if I didn't want to see it, she would force me to see it with my own eyes, and vividly told me the side I couldn't see.

My mother said that my sister is the person who loves me the most in the world. I also firmly believed that when I was young, but what happened later, the bloody things I saw, and the name of love are not much different from the hurt. The treatment really shook me.

If the love given by my mother and father can be expressed in money, then the love my sister gave me is like countless delicate, beautiful and heavy shackles, which made me feel relieved and painful, as if I would die of overwhelmed one day.

"Hasebe, cut off his hands." A cold and gorgeous smile appeared on my sister's face, which was far more delicate and beautiful than mine.

"Yes, master." I fell into an ice cellar, as if my throat was strangled by an invisible hand.

The moment I closed my eyes weakly, I felt that I was hugged into a warm embrace, and my ears were gently covered by something slightly cold.

It smells good.

After about a century, and it seemed that less than a second passed, I took a step back and left this warmth and tranquility.

Amidst the man's intermittent and shrill cries, the elder sister's voice was calm and rational: "Okay, Team Leader Kishiyama, how do you think it is more appropriate to compensate my younger sister who has suffered great injuries and psychological shadows?"

The man with tears and snot all over his face tremblingly pressed his chin back, looked earnestly at my sister and then at me, panting heavily: "Bo, Bodo? Xiaopan, Jiazhou gold, rare swords? Resources? Miss Santiao How much do you want? Please, please feel free to mention, this is our relapse."

I grabbed Sanriyue's sleeve, hesitated for a while, and whispered two words in that person's desperate eyes: "Boduo."

Going to dig Osaka Castle is just to get Hakata to make Brother Yiqi and Ran happy, as for the rest, I don't have any needs.

"Only, as long as Bodo is enough." I added this sentence in his increasingly desperate eyes, but saw that his face was ashen, as if he had lost hope in life.

But the next second I knew why he was so desperate.

"Hakata Fujishiro, 20 Koshu gold, [-] small sentences, and [-] for all kinds of supplies." My sister finalized the 'compensation' in an absolutely forceful tone that did not accept any rebuttal.

sorry.I avoided the man's begging eyes and hid behind Sanriyue.

I wanted to escape so much, I hid back in the pill, in the dark room where no one was there.

"The sword should have the self-consciousness of being a sword." After a long silence, my sister suddenly said such a sentence without beginning and end, and the crescent moon in front of me responded with her usual gentle laughter.

What are they talking about?not understand.I bit my lower lip, grasped Sanriyue's sleeves resolutely, and leaned my face against his back.

Take me back, okay?

leave here.

Just like that day, it took me out of the continuous rain and gloomy sky.

……

Wanting to go back to Honmaru right away, I ended up going to Manya in Toki-no-street with Mikazuki.

I don't know why he still holds my hand, maybe it's because I feel that I'm still afraid, he always gives tenderness regardless of who he is.

Too foul.

I withdrew my gaze from our holding hands, pretended to concentrate on picking up the game disc, decided to pretend not to notice this selfishly and cunningly, and temporarily kept the warmth that belonged to him for a while.

I really want to be closer to him, a little more.

But I didn't ask for any more qualifications.The cowardly and useless me who came to this world without expectations, and San Riyue, an excellent and beautiful person who is loved by most people, are in two worlds.

I am different from my elder sister. I do not have a talent that is so strong that I have to admire it, nor have I inherited my mother's beautiful face, nor have the ability to lead everyone like my father. No matter what I do, I can only get mediocrity. There is no cure Save, terrible evaluation and disappointed eyes, anyone pulled out by the side of the road is smarter and better than me.

Even writing, which I always thought was the only specialty, was just my delusion. No matter how much I deceive myself, I have to face the fact that the publishing house that signed me is my sister.

In that family, I was like a transparent person. At the beginning, I still had disappointed eyes, but after that, I didn’t even have disappointed eyes. Only my sister would give me heavy care, but that care would only come when I faced the campus. Bullying and being deceived and used by friends appeared, and it was bound to be bloody, so that later I was more willing to choose to bear it alone.

So to be able to receive so much warm care from everyone like now, and even have recognition and love, I should be very, very content.

"……thanks."

"Ok?"

"Thank you, Mikazuki." And everyone.

The author has something to say:

Sister and Yuka are two extremes... Mmmm.Caring in the name of love can also bring harm.

Today's state is very bad, and the writing is not very good, everyone is welcome to give more opinions and catch bugs... I don't know what to say, so let's hug each other!

Finally, thank you for turning me into a cute girl's paper mine, meh.