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He leaned back in his chair, his posture becoming languid again, as if the aggressive questioning from before had never happened.

"I understand."

He spoke softly, breaking the suffocating silence. Hermione looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion, even a hint of disbelief at surviving a close call.

Genichi Hanyu looked at her, his tone calm yet carrying a resolute certainty: "It seems that I am still one crucial step away from being able to calmly know the strength of that future."

His gaze seemed to pierce through Hermione and reach into the farthest boundaries of time and space.

"It doesn't matter."

A faint, yet absolutely confident smile curved his lips.

"I will reach that level of strength as soon as possible. Then..."

He paused deliberately, his gaze refocusing on Hermione's pale face, as if stating a future that was bound to come true.

"When the time comes, I will naturally know what you want to tell me, or what you don't want to tell me."

This is not an inquiry, nor a discussion, but a declaration.

He gave up on forcing a breakthrough at this moment, not because he couldn't do it, but because he chose a path that was more in line with his pride—he wanted to use absolute power to expose all secrets openly and honestly, rather than relying on coercing a seemingly weak girl.

Hermione stared at him blankly, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

There was a sense of relief and relief, a feeling of exhaustion from being spared by a colossal being, but more than anything, there was an indescribable shock.

This man's confidence and domineering nature were simply beyond reason.

Strangely, this almost arrogant confidence did not offend her; instead, it gave her an absurd sense of security.

It seemed that as long as she followed this man, there might really be a glimmer of hope for the dark future that terrified her so much that she would rather be reborn than give up.

She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and her tense body slowly relaxed.

She met Genichi Hanyu's gaze and nodded solemnly, her voice still trembling slightly, but with unprecedented clarity and determination: "Okay."

She uttered only one word, yet it carried immense weight.

Then she added, as if making a solemn promise: "I will tell you everything you want to know when the time comes."

This answer implies that she acknowledged Genichi Hanyu's judgment and that she chose to place her bet on his growth.

Rather than revealing the truth now, which could lead to uncontrollable consequences, it's better to wait until he has the power to bear and change everything.

Upon receiving this answer, Genichi Hanyu nodded in satisfaction.

Although he didn't get an answer immediately, this result was more to his liking.

Although he didn't immediately learn about the future from Hermione, receiving such a clear promise of a promising future was a pretty good result for Genichi Hanyu.

At least he has seen hope in uncovering the mystery, and the path is clearly visible—that is, to keep getting stronger until the peak.

Perhaps it was the weight that had been lifted from her heart, or perhaps it was the illusion of gentleness brought about by Genichi Hanyu's restrained aura, but Hermione suddenly felt an irrepressible urge.

Looking at the powerful, mysterious, and even somewhat frightening man before her, who was now displaying a peculiar sense of trustworthiness and restraint, she could no longer suppress her impulse and made a move that even she herself did not expect.

She abruptly stood up from her chair, walked around the small coffee table in the middle, and strode quickly to Yuzuru Genichi. Under his slightly surprised gaze, Hermione reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck with trembling hands but unusually firm determination.

This movement requires her to slightly rise onto her tiptoes.

She tilted her head back, her brown eyes, once brimming with wisdom, now gleaming with a complex light. Then she closed her eyes and pressed her lips to Genichi Hanyu's.

It was a shy and brief kiss, carrying the softness and warmth unique to a young girl, as well as a hint of resolute determination.

Genichi Hanyu was clearly caught off guard by Hermione's sudden action, and his body stiffened for a moment.

But he quickly realized what was happening and frowned slightly.

Just as her lips were about to leave his, he reached out, not to embrace her, but to grab her wrist with a slightly forceful grip, pulling her arms away from his neck.

His voice regained its usual calmness, even carrying a hint of warning: "Don't lay a hand on me."

His grey eyes scrutinized the blushing, breathing girl before him, his tone calm yet unwavering: "Otherwise, I can't guarantee what I'll do to you."

This is not provocation, but a straightforward warning, reminding her to be mindful of boundaries and not to play with fire.

To his surprise, Hermione was not afraid or backed down. Instead, her face flushed even more because of her bold move and the feeling of him grabbing her wrist. But a sly look and a reckless courage flashed in her eyes.

She even chuckled lightly, replying with a hint of provocation, "You can do whatever you want."

This statement was so bold as to be almost outrageous, completely unlike what an eleven-year-old girl would say.

Upon hearing this, Genichi Hanyu's eyes instantly turned dangerous. He narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Hermione: "Do you know what you're saying?"

Hermione, however, seemed to have gone all out. Meeting Genichi Hanyu's scrutinizing gaze, she rolled her eyes speechlessly, her tone a mix of annoyance and self-deprecation: "That's just the age of this body! You know, I'm not some real eleven-year-old girl!"

The years her soul has endured are far longer and heavier than those of her tender body.

She paused, then, as if to add to her persuasiveness, or perhaps just to provoke her, she added a truly shocking statement, her face flushed with a mixture of shame and mischief: "And dare you say that you wouldn't find it even more exciting to have a mature soul like me with the appearance of an eleven-year-old girl?"

This statement is practically flirting with danger!

Upon hearing this, Gen Hanyu's expression instantly became extremely strange.

He stared at Hermione for several seconds, as if he were truly getting to know this girl who always seemed overly precocious and intelligent for the first time.

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As Yuu Genichi stared at Hermione's face, which was a mixture of provocation, shyness, and a hint of despair, he experienced a brief but intense internal struggle, a rare occurrence for him.

Her question, "Are you even more excited?" was like a spell, precisely striking at certain hidden and dangerous chords within him.

Undeniably, this taboo contrast does possess a distorted allure for someone like him who has long transcended worldly norms and pursues the ultimate experience.

However, after only a moment of hesitation, reason extinguished the spark that had just begun to ignite, like ice water.

He ultimately just rolled his eyes dramatically, released his grip on Hermione's wrist with an almost speechless expression, and even pushed her back a small step with a hint of disgust.

"Put away those dangerous thoughts of yours."

His tone returned to its usual coldness, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible annoyance.

“I don’t want ‘Sanqiqi’ to get into trouble for this reason, even if the trouble is insignificant to me.”

If he actually did as Hermione suggested, Genichi Hanyu had a premonition that he would be doomed.

This kind of "complete failure" does not refer to physical death or failure, but rather to violating some fundamental balance or taboo in the universe that even he cannot completely ignore.

Like an invisible law of cause and effect, playing with time and trampling on life and death may still be in a gray area, but crossing certain deeply rooted ethical bottom lines may bring about truly troublesome backlash.

This is not fear, but rather a form of avoidance based on high-dimensional intuition.

Even though Hermione's soul is that of a mature adult who has experienced many hardships, she is now, both physically and in appearance, a complete and innocent little girl.

The level of intimacy shown through kisses, hugs, and lifting someone up high might be vaguely defined as affection or comfort. But if Genichi Hanyu were to actually take that step and engage in what is known as pedophilia...

"What a ghost."

He cursed inwardly, feeling extremely uncomfortable with himself for having such a moral obsession, yet unable to force himself to go against it.

Hermione was already fully aware of this.

Her audacity in provoking him stemmed from her understanding of Genichi Hanyu's inexplicable persistence.

Seeing his expression—clearly tickled but forced to suppress it, resulting in a somewhat sullen and distorted look—Hermione couldn't help but reveal a sly smile, like a kitten that had just stolen some fish.

She knew she was perfectly safe.

The source of this sense of security is not Genichi Hanyu's kindness or benevolence, but rather his almost obsessive adherence to the boundaries he sets for himself.

This also made Hermes feel very strange.

In that utterly failed future, she and Genichi Hanyu had crossed paths while fighting a common enemy, which could even be described as a twisted comradeship, but they never had any intimate contact that crossed any boundaries.

However, this did not prevent Hermione from learning about some of Genichi Hanyu's little-known quirks and bottom lines through observation.

He has an extremely strong desire to collect and possess beautiful things, whether they are people or objects.

He appreciates intelligence, courage, and uniqueness, but he is also indifferent, selfish, and regards outsiders as worthless.

Yet this being, who seems to possess many villainous traits, has an almost rigid adherence to certain principles.

For example, we must resolutely avoid contact with minors.

In Hermione's view, this bottom line was completely out of step with Genichi Hanyu's overall character and full of contradictions.

Sometimes she couldn't help but complain to herself: Genichi Hanyu came from the cherry blossom country that is famous for playing with flowers, but what was the result?

He himself actually maintains these, well, what could be called traditional or conservative personality traits?

Is this reasonable?

As far as Hermione knew, the openness of the cherry blossoms in some aspects was enough to leave even the old fogies of the British wizarding world speechless.

Teacher-student relationships, age gaps, all sorts of strange and unusual play...

But when it comes to Genichi Hanyu, a very clear red line is drawn.

"Is it because the power is too great that it has begun to pursue some form of purity or order?"

Hermione couldn't help but wonder.

"Or is this actually some kind of abnormal obsession deep within him that he himself is unaware of, a kind of initial or pure obsession?"

The more she thought about it, the more amusing it became. Looking at Genichi Hanyu's frustrated yet helpless expression, her previous tension and fear had long been replaced by the pleasure of a successful prank.

She even felt that she might be able to use this to gain some unexpected initiative or protection for herself at some point in the future.

"Hey."

Hermione deliberately nudged the edge of Genichi Hanyu's shoe with her toe, a sly smile on her face.

"So, until this body reaches adulthood, can I stay safely by your side like this forever?"

She emphasized the word "safety," her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Genichi Hanyu gave her a cold glance, and he knew perfectly well that this little girl was deliberately making fun of him.

He snorted and replied in a hard tone, "You can try to test my patience. Although I won't touch you, I have plenty of ways to make you suffer."

That being said, the dangerous aura emanating from him had diminished considerably, giving him a more bluffing and weak appearance.

Upon hearing this, Hermione was not afraid at all; instead, her smile became even brighter.

She discovered that after her rebirth, this man who would strike fear into the hearts of countless enemies in the future was not entirely an uncommunicative and cold-hearted being.

Beneath his unfathomable power and indifferent exterior, there seems to be some interesting, even endearing, quirky side to him.

Of course, this cuteness is a dangerous game built on an absolute power gap and the other party's inexplicable bottom line.

"I know, I know, great Yuzuru-sama."

Hermione nodded obediently, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her.

"I will behave myself and try not to cause you any trouble before you come of age."

She deliberately emphasized the word "trouble," implying the dangerous temptation she had just experienced.

Yuzuru 2.0 Genichi was too lazy to argue with her anymore. He felt that he hadn't gotten much information from Hermione today, and instead had only caused himself a lot of inexplicable restlessness and frustration.

He turned around, his back to Hermione, and waved.

"Get ready, you'll be leaving this world soon."

After he finished speaking, his figure faded away and disappeared, as if staying for even a second longer would make him uncomfortable.

Watching Genichi Hanyu flee in disarray, Hermione finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. The laughter echoed in the empty reading room, carrying a sense of relief and a hint of relief after surviving a disaster.

Subtle emotional ripples that even she herself was unaware of.

The road ahead remains shrouded in mist, and the shadow of a formidable foe still looms over our hearts.

But at least at this moment, Hermione felt that perhaps this time, things would really be different.

This difference likely stems from that powerful, cold-hearted man who, in some ways, has a strange and persistent stubbornness.

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When Genichi Hanyu saw the sly and slightly provocative smile on Hermione's face, the strange feeling that had been stirred in his heart quickly cooled down, replaced by a trace of impatience.

He had no interest in staying here and being verbally manipulated by a little girl, especially when she was acting with impunity based on the bottom line he had set for herself.

This passivity made him feel subtly uncomfortable.

He quickly composed himself, reverting to his ever-present indifferent expression, and cut straight to the point, giving Hermione no room to maneuver.

"That's enough of the unnecessary nonsense."