[Demon Slayer: Blade] The fiancé is always incompetent and furious

Yuya Miyashiki asked me if I was okay, and I said I was fine.

The crow that delivered the letter was flopping around in my room, landing on the table for a while, flying to the lampshade for a while, and kept croaking, "Moving! Moving!" An anxious look of Oni Wu Tsuji who would break into the door at any moment .

With his cautious and suspicious personality, I don't think he will visit tonight, and even if he does show up, he will not choose the inelegant way of breaking in.

If my ex-fiancé really comes to my door, I can't do anything, the worst is to end this short life early, and bid farewell to the troublesome appearance I am now, thinking about it, there is nothing wrong with it.

I calmed down the anxious crow, got up and closed the window, completely covering up the night outside, sat back at the desk, picked up a pen and began to reply.

Oni Wu Tsuji is currently acting in the world as a human being. As long as he is still in the crowd, he can threaten the lives of people around him at any time. This is extremely unfavorable for the Ghost Killing Squad. It is very difficult to encircle and suppress him .

But in contrast, Wu Mi, who does not want to expose the existence of ghosts to the world, will be restricted in his actions.

Although they can't take action directly, the ghost killing team has been looking for Wu Mi's trace for 400 years, and just knowing Wu Mi's whereabouts is a great progress.

When Yoya Mibuyashiki wrote the letter, his tone was still gentle and steady, but the handwriting was rarely scribbled, obviously unable to suppress his ups and downs.

Hope he didn't cough up blood when he wrote the letter.

I tied the letter paper to the crow's leg, and the other party looked at me with black eyes for a while, and I actually saw a worried look in a crow's eyes.

"nothing."

That was the sentence I said the most during that time.

Early the next morning, I arrived at the cafe to work on time.

Yesterday's ups and downs seemed to have never happened, everything seemed calm, the shiny wooden floor reflected the copper Western-style chandeliers, and the store manager was behind the bar wiping the glasses.

"Good morning."

The woman sitting by the window looked up and smiled at me.

She is wearing a light-colored foreign dress today, white lace gloves on her hands, her black hair pulled into a round hat, and her smile looks dignified and beautiful.

"I'm so sorry yesterday."

She looked at her daughter beside her: "It caused a lot of commotion in the store, I hope it didn't bring any bad influence."

The little girl looked at me with round eyes.She still doesn't know that her father has been replaced, and there is no worry in her clear and bright eyes.

I lowered my voice: "No, it's just a trivial matter, please don't take it to heart."

Today's special in the cafe is French toast with maple syrup. The little girl can't drink coffee, so I replaced her with a cup of hot milk with sugar.Before leaving, the little girl stopped at the door, smiled and waved goodbye to me.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Matsumoto appeared in front of the cafe on time.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, the streets outside were sequentially lit up with pearly lights.

When the bell rang at the door, I raised my head as if feeling something, and saw a figure in a suit jacket as expected.

"good evening."

The person who seemed to have just attended a business meeting narrowed his red plum-colored pupils slightly, and smiled perfectly at me.

……very good.I think.A family of three gathered together today.

I took the long black suit jacket. Generally speaking, the waiters in cafes don’t need to help with the jacket, but the customers all handed over the clothes, and I couldn’t refuse.

I brought Oni Wu Tsuji Wuyou to the window. He loosened his neckline and sat down with a natural expression. His curly black hair fell to his cheeks. The lady at the next table subconsciously looked over and then quietly looked away.

"Anything to recommend today?"

He flipped through today's price list, but I suspect he wasn't looking at the gilded foreign script at all, because he quickly raised his head and looked at me again.

"Do you have any coffee preferences?" I smile professionally as a waiter.

He pretended to be polite, talking to me in a soft voice, and I looked at him with the same pleasing expression.

What a harmonious atmosphere.

"I don't have a particular preference for coffee."

he said gently.

That's really troublesome.I thought with a smile.

What are you doing here if you don't like coffee?

"Then, I recommend you to try a new batch of coffee beans recently purchased by the museum." I turned over the price list.

Wu Mi said: "Miss Li told me that the French toast here is especially worth a try."

I looked at him, wondering why he suddenly changed the subject.

After hundreds of years, I have to admit, I kind of don't understand what is going on with Ghost Dance Tsuji.

"...Thank you?" I put down the price list, "Do you want a copy too?"

The hand resting on the coffee table casually knocked on the table.

It was an insignificant little movement, and I don't know why, I felt that his expression looked a little unhappy, as if he didn't get the proper reaction from me, and the gentle and warm smile on his face froze for a moment.

"Then let's decide."

Wu Mi's voice became cold.

Ghosts may not like human food very much, and the figure in a three-piece suit sat by the window of the cafe until closing time.

"Thank you for your patronage."

I handed over the heavy coat, Guiwu Tsuji Wuchan turned sideways, Mei Hong's eyes slightly lowered, and his eyes briefly flicked across my face, as if looking for something.

Maybe he didn't find what he wanted, so he didn't say anything, took the coat, pushed the door and walked out.

I don't think he will be visiting this little café anytime soon.With Onimui Tsuji's character, even if he wants to test my identity, he won't make it too obvious on the bright side.Anyway, the lifespan of a ghost is so long, why should he be in a hurry, it is more wise to take a long line to catch big fish.

The next evening, when I walked into the lobby with coffee, I saw a familiar figure in the same position.

For the next two weeks, whenever night fell and the street lights came on, the door of the cafe would ring a bell on time.

Not to mention the Ghost Slayer Squad, even ordinary people like Yoko realized something was wrong.

The store manager asked me once if I needed to adjust the time of shift change. I shook my head, declined his kindness, and told him not to worry, I knew it well.

The number in my heart is very simple - isn't it just to die again.

I am familiar with this matter.

"Hey, Osaka Castle," Yoko leaned towards me during the meal and said in a low voice, "That Mr. Tsukihiko, isn't it..."

Before I could speak, she exclaimed again: "You must be sober! The man who eats the pot and looks at the bowl is the most unreliable man! He can abandon his wife now, and he can abandon her in the future." You, don't be fooled by that face!"

I didn't expect Yoko to be so insightful, and I looked her over from head to toe.

"what?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly feel that it's good to know you."

I realized something.

What I lacked in the first life, besides vision, may be a female friend like Yoko.

"Why don't you think about Mr. Matsumoto, at least he's still single." Yoko whispered to me, and she returned to her original handsome appearance in less than five seconds.

She winked at me: "Maybe there will be surprises recently."

I finish my tea and put down the cup.

"I decided to take back what I just said."

"Which one?"

"It's good to know you."

"...Osaka Castle, stop for me!!"

At two o'clock in the afternoon the next day, I received the surprise that Yoko had warned me about in advance.

The bright red roses are delicate and charming, and the faint fragrance seems to be still moist with dew. The man standing at the door of the cafe is wearing a neat suit, as grand as if he is going to the palace for a banquet.

Mr. Matsumoto is indeed planning to go to the banquet. The bank where he works will hold a New Year's party next week, and all staff members and their families are invited to attend.

Holding the bouquet of roses, he read me an exotic love poem, and finally Jane reached out to me heavily, asking if I would like to be his female companion, and asked if I would like to be his partner for the rest of his life.

Before that, he also talked about how he fell in love with me at first sight in a cafe, and at that moment he decided that he would not marry me in this life.

Yoko covered her mouth and screamed nearby, but all that seemed far away from me.

I live in my own body, watching everything around me calmly.

I want to tell Mr. Matsumoto that the so-called love at first sight is actually something that will cool down.

Wishful thinking dream, sooner or later there will be a day to wake up.

But I saw his nervous expression, and he waited anxiously for my reply, as if he had put all his wealth and life in my hands, and whether he would live or die would be determined by my "good" or "bad".

That vain and proud Mr. Matsumoto looked at me pitifully, maybe he didn't even know that he looked so humble at the moment, humble but extremely sincere at the same time.

The so-called love is to willingly hand over one's weaknesses into the hands of others.

I suddenly thought of myself.

I haven't thought of that myself for a long time.

The self who was humbled because of love, died because of love, and cursed for thousands of years because of unrequited love.

"Thank you, Mr. Matsumoto." I lowered my eyes, "As for the reply, please allow me to give you an answer after the banquet."

I promised to go to the dinner.

Because I suddenly don't want to lightly reject any sincere feelings.

After the banquet, I will tell Mr. Matsumoto well that I am grateful for his affection, but I will not associate with him, nor will I become anyone's wife.

I will tell him that I also have my own goals.I've been saving money for five years and I want to go to medical school.I want to get certified as a doctor and one day open my own practice, that's what I really want in life.

I will reject him, but I will also bless him, bless him to find the other half who is like him as soon as possible.

I realized how important it is to be serious about rejecting people who have feelings for you.

Why pretend to turn a blind eye?

Why pretend to be ignorant?

It would be great if my fiancé, if my ex-fiancé, could choose to divorce at the beginning.

Since you don't love me, why, why did you choose to acquiesce in that boring marriage contract.

"Congratulations, Ah Chao!" Yoko felt happy for me from the bottom of her heart.

I explained it to her several times, but she was still happy for me. She thought I had taken the first important step by agreeing to the invitation. Maybe I could dance and turn a few times at the dinner party, and my mind could follow suit. Come here and live a happy life with Mr. Matsumoto ever since.

I gave up communicating with Yoko, and she dragged me into the department store with great interest, choosing kimonos for me over and over again.

On the day of the party, Yoko helped me change into a sakura-colored kimono and rolled up a hairpin with delicate tassels.

"You are no longer Osaka Castle." She patted my shoulder and lowered her voice seriously.

After finishing speaking, she directly pushed me out the door: "Go—"

It just barely set sail.

I sighed.

It's a thousand-year-old monster, why do I still have to date someone like a 16-year-old girl in Huaichun.

Mr. Matsumoto said that he would pick me up in front of the station on time at seven o'clock in the evening.

I was carrying my handbag and standing under the lit street lamp, because I had nothing to do for the time being, so I could only stare at the shadow at my feet in a daze.

A tram came and went.

The jingling bells rippled and gradually faded away in the night.

The flow of people waiting at the station gradually dwindled. As the temperature dropped, I realized that I was wearing a little thin tonight, paying attention to appearance but ignoring warmth.

The exhaled breath condensed into a white mist in the air, and then quickly melted away.

I looked up at the clock next to the station.

It's already nine o'clock in the evening.

The station became empty at some point, and the pedestrians on the street disappeared.

I hesitated for a moment, and when I was about to turn around and go back, I suddenly bumped into the person behind me.

"Ah, sorry—"

When I saw the person in front of me clearly, my voice stopped abruptly.

"what happened?"

My ex-fiancé asked me with a smile.

He hugs my shoulders, but I'm upright and I won't fall again.He didn't let go of his hand, and with the gentle expression on his face, he said softly:

"It's so late, who are you waiting here alone?"

The red plum-colored pupils are as bright red as blood.

He smelled of human blood.

Fresh, warm, and creepy.

"Mr. Tsukihiko is the one," I looked into his eyes and said slowly, "It's so late, what are you doing here alone?"

Wu Mi draped his coat over me, the long black coat fell to my thighs and weighed heavily on my shoulders.

"I'm not in a good mood, come out for a walk."

"Where is your home?" he asked me, as if he didn't know where I lived.

He stared at my face long and earnestly, and smiled gently and politely:

"It's so late, I'll take you back."

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