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"Breaking news: The National Police Agency has just concluded a press conference regarding the assassination of Prince Tetsuya Watari. It is understood that the perpetrator has confessed to the crime, the case has been largely investigated, and the evidence is sufficient and comprehensive. The National Police Agency has transferred the perpetrator to the prosecutor's office, and a closed-door trial will be held soon. The Princess was not present at this press conference..."

A Chinese restaurant on a street in Tokyo.

After hearing the news broadcast on TV, the store did not experience much of a stir.

The sensational assassination of the prince seems to be finally coming to a conclusion.

It has been a month since the incident. I thought that after all this effort, we would find some shocking information, but in the end, there was no surprise at all.

The speech that prince gave at the Yasukuni Shrine before his death was recorded and regarded as a bible by many right-wingers. They regard the imaginative Prince Tetsuya Watari as a national hero and an immortal giant!

but.

There didn't seem to be any right-wingers or extremists in this restaurant.

There weren't even many Japanese people there.

After all, this is a genuine Chinese restaurant.

Therefore, a neutral reaction is quite normal.

The Chinese restaurant patrons clearly couldn't empathize with the prince who was shouting about the great revival of the Japanese Empire at the entrance of the sanctuary, but they expressed sympathy and even admiration for the princess who had become a widow before her formal marriage!

That's right.

admire.

It has nothing to do with the fact that he is the chairman of the bilateral development committee and is friendly to China, which means he is friendly to the Chinese people who make a living in Japan.

Imagine, in an era where suicide pacts have become ancient legends, a woman from a prestigious family, exceptionally talented, holding a high position, and rumored to be beautiful, would actually sacrifice her infinitely bright future for a dead man.

For the sake of the princess's so-called honor?
Oh.

Please.

The Japanese imperial family is not the feudal imperial family of China in the past, which has long since fallen from its pedestal. Moreover, their own achievements are so outstanding.

Is it for the unborn child in her belly?
With modern medicine so advanced, it's entirely possible to abort the disease discreetly, leaving the Japanese imperial family with no grounds to object.

and so.

The Chinese restaurant wasn't discussing the impending conclusion of the prince's death, but rather a few sighs were heard for the "princess," whose true face had never been seen due to the class difference.

Look.

Regardless of nationality.

It has nothing to do with ethnicity.

Regardless of gender.

It has nothing to do with hatred.

Humanity will always submit to noble qualities.

Among a sea of ​​black hair and yellow skin, a handsome white man stood out. His dazzling blond hair was unique, his features were like a fine sculpture, and he possessed an aristocratic air that came from a deep and refined background.

Tokyo is an international metropolis where world cultures exchange and collide, so it's not surprising to see white people there.

After finishing a bowl of Chinese wontons, he took out a tissue, slowly wiped his mouth, then stood up and, amidst a crowd of "Damn, how can someone be so handsome?" stares, walked out of the Chinese restaurant and got into a Cybertruck parked by the roadside.

No driver is needed.

He doesn't need to do it himself.

Enter the address, and the Cyberpick begins autonomous driving. Even when it recognizes the destination as the mold farm, the system does not experience the slightest lag.

It's still not advanced enough.

Military bases are forbidden areas, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter. This truth applies to the whole world. Moreover, the US military base has supreme authority in Japan, and its status is even higher than that of the Imperial Palace. After all, you should know that even when visiting graves and paying respects to ancestors, the Japanese must report to the US military in advance to seek permission, otherwise they can only express their condolences from outside the barbed wire fence.

Therefore, this intelligent driving system is too unreliable and should be identified as unable to reach the destination.

The handsome white guy, whose hair looked like it had been dyed by the sun, didn't do anything the whole time. He just leaned back comfortably in his seat and even yawned lazily, seemingly because he was too full from a hearty bowl of wontons.

A moldy base surrounding the ancestral graves of the Japanese.

Outside the barbed wire fence, many Japanese people preparing to pay respects to their ancestors are queuing up in an orderly fashion.

At this moment.

A Cyber ​​pickup truck swaggered over and passed by without slowing down at all, while the heavily armed and imposing Mold plant obediently retreated to both sides.

The Cyberpick drove straight in without hindrance, and soon disappeared from the sight of the long line of Japanese people.

There may be more than one cemetery in Japan.

For example, the Yasukuni Shrine.

Isn't it also a place for worshipping ghosts?

However, the sacred toilet has a threshold; not just any demons or monsters are qualified to live there.

The entrance to the cemetery.

This road is truly blocked.

The Cyberpick, which had been without human intervention throughout the journey, came to a stop. The blond, handsome man, who had been resting with his eyes closed, sensed that they had arrived at their destination. He then opened his eyes, stretched his neck, loosened his muscles, and, after regaining his composure, calmly pushed open the door and got out of the car.

He was a purebred white man, and judging from his appearance, he was the whitest of the whites, so he probably had no ancestors here.

Since it's not a sacrificial ceremony, there's no need to bring any flowers.

Bathed in the warm winter sun, he walked leisurely into the mold-covered Japanese cemetery, his hands empty and a charming smile on his face.

The lake is clear and sparkling, but most of the reeds have withered. The scenery here must be even more beautiful in spring and summer.

After smoothing his wind-blown blond hair, the handsome young white man arrived at a quiet tomb in the middle of the city. The tombstone was brand new, indicating that it had only been erected recently. There were no earth-shattering titles engraved on the tombstone, just a few simple words.

The grave of my late husband, Watari Tetsuya.

perhaps.

The Japanese imperial family also appreciated the princess's steadfastness.

Simultaneously.

These words also bound the status of this widowed queen to this new tomb, making it unbreakable.

"Ah~"

Upon arrival, the handsome white man, who had brought nothing with him, sighed softly, seemingly as a way of expressing his inner feelings.

before the tomb.

A woman in a black dress stood quietly to the side, black veil hanging from the brim of her chiffon hat, obscuring her face. Long silk gloves covered her forearms, and her hands were folded in front of her abdomen, which was visibly slightly protruding.

Is she... pregnant?
Pregnant women shouldn't come to cemeteries!
However, different cultures and different customs exist.

Perhaps some people are simply not afraid of ghosts or gods.
"Ugh……"

Seeing that no one paid any attention to him, the uninvited white guy sighed again and raised his voice.

Look.

Not all women are prone to infatuation.

"You're here."

The pregnant woman, who had been lost in thought, seemed to finally come to her senses, realize that someone was beside her, turn around, and nod slightly.

The blond hunk finally showed satisfaction, not minding that he couldn't see the face hidden under the veil of the hat, and his gaze moved down to the other person's protruding belly.

"The princess is not only a role model for women in Japan, but also a role model for women all over the world."

“You flatter me. Tetsuya died young, sacrificing himself for his country. As his wife, Liji was just doing what a wife should do.”

The handsome white man with hair even purer than the sun nodded and turned to look at the Japanese prince lying in the cold cement.

A smile played at the corners of his mouth, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Excellent genes should indeed be passed down." (End of Chapter)