Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

It was as if I were looking at a stranger.

She had imagined this scene would happen, and she had also considered how she would feel at that moment.

Perhaps when I see him again, I will still shamelessly approach him and ignore the sadness of the past.

Perhaps I would disdain him, ridicule him vehemently, and then drift away.

I also thought that I might be very calm.

Just like it is now.

There was no anger, no sadness, and no excitement.

It was simply that I noticed this person and became aware of his existence.

When I saw Aki Tomoya, I wasn't even as surprised as when I saw a strangely dressed stranger.

"Yeah."

Yukino Yukinoshita, who had been watching Eriri Sawamura's expression intently, withdrew her gaze and spoke calmly:

"Just decide for yourself."

There was a hint of joy in his words that he himself could hardly detect.

Of course, even if Yukino Yukinoshita realized it, she would only tell herself that she was happy that this idiot had finally gotten rid of another idiot, and that her long-term indoctrination of her ideas had not been in vain.

Well, let's just say that.

"I am back!"

At the Sawamura home, Eriri Sawamura casually threw her schoolbag onto the sofa and shouted.

Yukino Yukinoshita, who was behind her, carefully changed her shoes before following her in.

"Oh my, isn't this Yukino?"

With a snap, an exquisitely crafted folding fan was opened.

The hand holding the folding fan had fair skin, like solidified jade.

She waved her folding fan upwards, obscuring the lower half of Sawamura Sayuri's face, her wine-red pupils smiling as she looked at Yukino Yukinoshita.

"excuse me."

With a slight bow, Yukino Yukinoshita spoke very politely.

The elegance and grace of a well-bred lady emanate from her very naturally.

Although Yukino Yukinoshita disliked those clichéd and useless formalities, she still learned many necessary etiquettes at Lady Yukinoshita's request.

Over time, she naturally developed a unique temperament that befitted a lady from a prominent family.

However, most of the time it was covered by that cold temperament.

"Okay, okay, I won't bother you."

With a gentle wave of her folding fan, Sayuri Sawamura said with a smile.

The brightly colored kimono she wore did not look tacky at all; instead, it made her look as beautiful as a blooming flower.

Even though her daughter is already in high school, she still looks like a young girl in her early twenties.

The beauty of a young girl and the unique charm of a mature woman blend together beautifully in her without appearing conflicting.

"Your eyes look so strange."

Feeling Sayuri Sawamura's gaze sweeping back and forth between her and Yukino Yukinoshita, Eriri Sawamura said somewhat uncomfortably.

I don't know why, but I always feel like she's thinking about something strange.

"Really? Is it because you always draw unhealthy things, Eriri, that's why this happens?"

With a snap, Sayuri Sawamura closed her folding fan and asked, feigning ignorance and cuteness.

His innocent expression made it seem as if he had been wronged.

As a fujoshi (female fan of male-male romance), I still enjoy playing pranks on my daughter.

Sawamura Sayuri noticed the strangeness between the two of them early on.

This is not just a simple friendship.

"How dare you say that about me! Who's to blame for me becoming like this?!"

Like a bristling blonde cat, Eriri Sawamura screamed in frustration.

She is the wife of a diplomat and the heiress of the Sawamura family.

Sayuri Sawamura is not a conservative or outdated person; on the contrary, she is very willing to accept new things.

For example, otaku, doujinshi, and so on.

The words "pedantic and outdated" have absolutely nothing to do with her.

Ah no.

The words "outdated and antiquated" have nothing to do with her.

"Huh? So Eriri wasn't like this at first?"

"Who corrupted you? That's outrageous! Tell Mommy, and Mommy will teach her a lesson."

As if she had heard some very important news, Sayuri Sawamura placed her hand on Eriri Sawamura's shoulder with a serious expression and said.

If you didn't know better, she would look like a young mother ready to stand up for her bullied daughter.

"you........"

Eriri Sawamura was trembling with anger, her hands and feet were ice-cold despite the hot weather...

Sorry for the grammatical confusion.

"Alright, alright, you guys go play, I won't bother you anymore."

Like coaxing a child, Sayuri Sawamura said with a smile, gently turning Eriri Sawamura over to face Yukino Yukinoshita with the hands on Eriri Sawamura's shoulders, and then giving her a push.

"Ah!"*2

Caught off guard, Eriri Sawamura collapsed directly into Yukino Yukinoshita's arms.

At this moment, Eriri Sawamura could clearly smell the faint fragrance emanating from Yukino Yukinoshita.

When she came to her senses, Sayuri Sawamura had already disappeared.

"Let's go to the room first."

After remaining silent in that position for a few seconds, Eriri Sawamura stiffly left Yukino Yukinoshita's embrace.

Nodding, Yukino Yukinoshita followed Eriri Sawamura without saying a word.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that both of them have a faint blush on their faces.

"It's really good."

At the corner on the second floor, Sayuri Sawamura, who was secretly observing, nodded in satisfaction.

Then he turned around and called Mrs. Yukinoshita.

"Hey, is this Yukinoshita?"

Both being former heiresses, Mrs. Yukinoshita and Sayuri Sawamura actually have a pretty good relationship in private.

"what happened?"

"Yukino is staying with me, she's not going home tonight, hehe~"

Okay, now their relationship is not good.

Chapter 462 Let me see!

On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Yukinoshita stared into deep thought as the call was disconnected.

The incident happened so suddenly that she didn't know what to say for a moment.

She naturally knew that Yukino had recently become very close to that girl from the Sawamura family.

But suddenly she said she wasn't going home...

"never mind."

Shaking her head, Lady Yukinoshita tried to stop thinking about these things.

In the past, Yukino Yukinoshita always had a cold and aloof demeanor, and she had no human warmth whatsoever.

This is very bad news for the second daughter of a family.

Having a friend now is a good thing, I guess.

Maybe.

Our gaze returns to Eriri Sawamura's bedroom—

"This is your new studio?"

Looking at the easel in the corner, Yukino Yukinoshita cast a suspicious glance at Eriri Sawamura beside her, who seemed guilty.

The easel was in the studio on the second floor when she came last time. How come it's in the bedroom today?

Yukino Yukinoshita easily deduced that Eriri Sawamura must have only moved her easel over in the last two days.

The paint and brushes under the easel were clean.

Tsk...

After glancing at Eriri Sawamura, Yukino Yukinoshita said nothing.

Setting her schoolbag aside, Yukino Yukinoshita asked:

"So, what do I need to do next?"

She really mustered up a lot of courage to say those words.

It wouldn't be a big deal to say that at other times, since people wouldn't make such a big deal out of it.

But now she is facing an extremely talented doujinshi artist.

Yukino Yukinoshita swears on her meager conscience that this guy is definitely thinking things that are inappropriate for children.

"Well, please sit down first."

Turning her head, Eriri Sawamura spoke with her back to Yukino Yukinoshita.

What the hell is going on here?!

Eriri Sawamura screamed inwardly in frustration.

This inexplicable awkwardness left her unsure of what to say.

The two set up their easels in silence.

"Whoo~"

Sawamura Eriri let out a long breath and calmed down considerably.

Under Eriri Sawamura's direction, Yukino Yukinoshita sat on the edge of the bed and posed.

"Raise your hands a little higher, and mess up your hair a bit."

"You can look out the window, and you can look at the light."

"Pull open the neckline and lift up the skirt."

As they talked, the topic started to go astray.

Yukino Yukinoshita, who had subconsciously placed her hand on her collar, suddenly realized what was happening and glared at Eriri Sawamura with hostility.

The next second—

"Oh!"

"It hurts!"

Covering her head, Eriri Sawamura, who had just been whipped, looked resentfully at Yukino Yukinoshita.

There are even more exciting things out there, why get so excited?