Type-Moon: In Another World, I Became an Alien God

He patted Yao on the shoulder.

Actually, Yao did want to accept Uncle Kuonji's favor, but it wasn't something he could just accept casually.

He regarded his uncle, Kuonji, as family.

Therefore, Yao did not want to sacrifice his beloved elders' dignity in exchange for commercial benefits.

As it turned out, Uncle Kuonji saw through Yao's intentions.

He didn't care about his reputation at all.

For him, seeing his beloved younger generation achieve their dreams must be a happy thing.

He has already lost far too much in his life.

Even his life was nearing its end.

If it weren't for his own daughter, Yoo-joo, he definitely wouldn't have been able to hold on until now.

"Those politicians in Tibet Province are cunning old foxes."

In that place, embezzlement and bribery are commonplace and trivial matters.

That's a place where no light can exist... In this storm, even small banks without connections can only be wiped out.

"Yao, just consider this a way to avoid unnecessary trouble for the Aozaki family. Don't you trust your uncle?"

"No, how could that be?"

"In that case, don't stand on ceremony with me. And accept this as well. This is a letter of introduction from (adei). I have good relationships with all the companies listed here. If your bank wants to expand, you can consider these companies."

This was handled exceptionally well.

The names in the letter of introduction were all senior executives of leading companies in various fields in Japan, making it seem like he was being asked to pick up money.

As a result, Yao was speechless for a moment and could only stare at the envelope in his hand with complicated emotions.

Such children are given high hopes by their elders.

Yao didn't know what to say.

If he were to handle these matters himself, the problem would certainly be resolved.

But this inevitably involves a great deal of troublesome interpersonal interactions.

Now, Uncle Kuonji waved his hand.

They helped him resolve the issue in one fell swoop.

"Uncle, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Yao could only thank him solemnly.

If he had had such an elder in his previous life, he wouldn't have ended up dying young.

Yao was filled with mixed emotions.

Uncle Kuonji simply smiled kindly at the expression of gratitude.

Then, he turned to look out the window.

I saw the glass gradually covered by frost, and the dim courtyard outside the mansion surrounded by a sense of loneliness.

"Yao, I'm gradually getting tired of this deceitful society."

So, I want to help people like you; consider this my uncle's last wish.

Uncle Kuonji laughed as he spoke.

Yao couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Today, the uncle is exhausted from the grief of his wife's death and the indifference he has received from his relatives.

It was as if he was saying that he didn't want to continue fighting, and only wanted to lie in the coffin with his deceased wife and enjoy peace.

Living was torture for my uncle.

At this moment, he was sustained entirely by willpower; Youzhu was his last thought in the world.

Did Uncle Kuonji have ulterior motives?

That must exist.

Everything he did was out of trust in Yao, and his belief that the junior he admired would take care of Youzhu.

Just like when we were in this mansion.

In fact, Uncle Kuonji had long treated Yao as his son and regarded him as the only person who could take care of his daughter.

Indeed, he is one of the few people he approves of.

The actions taken by Uncle Kuonji to pave the way for Yao were, in fact, his final entrustment of his orphan.

It is clear that there is no mention of pearls in any of the sentences.

But this made it impossible for Yao not to want to have a pearl.

"Alright, stop hanging out with this old man all the time. Aren't you worried about Yu-joo? Go see her. She still remembers you to this day."

The uncle was already thinking of asking Yao to leave.

He can bear the sadness alone.

"Uncle, no matter what, I will take good care of Yu-joo, please rest assured."

Yao looked directly at his uncle, Kuonji, and said solemnly.

This needs to be said.

Yao felt a sense of familiarity, and he was afraid that if he didn't speak up, he would never have the chance to say it again.

Hearing Yao say such words to him.

My uncle smiled with immense relief.

People say that men don't easily shed tears, but in the end, his eyes couldn't stop getting wet.

Yao seemed to see him sweep away his thinness and weakness, and return to his former energetic self.

Yes, he also believed in Yao.

This kind of thing doesn't need any further explanation.

...

We left the East Wing and headed to the West Wing.

There is nothing related to mystery in the East Wing, while the West Wing is the complete opposite.

Most of the rooms here are shrouded in mystery.

Further inside, you can find the library built by the Great Witch, which contains a large number of magic books.

Even the runes that have been lost in modern times.

These are all recorded in books.

At the same time, it is also a forbidden area for ordinary people, a place that Uncle Kuonji cannot enter.

After the death of the Great Witch Maine.

The entire collection of books was inherited by Yuzhu alone.

For the witch who manipulates fairy tales, this place is her own personal sanctuary.

"The smell of books is still the best..."

This wasn't Yao's first time here.

Every time I come here, I am amazed by the library’s collection; it even has books from the pre-Christian era.

The Great Witch truly lives up to her reputation as a descendant of the First Magician.

There was not a single light in the library.

Only the cool sunlight streaming in from outside the window casts shadows from the sky.

Strangely, there is a huge tree trunk in the center of the library.

It connects and supports the ceiling and floor, adding a touch of fantastical greenery to the cold, gray library.

"Oh, where is it?"

Yao saw the familiar black figure.

She leaned against the tree trunk.

The girl was unaware of Yao's approach and, as always, was lulled to sleep by a lullaby.

Two years have passed, and Youzhu has undergone significant changes.

In Yao's memory, Youzhu was a seven or eight-year-old girl, but two years have passed and she has grown up a lot.

The girl had slender limbs and skin so white it seemed she was oblivious to the sun.

She was the most captivating flower in the library, her melancholic and sorrowful temperament perfectly natural.

—A dazzling light that blooms for a moment but fades just as quickly.

It left people with an impression like this.

Yu-joo's black outfit, reminiscent of a nun's attire, is actually the uniform of her school.

"The same bad habit as always..."

Yao shook his head helplessly.

Even in the past, Yu-chu liked to walk barefoot on the floor and sleep on the floor.

Her uncle, Kuonji, had also kindly reprimanded her.

Clearly, she wasn't listening.

To escape her father's nagging and lecturing, Yoo-joo even hid in the library her mother had left her.

According to past practice.

Yao would pick up Youzhu and take her to the sofa, then pick up a book and slowly flip through it.

They waited until Youzhu woke up before leaving.

Chapter Sixty-Six: Inhumanity, Another Robin Killed [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

"Girls change so much as they grow up... In just two years, she's already blossomed into a beautiful young woman..."

Yao hasn't touched the pearl yet.

At this time, he was observing the changes in Yuzhu over the past two years, which delayed his next move.

Subconsciously, he rubbed his fair and tender face.

It's like touching a doll.

The first thing Yao and Youzhu did after not seeing each other for two years was this.

The reason is simple: the memory of Ariel sleeping soundly is unforgettable, and I simply couldn't resist teasing her.

Her breathing was steady and relaxed.

Even when faced with Yao's simple teasing, she acted like a sleeping beauty who would never wake up.

There is a kind of beauty that can only be admired from afar, not touched.

It's like being inside a painting.

However, just when Yao was convinced that Yuzhu wouldn't wake up, he saw the girl open her eyes.

The two met eyes very closely.

They were so close they could almost hear each other breathing.

"..."

Yu-zhu's serene face remained unchanged from before.

She stared straight at Yao.