Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

The handmade marks are very obvious.

Come to think of it, it's unlikely that Zouyin would go to a store to buy things.

These ribbons were probably purchased with the help of others at the research institute.

"Like it?"

The player asked somewhat nervously:

"I probably don't have much talent for handicrafts."

"I watched many tutorials online before I could barely manage to make it."

"The effect is not very good yet."

With his hands behind his back, two fingers fidgeted nervously.

Although I was already quite satisfied before, I was still very nervous at this moment.

"No, I love it."

Holding the small shrine in his hands, Yato pursed his lips tightly and spoke.

The trembling voice sounded as if it was suppressing something.

I don’t know if it was just my imagination, but Kanade thought I saw a glistening tear in Yato’s eye.

From a very young age, Yato had always longed to have his own shrine.

But this wish has never been fulfilled.

One reason is that Yato's fame is too low and no one worships him, let alone visits or helps build a shrine.

On the other hand, Yato himself is very poor at making money.

Often, the money you save up will quickly disappear in some inexplicable way.

In truth, Yato was always uneasy about the possibility of being forgotten and disappearing.

Although his unease lessened considerably after joining the organization, Yato, as a god, still hoped to have his own shrine.

Yato opened his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to say.

He never imagined that one day he would receive a gift from a magical artifact.

Just as Yato was lost in thought, a delicate little hand gently wiped away the tears from the corner of Yato's eyes.

"Yato, this expression really doesn't suit you."

"You look better when you smile normally."

Twitching Yato's lips, Kanon revealed a mischievous smile.

Yato looks hilarious right now.

"I see."

Speaking somewhat indistinctly, Yato slapped away Kanade's mischievous little hand.

Even he himself didn't realize that he held back most of his strength when he struck, patting him gently as if he were coaxing a child.

Rather than saying it was slapped away, it would be more accurate to say that Zouyin voluntarily withdrew her hand.

"Let's go, let's go back."

On the way back, Yato held the gift in his arms very carefully the whole time.

This was the best gift he had ever received, bar none.

"Once I've saved up enough wages, I can build a real shrine."

"That's something to look forward to!"

"By the way, Yato, you mentioned before that you still had things to do in your own world, right?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"If you have the chance, take me with you."

"Of course."

Looking at the small shrine in his arms, Yato lowered his eyelids slightly, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Turning our attention back to the other side, as agreed, Luo Zhen opened the dimensional wall after work, allowing Elena to go home and spend time with her parents.

He had originally planned to let Elena go by herself, but Elena dragged him over by force.

“Oh, it’s Luo Zhen.”

"Long time no see, Auntie."

Looking at Victorique's smile, which carried a strange undertone, Luo Zhen felt that he shouldn't have come here.

Luo Zhen glanced furtively at Elena's father, hoping to get some help.

Unfortunately, Elena's father, perhaps on his wife's instructions, ate the cake without saying a word the entire time.

For some reason, Luo Zhen always seemed to get along quite well with these male elders.

This includes Daiyu's father.

But they feel very helpless when facing these female elders.

"Irena has caused you a lot of trouble lately, hasn't she? Tell me, and I'll deal with her right away."

"Why is it based on the premise that I will cause trouble?"

Elena was in high spirits before going home, but soon after arriving home, she started arguing with her kind old mother.

".........No."

Luo Zhen, his eyes somewhat unfocused, responded.

Can he say that he hasn't been paying much attention to Elena lately?

I have this inexplicable feeling that I'm a little guilty.

Chapter 515 One of the Royal Knights: Omegamon

Not long after, Luo Zhen visited Elena's house again.

Compared to last time, Elena's home now has many more modern gadgets.

For example, some mass-produced handicrafts, some kitchen utensils, and some small toys that are not very useful but that Elena and Victorica like very much.

In this respect, the mother and daughter have always had a very similar aesthetic sense.

To prevent her kind old mother from ruthlessly taking away her favorite things, Elena made sure to buy two of everything.

"I'll put my things back in my room first."

Carrying her small suitcase, Elena left her elderly mother behind and went back to her room without looking back.

She had originally planned to have a good chat with her elderly mother about her recent experiences when she came back.

As soon as he got back, he was met with a barrage of questions from his mother, along with a barrage of disdain.

Please.

Students who are disliked when they go home for vacation at least stay at home for several days before being disliked.

She'd only been back a few minutes and she was already being criticized.

Hey, woman.

With her cheeks puffed out, Elena looked like an inflated pufferfish.

It looks cute, but actually...

She's still very cute (hehe~)

After watching Elena enter the room, Luo Zhen turned to look at Victorique.

"Auntie, I..."

He opened his mouth, just about to say something, when he felt Victoria's strange gaze.

'You're going to help, right?'

Luo Zhen seemed to see those words in Victorique's eyes.

After staring at Victorique for a few seconds, Luo Zhen finally looked away silently.

"please."

Silently getting up, Luo Zhen followed Elena into the room under Victorique's watchful gaze.

"How wonderful, youth!"

With her chin resting on her hand, Victorica's smile was full of gossip.

At her age, she prefers to read other people's gossip.

"Why did you get in?"

Just as Elena was about to close the door, she saw Luo Zhen, looking somewhat annoyed, walk in.

Without saying a word, Luo Zhen silently gave Elena a look.

"ok, I get it."

Covering her face, Elena seemed to understand something.

He opened the door to let Luo Zhen in, and a little magic gathered at his fingertips.

With a gentle wave, Irena set up anti-eavesdropping magic at the entrance to her bedroom.

Victorique in the living room raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and decided not to break the spell.

Just like many parents when faced with their child's locked diary.

The lock on the codebook is easy to open, but what about the lock on a child's heart?

Let's temporarily shift our attention away from these two people.

On an island in the Pacific Ocean—

"Ugh, this is so annoying!!!"

A white fluffy ball frantically ruffled its hair.

The hairstyle that a maid had carefully styled before I left home in the morning became a mess in just a few seconds.

On one side of the solid wood desk was Theresa's favorite HomU comic, but Theresa showed no intention of looking at it at all.

The comic cover features a stark contrast between Houmu's exaggerated smile and Theresa's worried expression.

"Why are there suddenly so many things happening?"

Recently, the number of unusual events has surged around the world, and most of them are related to Digimon.

Last night, Theresa was sleeping soundly when she was suddenly dragged off the bed by a heartless maid.

“That wretched Rita…”

The thought of a certain maid immediately filled Theresa's face with resentment.

One day, she would definitely make that unscrupulous maid pay double for what she had done to her.

"What's wrong, President Theresa?"

A calm voice sounded behind Theresa.

A certain unscrupulous maid just quietly watched Theresa.

"Wow!"

Theresa was so startled that she almost jumped off her chair.

After regaining his senses, he glared at Rita through gritted teeth.

When he saw the pile of documents in Rita's hand, his expression immediately turned extremely pained.

“Rita........”

"You can't rest yet, President Theresa."