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Kushima Retsu watched Yotsuba Mahiro's departing figure slowly, took a sip of the now-cold hot tea, and sighed inwardly.

The child is extremely resistant to him, so it's impossible to have a proper talk with him, let alone use force. All magic will have no effect on this child.

Unless other methods are used to estimate how to restrain this released monster.

"Grandpa, are you alright?"

"I'm fine... but Kyoko, what do you think of this Yotsuba Mahiro?"

"I?"

Kyoko Fujibayashi was slightly taken aback at first, and then her face turned pale as her mouth opened slightly.

Others might not understand, but how could she not understand the meaning behind her grandfather's question? However, she never expected that her grandfather would bring the conflict upon her.

Kyoko Fujibayashi asked in a trembling voice, "Grandpa, you mean...?"

"You should know the significance of the Ten Master Clans, right? Besides leading the Japanese magic world to continuous progress, it is also to keep the various families in check and balance each other, preventing magicians from going out of control."

Kyoko Fujibayashi did not respond; as Retsu Kushima's granddaughter, she was well aware of the implications.

"But over the years, Yotsuba has become too powerful. Whether it's Shiba Tatsuya and his sister Shiba Miyuki, or Yotsuba Mahiro, their existence makes the Yotsuba family too dominant, gradually disintegrating the framework of the Ten Masters Clan."

"And Yotsuba Mahiro is the most dangerous one among them. No magician can match her with just magic. Even that little girl from the Itsuki family, or even I, could not do it."

"Therefore, the only way to deal with such a vicious beast is to put it in sturdy chains and tame it slowly."

Kyoko Fujibayashi remained silent.

She was thinking, can't someone else do this?

According to existing information, Ayako Kuroba from the Yotsuba branch family, Mayumi Nanagusa from the Nanagusa family, and even Sayaka Mibu, the daughter of Yuzo Mibu from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, all have special feelings for him.

However, she simply couldn't bring herself to say those words.

To be honest, she's not young anymore, she's already 24, and her family is really pressuring her to get married.

However, for large families in the magical world, there is no such thing as freedom of marriage.

The problem is, she has absolutely no idea how to marry a boy almost eight years her junior...

......

.....

...

However, on his way back to the venue, just as he reached the vicinity of the courtyard garden, he was blocked by a tall and burly man.

"Senior Jumonji, is there something you need?"

"Yotsuba, can I borrow a moment?"

This is what Katsuto Jumonji said.

It seems they've been waiting for him for a long time.

"Don't worry, I just wanted to chat with you for a bit, it'll be over soon."

Seemingly sensing his wariness, Katsutoshi Jumonji added this comment.

Although there was not a trace of friendliness on that resolute and serious square face.

"what's up?"

Following the footsteps of the Jumonji Katsuto, they arrived at a corner deep within the garden courtyard.

Although secluded, it wasn't completely silent; someone must have opened a window, because you could faintly hear music drifting from the banquet.

"Yotsuba, I remember you were a member abandoned by the Yotsuba main family, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

That was indeed his initial self-assurance.

He has the surname Yotsuba, but he is not a Yotsuba person.

Maya Yotsuba, on the other hand, seemed to agree with this statement and even took the initiative to cover for him.

"--That's good."

I don't know if this guy is gloating or what.

He scrutinized Mahiro with that serious gaze for a long time, then nodded expressionlessly.

"Then, I propose this in my capacity as the assistant mage of the Jumonji family at the Master Clan Conference."

Yotsuba, do you want to return to the Ten Masters Clan?

Of course, this doesn't mean going back to Yotsuba.

"Does Senior Jumonji mean... marrying into the family?"

"Yes, that's right, let me think... how about Nanagusa?"

Katsuto Jumonji seemed quite serious, and even considered it carefully for a moment, "She seems to like you a lot, Yotsuba."

He was well aware that his relationship with Mayumi was ambiguous.

After that kiss in the reading room, Mayumi already knew without ever pulling away.

but.

This was the first time he had ever discovered that this tall, strong man with thick eyebrows and big eyes actually had so many cunning schemes.

They even arranged blind dates for him.

Extraordinary.

Is this some kind of matchmaking agency in another world, like the Lion King?

"Let's talk about things like this later."

In the end, he simply left with this one sentence, without giving Jūmonji Katsuto a prepared answer.

Or rather, he doesn't need to explain himself to anyone.

I will walk my own path, and I neither need nor allow anyone else to interfere or arrange it.

After two rounds of mental torture by Kushima Retsu and Jumonji Katsuto, he was honestly a little tired.

But they still chose to return to the banquet hall.

The atmosphere in the hall was completely different from the tense atmosphere two weeks ago; a peaceful atmosphere enveloped the banquet.

Now that the competition is over, and we're not life-or-death enemies, there's no need to maintain that tense atmosphere.

Although they are still young, it is impossible for them to be completely unconcerned about winning or losing.

However, after ten days of intense competition, most students actually become much more amiable due to the reaction of excessive tension.

The post-match party was again organized by the event organizers, and the students still wore their respective school uniforms as their formal attire.

The girls also wore tulle skirts that they don't usually wear.

They danced gracefully with their respective partners on the ballroom floor at the banquet.

This is also an old tradition of the Nine Schools Battle, which can be considered as bringing students from different schools back to their old friendships.

However, he became the focus of the banquet as soon as he entered, since almost everyone had been talking about him for the two days following the competition.

Naturally, some girls also took the initiative to invite him to dance.

But he politely declined them all, squatting in a corner with a drink in hand, trying to make himself less conspicuous.

"Ugh, this is so troublesome..."

"Really? They're so popular?"

Looking up, he saw Watanabe-senpai with her neat short hair, looking like she was up to tease him.

But he just sighed helplessly.

"If possible, I would like to have some peace and quiet."

Too much happened during the Nine Schools Battle, and he desperately needs a good rest now, preferably a long sleep that could last for days and nights.

"There's nothing we can do about it! You stood out so much in the Nine Schools Tournament, being both a player and an engineer, and achieving excellent results in both."

Watanabe Mari covered her mouth while patting his shoulder.

"It's all your fault..."

Shinji rolled his eyes at Watanabe-senpai with annoyance.

He was truly helpless in the face of this woman's sarcastic remarks.

Because it's the truth.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a group of beautiful figures walking towards him.

It's the three little ones: Miyuki, Kitayama, and Honoka.

"It seems the little princesses have come looking for you, so I won't disturb them."

Watanabe Mari left the stage without saying a word, and Miyuki took his place.

A hand, as white as jade, was extended in front of him.

Shenxue tilted her head and smiled gently, "Brother Zhenxun, may I ask you to dance?"

Originally, it should be the man who extends the invitation to the woman, but in Yotsuba Mahiro's case, it was completely reversed.

But since it was Miyuki's invitation, how could he possibly refuse?

"Okay, I'd be happy to."

Yotsuba Mahiro, with one hand behind his back, imitated a gentleman's manner and gently took Miyuki's hand with his other hand.

The two walked together to the center of the dance floor.

Her soft, delicate body leaned against Yotsuba Mahiro, and her slender, white arms rested on his shoulders.

His hand naturally wrapped around Shen Xue's slender waist.

They looked into each other's eyes, and to the soft, soothing strains of orchestral music, they slowly began to dance gracefully.

He had never received any aristocratic education, and this reaction was entirely a copy of his memories from his previous life.

Fortunately, I didn't embarrass myself.

However, his acceptance of Miyuki's invitation was like sending a signal.

After finishing one dance, I received a continuous stream of invitations.

After that, he only accepted invitations from a few acquaintances.

That is, Honoka and Kitayama.

His dance moves weren't particularly skillful, lacking the elegance and grace of others; they were simply correct.

Since it was copied, it's only natural.

□ Even while dancing, she quietly commented that it felt like "dancing with a dancing machine," a sentiment that was both complimentary and derogatory.

“I just don’t want to be talked about like that by you,” Yotsuba Mahiro retorted softly.

However, what tired him the most was dancing with Mayumi.

The saying that dance can reveal one's personality is perfectly exemplified in Mayumi.

I doubt she would do that.

However, the dance steps she performed, combined with the background music, appeared very elegant and beautiful.

The problem is that she didn't keep up with the music's beat with each step, as if she was doing it on purpose to make things more difficult for him.

She still loves playing pranks.

After the song ended, Yotsuba Mahiro was completely exhausted.

But he didn't stop; instead, he walked straight up to a young girl and reached out his hand to her.

"Miss, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"

"Me...me?" Morley blinked in surprise, holding a champagne glass.

“Of course.” Mahiro smiled elegantly, even using that smile to utter the incongruous words with a hint of provocation: