I really don't want to be reborn.

Saori chuckled maliciously, "That's very simple. Fainting caused by mental distress can actually be treated with artificial respiration!"

"...I was actually going to say 5 ml was injected intravenously."

"what is that?"

Kyosuke Kosaka's tension and worry vanished, and he even had the mood to tell dirty jokes. He coughed and looked at the unconscious Sinon: "Then... let's do CPR, Kuroneko?"

The black cat panicked: "Why are you asking me? If anyone should come, it's you!"

Kyosuke scratched his head awkwardly: "But I'll leave the task of pressing on her chest and blowing air into her mouth to you, since you're a girl."

His hands were already gently placed on the little girl's chest.

Black Cat disagreed: "It doesn't matter, she's your sister-in-law anyway. Isn't a sister-in-law's first kiss for her brother-in-law?"

Saori shouted unhappily, "I strongly object to this!"

Kosaka disagreed: "Those sisters will kill me, so I'm begging you."

"That Saori—"

"Hey, I ate a clove of garlic earlier..."

The black cat was speechless. He took a deep breath, pinched Shino's small nose, and was about to lower his head when he noticed that the petite girl lying there was staring at him with wide eyes.

What do you want to do?

The eyes that opened were no longer like a calm lake, but rather like bright stars, not because they twinkled, but because they were too far away.

She's angry.

The black cat was so frightened that it fell face-first into the mud.

Shino ignored the black cat and stared coldly at him. Seeing that he and Saori were both smiling without saying a word, she knew that they had seen through her feigned unconsciousness. She was both ashamed and angry, and her little fists clenched tighter and tighter.

"Shi, Shi, let's talk this out. We are all civilized people..."

"Well?"

"Literary girl, don't start a fight! Aaaaaah!"

Kyosuke Kosaka's old wounds hadn't healed yet, and new marks appeared on his face tonight.

…………

After spending two or three days in Yokohama, they returned to Chiba.

Shi walked ahead excitedly, it seemed she missed her sister a lot after not seeing her for several days, but when she turned back to look at her brother-in-law with a solemn expression, she felt a little uneasy.

She thought her brother-in-law was sulking.

Men are very proud, so he must be very angry because he was embarrassed.

Shino tugged at his sleeve.

Kousaka Kyosuke snapped out of his reverie, met those slightly regretful eyes, and shook his head: "I'm not angry."

"Oh."

Shino puffed out her cheeks and followed him quietly into her sister's study.

There was no one at the desk, but Kasumigaoka Utaha was leaning against a chair in the corner, a blanket covering her legs, curled up inside, fast asleep.

Her long, flowing hair, as dark as night, was slightly disheveled. Although most of her face was covered, the unhappiness between her brows revealed that she must have something on her mind.

Shino was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to rush into her sister's arms, but Kousaka Kyosuke casually picked her up and walked towards the door without saying a word.

"I have something to say to your sister. You can go out now."

Shi stood obediently outside the door.

Kyosuke Kosaka turned around and stood in front of his girlfriend, then squatted down to look at her sleeping face. Kasumigaoka Utaha was probably awakened by that complicated gaze, and she rubbed her eyes sleepily.

The voice was languid and cloying, as if blaming someone for disturbing his sleep: "Who is it?"

If you ask me my name?

I said, call me whatever you like: idiot, fool, darling.

You still want to ask me what kind of person I am?

I said, "It's someone you plant trees with in the spring and shovel snow with in the winter."

Kyosuke Kosaka slowly relaxed his grip and smiled slightly: "It's me, I'm back."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Note: This is from Mao Ni's "The Vermilion Bird Chronicle".

The Legend of the Vermilion Bird is quite old, isn't it? I read it in junior high school, and it was a pirated physical copy from Huanjian Book Alliance. After reading it, my tastes became very discerning, and reading other online novels from rental bookstores only gave me a headache.

Ten years ago, online novels were much more simplistic than they are now—wait, by this calculation, I've actually been reading for ten years?

Chapter Twenty-Six: Demon King, you're so cute!

Title: My Another World Romance is Definitely Problematic

……

Outside the Demon King's palace, I have some things I need to say to my two companions who have always been by my side.

Because it's almost the final battle, a battle where life and death are the only chances.

"You must come back alive."

The granddaughter of the academy's chairman, a blonde, flat-chested beauty with twin tails, solemnly said to me, "This is... this is my last request."

It's not that I'm being deliberately sentimental; it's just that I'm not thinking about anything else and am simply giving my final words of advice.

"You have so many demands."

I blurted out those words without thinking, but I regretted it the moment they left my mouth because I saw the other person's face as they held back tears.

"You absolutely...you must come back alive, okay?"

The girl with twin tails answered in a voice that barely suppressed her sobs. This arrogant girl suddenly turned around and said, "I am a cunning and despicable person. I want everything, now and in the future."

These words didn't seem to be directed at me and Dugu; they sounded like a pure monologue.

So, Dugu and I watched her retreating figure, remaining completely silent.

Until she turned around again and looked directly at us.

"I have nothing more to say..."

"so……"

Dugu suddenly raised his head: "But I have something to say. This may indeed be our final discussion, or rather, our final entrustment."

Dugu is Dugu.

I've emphasized many times that she's too pure, and any definition of the facts must reflect her will; she will never allow our vague, ambiguous love triangle to continue indefinitely.

Because her sword is a straight line, not a triangle or a circle. Whether she's eating, talking, drawing her sword to travel, burping, or farting, she goes straight ahead.

However, after she defined it that way, I finally began to feel uneasy. I looked at Dugu with unease. The black-haired, straight-haired female swordswoman had her eyes closed.

Her trembling eyelashes spoke volumes about her turbulent inner world.

"What exactly is this request?"

"I……"

Suddenly, the girl with twin tails stepped forward and gently took her hand. Her bright voice sounded heartbreaking: "Do you really have to tell her about that request?"

Dugu remained silent.

"Hmm, I already know about your request."

The blond man suddenly released the black-haired man's hand: "No matter what it is, we will solve it, because we are the best mercenary adventure group in the world, whether it's someone else's problem or our problem."

"I……"

Dugu's voice was soft, so soft that it seemed as if it would dissipate in the wind at any moment.

"I think... that's probably the answer between us."

This inexplicable answer is inexplicable.

If everything were explained clearly, everyone's relationships would completely collapse. That's the conclusion we'll be given at the end of the road we're on now.

Anyway, this golden retriever wasn't being arrogant at all today. Even with tears welling up in her eyes, she still insisted, "Dugu... do you still remember our promise?"

"remember."

"If I win, I'll take it all. Maybe that's cunning... I hope we can stay like this forever."

If that's the case, then it's indeed a bit beyond my expectations.

"What do you think?"

"Hmm... I have no right to interfere."

Yes, I couldn't interfere in their final match, and the sharp gaze in the blonde's tearful eyes left me speechless.

Or rather, I secretly hoped that the three of us would be together forever—if we followed her method, that could indeed be easily achieved.

I think she did the right thing.

And Dugu, who has always believed in straightforwardness, can also be freed from her solitary sense of justice.

But it still feels a bit off...

She took another step closer and once again enveloped Dugu Bingliang's hands. Snowflakes drifted down, and the setting sun sank into the distant sea, casting long shadows on the white earth.

The girl with long, straight black hair trembled.

Is this the only way it can be, or is this the final outcome?

I watched them embrace quietly, letting out soft sobs to release their worries and other, more complex emotions.

Then, they gathered with other heroes and mages and pushed open the gates of the Demon King's Palace.

I know that's wrong. Their agreement shouldn't have that kind of effect. Is it really right to forcibly distort the feelings between the three of them?

I don't know, and I can't know.