A room in the Tachihara family, surrounded by a bookcase, is the study of the Minister for Foreign Affairs, Tadashi Tadashi Tadashi Tadahara (just one).
The place facing the window has a desk bigger than it needs to be. There was a pile of books next to a large desktop computer, and the rest of the space was filled with paper like letters and opinions.
"That sounds tough.... Father"
Shin Habara cares about his father as he organizes his desk. My father is just looking at the paper Shin submitted in the seat in front of the desk.
When I cleaned out my father's desk so he could properly see what was important, my father looked satisfied.
"I'm sorry. It helps because I haven't been able to sort it out lately"
"It's not that much trouble."
My father sees such prudence with a delightful face, acting in a proper manner and with cleverness.
Three years ago, Shin continued to play the prodigal son from when he renounced all authority. I've never been a good kid before that. Makoto was always playing "The Impossible Brother".
With such seriousness, he stood before his father with authority again himself. I guess my father would be happy about that. Somehow, my father seemed to spot Shin's act for a long time. So much so that I used a man named "Qin Zao Holy Night" to connect Makoto. Maybe that was touching my brother's eclampsia.
"Pretty good idea"
My father puts a piece of paper through his eyes, on a clean desk. Shin submitted it is a challenge regarding politics that is currently given to my father. Shin, who has three years of Rothschild, asks my father and thus learns political science from scratch.
"But this is a measure that can only be established in the current international context. If we can think of a way to envisage more situations, this challenge will be complete."
The resubmitted paper is returned to my father. My father laughed lightly as Makoto thanked me for looking through him.
"It's been less than a month since I put my back in, but absorption is good. … it took more than six months for even Ling to submit a decent assignment"
Ling, that's Shin's brother's name. Even when compared to a brilliant brother, it is a pleasure if praiseworthy. But Shin laughed and lowered herself to exhale haha.
"My brother started when he was 15, and I was 17... almost 18, right? I can't compare you because you must be too old to start... and your brother is amazing how difficult it is to think about from that age"
Makoto says without clogging his words and laughs nicely. The dialogue that is available within you is too accustomed to say to get lost or wrong.
My father stares at such prudence with a troubled face.
"I don't mind respecting my brother, but then I'll always be under him"
My father tells me so and turns the computer on. I guess I'll start working now. Makoto gives a favour to stay out of the way and tries to leave the room.
"Shin"
Called down, Makoto stops.
"You're already from the Hagiwara family.... you can stop playing the part of bridging Qin Zao."
Makoto's service to the Holy Night was a condition for Makoto to disappear from the Habara family. There is no need to let Shin continue that burden now that he has returned to the Shinohara family.
Makoto put his hand on the handle of the door and looked back at his father only in his face.
"… what is available, let's use it. Qin Zao is a card that can be used in the future."
Makoto applies force to his hand and pulls the door. "Excuse me," he said, leaving the study.
Leave the study and sigh small. When I leaned down, my forehead dripped over my face and my own hair, dark, appeared in my eyes.
"... you don't look good"
Picking his own forehead, Makoto stares at his almost black hair. I'm seriously trying to live fresh, but I'm full of discomfort.
But Shin laughs bitterly when it comes to one girl. She would surely answer, "That's better". With that in mind, I walk out.
But as soon as I walked a little, Makoto's steps stopped.
"... Makoto"
"Brother..."
There's a brother coming this way at the end of the hallway. Makoto smiled unchanged, "To your father?" He spoke to his brother. Against prudent smiles, my brother's face is very harsh.
"You were there, too."
"Well...... a little"
If I answered that, I knew what action my brother would take. I know, but Makoto doesn't rephrase words.
A dull sound echoing in a quiet hallway.
Makoto is grabbed in the forehead and punched in the back of the head straight into the wall. Though I do feel the pain, Makoto stays laughing. That's how they hit me on the cheek as it was.
"Shin... don't you dare. It's no use what you did now. With that stupid head...... don't sell the charm to your father.... because you're a loser."
My brother makes fun of Makoto and looks satisfied. When I scolded Makoto and looked down and immersed myself in joy, I also threw away Makoto as if throwing out a toy. That's how my thoughtful brother turns to his father's study. I don't think about Makoto anymore.
"... if you think it's useless, don't be angry"
Makoto laughs and moans his beaten cheek. If you can easily quell your brother's anger with a little pain and patience, Makoto chooses it.
"True... it's simple, isn't it?
Makoto asked the worry-faced girl floating behind her brain.
La Fausto's library.
Big indoors for nothing. But there are no students there. Ten himself, who made this a place where students wouldn't lean over, laughs when he sees a library with no one but himself.
"... empty"
Until a month ago, this was Shin's toy box.
When I got back to the Habara family, I cut off all the female students I had been playing with. For a while the prudent ladies had come all the way to the library to do evil deeds, but now it had settled down as well.
"... this and this is it"
Makoto takes a few books that are likely to serve as a reference for the challenges he gives to his father. I've never cared about what books were in the library before, but there were plenty of quality books just politically relevant.
Grab those books and put your stuff in a seat in the library. The slightly longer forehead was raised with a pin and the contact was removed. Instead, the edge wears the "Beko" coloured glasses. When I went fully into study mode and headed to my desk, the library door opened.
Shin, are you there?... who, you "
"Ha, ha. Come on, get used to it."
Holy Night came into the library. Makoto's appearance in study mode is different from Makoto's previous appearance. Of course, I've seen this look many times already on Holy Night, but I'm bound to tell that to too much unnaturalness.
"What. Did you give your father an assignment? Is that the new one?
"Broader answers, resubmit"
"Yeah."
"Ha ha ha ha"
Holy Night sits in the seat in front of Makoto, speaking carefully. Makoto grinned lightly that he had gone out of his way to the library room, usually in the Secret Service.
"Did you miss me?
"Asshole. Don't tell me bug spit runs."
Says Holy Night in a grumpy manner, with a cheek wand. But you're not going to leave the library, so what Makoto said is probably a hit. Makoto blew out pussy.
"Shin..."
"No, no, I'll be done in a minute, so wait. Let's have a cup of coffee, Holy Night."
"Don't tell me to stop calling you that! I don't know what to say. Finish it!
On Holy Night, when I slapped Makoto's head with a book nearby, he began to turn the book in pieces. I wait for Makoto as I read it in a boring way.
- You can stop playing the part of bridging the harp.
My father's words turn my head. Seeing a Holy Night like this, I don't think any of us are going to leave Holy Night even though we have no more orders.
"Holy Night"
"... what"
Holy Night leaves his gaze down on the book, listening to the voice of prudence. That girl and Makoto are probably the only ones the Holy Night allows so much attention to.
As my father commanded, I now miss the Holy Night so much when I had my first conversation.
At a certain party, Makoto spoke up on Holy Night. The two were 15 years old at the time.
"The... second son of the Habara family"
'Yeah, yeah. It's better if you can't.'
Discreetly, heading out to greet him, Holy Night had shown only vigilance. Makoto knew that, but still had to gain credibility from Holy Night. For your own freedom.
"Stay close." Holy Night. "
'... called by name, I don't like'
Then Makoto made contact with Holy Night many times. Discreetly, the Holy Night said this one day, when he also began to speak out within the middle school of La Fausto.
'You've never even spoken to me before... what are you going to do? If you're going to be a good seller, you should stop wasting it.'
Until then, Makoto had only put his name down at La Faust School and barely attended. Even if I go through, I play with a girl who tells me she likes me a little bit and go home. Since then, he had already spread the name of his prodigal son.
The opposite is true of the Holy Night, which at that age continues to sit on the summit seat. That's why Holy Night was discreetly rounded out with disgust. But Makoto didn't think I didn't like that.
'Yes. It's a festival, a festival. I want to take advantage of Qin Zao Holy Night. So you can use me. "
In a mild tone, Shin said. But the feelings put into that word are not half-baked. Makoto was already determined then.
"I'll make all your wishes come true."
As the words put it, Makoto fulfilled the wishes, hopes and all that he had put into the mouth of the Holy Night.
Holy Night was astonished that Makoto had as much power to make all of them come true, which is why I questioned the name of his' failures'.
It didn't take long for the Holy Night to accept prudence.
'If we just use it... we'll be friends. Do it all thoroughly. "
Then Makoto stays with Holy Night all the time.
At first I thought I was just a little boy about Holy Night. The only reason I moved for the Holy Night was to protect myself.
I wonder when that's been happening. I thought purely for the Holy Night, and it started to move.
"... why are you laughing?"
I started to think of Holy Night as a true friend after I met her, happy or unhappy. If Holy Night had remained 'just a boy' to Makoto as it was when we met, it would have been easier by now.
Nothing. Nothing.
Shin decides to take a break from Holy Night because the assignment has progressed to the point where Kiri is good. Makoto was laughing lightly as he cleaned up the book he had finished using.
The girl in Makoto's memory always looks in trouble. I've never seen her smile properly. All the squeaky faces and troubled faces.
Seriously, I'm not sure I can make her happy, even if I'm trying to take it away from Holy Night. So I'm sure she doesn't choose such prudence either.
"... I will not betray the Holy Night"
Makoto shrugged and fixed a thick book on the bookshelf.