I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

"She is Kasugano Sora."

His gaze then turned to the man who coveted the property.

"They're my family now."

"The distribution of your estates may continue."

"But that's all there is to it about her."

"Does anyone have a problem with this?"

Chapter 15: Rebirth: I Am the Hellish Sister-Raising King

The procedures were completed so smoothly it was outrageous.

Those "relatives" who were arguing heatedly about who should take responsibility just a moment ago instantly beamed with relief when they saw Lynn produce all his documents and calmly express his willingness to take full responsibility.

Has this distant relative, who appeared out of nowhere, gone mad?

Why would they actually take the initiative to pick up that unlucky, cold-blooded, money-spending burden?

But no one dared to voice these thoughts.

Because of Lynn's eyes.

Those eyes, which were always listless and uninterested in anything, were now calmly scanning everyone present.

There was no anger or threat in his eyes, only a pure and unquestionable statement.

It was as if he wasn't seeking opinions, but rather announcing an established fact.

After regaining their senses, the relatives' faces lit up with long-lost smiles—a heartfelt and undisguised joy after a heavy burden had been lifted.

They worked with Lynn to sign all the documents with unprecedented efficiency.

It was as if Lynn would change her mind if he hesitated even a second longer.

From beginning to end, no one gave the silver-haired girl in the corner another second.

To them, she was not a relative, but merely a worthless asset that had finally been discarded.

……

The tram swayed and rocked on the way back.

The rain outside the window showed no signs of letting up, washing the whole world into a hazy, flowing mass of colors.

The carriage was empty, with only the clanging of the train and the patter of raindrops hitting the windows.

Lynn and Kasugano Sora sat side by side, with a subtle distance between them.

The entire journey was speechless.

Kasugano Sora curled up by the window, her small body almost sinking into the large seat.

She was still holding the black rabbit doll, her head tilted to the side, her empty, lifeless gray eyes silently watching the blurry scenery rushing past the window.

She was very quiet.

It was as quiet as a lifeless, exquisite doll.

Lynn shifted her gaze from the sick leave slip in her hand and glanced at her casually.

The train carriage was a bit chilly on a rainy day, and the girl's thin Gothic dress seemed a little insufficient for warmth in this environment.

Her lips were bloodless, and her pale, almost translucent face showed a sickly frailty.

Lynn sighed silently to herself.

trouble.

It's a complete mess.

He didn't say anything, but silently took off his coat, revealing a soft beige casual suit.

Then, he reached out and gently draped his coat over the girl's shoulders.

Kasugano Sora's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

Those usually empty gray eyes seemed to shift slightly, reflecting his approaching, blurry figure.

A strange, clean masculine scent, carrying a faint aroma of tea, gently enveloped her.

That smell was completely out of place in this cold, damp carriage.

The warmth made her feel somewhat overwhelmed.

She instinctively tried to break free, but her body was too stiff to obey her commands.

In the end, she did nothing but bury her face even deeper into the rabbit doll in her arms, silently accepting this sudden warmth.

Lynn withdrew his hand as if he had only done a trivial thing.

He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and began to think about how to deal with this "destabilizing factor in the world line".

The tram arrives.

The rain keeps falling.

Lynn opened a transparent umbrella she had bought from a convenience store, tilting most of it towards the girl.

Rainwater slid down the edge of the umbrella, forming a small, secluded curtain around him and her.

The cold raindrops soaked half of Lynn's shoulder, but he didn't care at all.

He noticed that the girl's shoes were a bit old, and they made a soft "gurgling" sound when she stepped on the puddle.

So, at the next intersection, he led her into a shoe store.

"Put on."

He picked out a pair of simple white sneakers with thick, waterproof soles, squatted down, and placed them at her feet without saying a word.

Kasugano Sora looked at the brand-new shoes at her feet, which smelled of rubber, and then looked up at the expressionless but meticulous man.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly.

……

Back at her apartment building, Lynn folded her umbrella and shook off the water droplets.

He opened the door and turned to the side.

"come in."

The apartment wasn't big, but he kept it clean and tidy, and it was full of life.

The warm light dispelled the chill and dampness outside the door.

Kasugano Sora stood awkwardly in the entryway, gently rubbing the doormat under her feet with her brand-new white sneakers.

She looked around at the small space, which was filled with the feeling of "home".

There is no arguing, no greed, and no disgusting faces here.

Only... him and her.

Lynn led her to the door of the almost unused guest room.

He had communicated with the safe house beforehand using his mind, and everything there maintained the most ordinary daily routine.

"From now on, this will be your room."

He opened the door. The room wasn't large, but it was bright and clean. There was a single bed covered with brand-new pure cotton sheets, which looked soft and comfortable.

"The food is very basic, so we'll make do for the night."

Lynn leaned against the door frame, sunlight streaming through the window, casting a soft golden glow on him, making his already handsome face appear even more gentle.

"If we need anything, we'll buy it tomorrow."

"Whatever style you like, the room can be decorated according to your preferences."

His voice was calm, yet it was like a warm current, silently flowing into Kasugano Sora's long-frozen heart.

purchase……

Arrangement...

These two words felt as distant to her as memories from the last century.

Kasugano Sora looked around the small room that would soon belong to her.

It is empty, yet full of infinite possibilities.

Here, she can put her favorite books on the table, hang her favorite curtains, and... have her own little world.

This realization gave her heart, which had been dormant, a glimmer of hope for revival for the first time.

She stood at the doorway, head down, clutching the black rabbit doll tightly in her hands.

A long time, a long time.

Just as Lynn thought she would not react any further and was about to turn and leave.

A faint, almost imperceptible tremor escaped from her pale lips.

"……Thank you."

She paused, as if using all her strength, before finally managing to squeeze out the last two words.

"O...ni-chan."

That "Onii-chan" was very soft and faint.

But like a precision-guided bullet coated in honey, it struck Lynn's heart without warning.

He was used to Yukino Yukinoshita's sharp tongue, to Doku Goto's socially awkward lamentations, and to Shinobu Kocho's reverent "teacher."

But this kind of title carries a sense of complete, broken, and unadulterated dependence...

Still the first time.

At this moment, something called "responsibility" was no longer just a line of cold text on the system panel, but truly fell on his shoulders.

He froze for a moment.

He looked at the girl's long, silver hair reflecting a soft light under the lamp, and her slightly reddened ear tips, and felt his temples throbbing.

In the end, he simply raised his hand and, as he would with any other student, habitually patted her head.

But his hand froze in mid-air halfway up.

Finally, he awkwardly patted her incredibly smooth, silvery-white hair.

This... seems like they've gone too far.

He closed the door and, almost as if fleeing, collapsed onto the sofa in the living room.

He covered his eyes with his arm, feeling the additional, quiet breathing in the apartment, and exhaled a long breath.

In that tone, there was helplessness, a headache, and also a hint of relief that even he himself hadn't noticed.

"Hello, system."

He asked himself in a calm tone, almost as if talking to himself.

"What happened to the rationalist who hates trouble?"

"Where is the so-called spiritual mentor of all realms, enjoying a leisurely life in his daily routine?"

"Isn't something wrong with this script?"

The system remained unresponsive, as aloof as ever.

Lynn chuckled self-deprecatingly and removed his arm from his eyes.

He gazed at the warm light on the ceiling.

For the first time, a genuine, complex smile, a mixture of resignation and anticipation, appeared on that usually languid face.

Forget it.

Be a stay-at-home dad, then be a stay-at-home dad.

At least this "world anchor" looks delicious and soft, so it's worth it.