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Akifumi Nakui's mouth twitched as she watched her husband playing around like some wannabe chuunibyou.
With an exaggerated sigh and a roll of her eyes, she strode up behind him and delivered a sharp smack to his back.
"Ouch!" Akifumi Ye yelped, clutching his head in mock agony as he spun around to face her. "W-What was that for, honey?!"
Nakui crossed her arms and arched a brow.
"What are you even saying? 'That's my kid, sharp as ever!'" she mimicked, pitching her voice in a ridiculous impression of him.
"Mugiho, don't just stand there—come inside," she said gently, wrapping an arm around their son's shoulders. Her tone softened, laced with concern as she frowned. "You've gotten thinner… are you eating properly?"
"Y-Yes, Mom. Don't worry," Mugiho stammered, scratching his cheek nervously.
Nakui pouted, puffing her cheeks like a petulant child. "This is because you've been staying up late again, isn't it? Your work is important, but you need proper sleep!"
Hearing his mother's concern warmed Mugiho's heart.
"Don't worry, Mom. I do sleep eight hours most of the time," he reassured her.
Nakui's expression brightened instantly.
"Well, that's wonderful!" she chirped, clasping her hands together. Then, with a sweet, almost too innocent smile, she added, "Oh, and Yor also told me a very interesting story about those… girls."
Mugiho's smile froze when he heard this.
The way his mother emphasized the word girls sent a chill down his spine.
Yor told her everything about Eriri and Mahiru. And now, staring at his mother's saccharine smile, he felt goosebumps prickle his skin.
This conversation was not going to be pleasant.
He had always planned to break the news to his parents with Mahiru and Eriri present—that way, it would go smoother.
'Damn it! Why did they come back now, when neither of them is here?!'
'Did they plan this?!'
Before he could stammer out an excuse to delay the inevitable, His mother seized his arm and tugged him toward the house.
"Oh my, you're looking pale! You must be thirsty. Come, let's get you something to drink," she cooed, her voice dripping with false sweetness.
Then, leaning in close, she whispered in a tone so eerily calm it sent shivers down his spine:
"Mom is a fan of romance story, so I can't wait to heard about what you've been doing with those lovely young ladies, okay?"
"A-Ahahaha…" Mugiho's laugh came out strained, his voice cracking.
'Scary! Mom, you're terrifying right now! Eriri! Mahiru! Someone—anyone—save me!'
Nakui turned to Yor with a serene smile. "Yor-san, would you mind helping me in the kitchen?"
"Y-Yes, ma'am!" Yor darted off, her movements swift and obedient.
As the group disappeared inside, Akifumi Ye stood forgotten outside, staring at their retreating backs.
…Did my wife just abandon me?
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Mugiho and his father sat in the living room, waiting for his mother and Yor to return.
His dad slumped on the couch, pouting like a petulant child after being ignored by his wife. Meanwhile, Mugiho fidgeted nervously, as if awaiting judgment day.
He grabbed his phone from his pocket and sent an S.O.S. to Eriri:
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"My parents are here… HELP."
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The reply from Eriri came instantly, sharp and merciless:
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Sawamura Spencer Eriri:
"Hmph! Weren't you the one who puffed out his chest and said, 'Don't worry—I'll take responsibility' like some big shot?"
"And now you've got the nerve to beg for help when you haven't even explained a single thing to MY parents yet?!"
"Serves you right, idiot! Handle it yourself!"
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"This cheeky girl… I'll remember this…"
Mugiho let out a quiet sigh, his gentle gaze lingering on the screen as his fingers hesitated above the keyboard.
Frustration simmered beneath his calm exterior, but he simply leaned back in his chair, running a hand slowly through his hair as if trying to ease the tension away.
"...Looks like I have no choice," he murmured softly to himself.
With a quiet click, he switched tabs, opening what felt like his last lifeline—Mahiru.
But he got slapped by another message from Eriri
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Shiina Mahiru:
"Ahahaha~ You thought you could summon Mahiru for backup? Too bad! Mahiru and Mashiro are with me until dinner. Looks like you're all alone today. Good luck surviving, dummy! 💀"
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"…Ahahaha…" Mugiho let out a hollow laugh before collapsing onto the sofa, exhaling a long, weary sigh.
As much as he wanted to complain, he couldn't argue with Eriri's words.
He had promised to take responsibility for both of them. His plan was to wait until after they all graduated college, gather both families, and carefully reveal the truth then.
But now—thanks to Eriri's merciless scolding—he realized that timeline might need to change.
Mahiru's parents probably wouldn't care… not after the way they've treated her.
But Eriri's parents…
The image of Eriri's father—Mr. Spencer, the sharp-eyed English diplomat—flashed in his mind.
A cold shiver ran down his spine.
'…Maybe I should invest in a bulletproof vest before that meeting.'
Just as that thought crossed his mind, a loud commotion erupted from the kitchen.
"Yor, you don't need to turn the fire that high!"
"I—I'm sorry!" Yor immediately reached to adjust the flame but accidentally knocked over a glass.
'CRASH!'
"Aaaaah, I—I'm sorry!" Yor's panicked voice echoed.
"It's okay, Yor! Don't touch the shards—just grab a broom and some newspaper!" Nakui's concerned shout followed.
Hearing the chaos, Akifumi Ye finally snapped out of his sulking and chuckled.
"So Yor's still as clumsy as ever, huh? I thought sending her here to be your bodyguard and live alone would make her more independent."
Mugiho scratched the back of his head. "Well… she's still learning."
He couldn't exactly say that ever since Yor arrived, she'd been coming over for dinner every night, attempting (and failing spectacularly) to help cook.
After she nearly poisoned Mashiro, Mahiru had permanently banned her from the kitchen.
'In terms of cooking, she's got a zero talent like that certain Shougun. But if we're talking about turning groceries into lethal weapons…Nobody stands a chance against her.'
At this point, it wasn't even about skill—it was as if Yor was cursed. Even someone like Eriri could manage instant ramen, yet Yor somehow couldn't.
Shaking his head, Mugiho turned back to his father.
"Dad… so you're the one who sent Yor here?"
"Why do I even need a bodyguard?"
"Are you secretly part of the Yakuza family or something?"
Even though he already knew about Yor background, it still made him question was everything he thought he knew even accurate?
Hearing that question, His father let out a heavy sigh. "Well, it would be simpler if our family were just part of the Yakuza Family. But unfortunately... it's not that straightforward."
"If you want to understand, we have to go back to the beginning—right after the end of World War II. Japan was under Allied occupation, led by the United States. Officially, it was a time of political, economic, and social reforms meant to rebuild the nation."
"That's what the history books teach, isn't it?"
"Yes." Mugiho said.
"Most of it is true… but the reality wasn't so clean. After the bomb that drop in Nagasaki and Hiroshima, Japan was in chaos—panic everywhere, people fending for themselves, morale shattered."
Civil war erupted between families, as rival factions clashed to seize whatever resources they could from one another."
"With the emperor dismantling the military under the watch of the Allied Occupation, chaos consumed the land. the emperor's forces strained to defend the borders from foreign invaders ,causing no one remained to keep order."
"Countless lives were lost. Orphanages overflowed. Resources dwindled to nothing, leaving desperate souls with nowhere to turn—our clan among them."
Before continuing, Mugiho's father reached into his pocket and retrieved a small bronze owl pendant.
"You've seen this on the news before, haven't you?" Akifumi ye said as he shown the pendant on his hand.
Mugiho's eyes widened the moment he recognized it.
"Alan Institute…?"
Before regaining his memories, his past self had been a total otaku—someone who never cared about news reports or even picked up a newspaper.
Even after recovering those memories, he still rarely paid attention to the news. At best, he'd catch the occasional weather report—and that was it.
The only reason he even recognized the name "Alan Institute" was because of a certain anime from his previous life: Lycoris Recoil.
"Yes," his father said quietly. "Under the watchful eyes of the Allied occupation, the Fujiwara clan proposed the institute's creation to the Emperor."
"As a result, the Allied Occupation agreed, and the Alan Institution was established. Though led by the Emperor and the Fujiwara clan.
"The institute manage the support from the Allied nations after World War II whether it's financial aid, economic assistance."
"They also started gathering orphans and displaced civilians—providing them with shelter and education. Their efforts played a crucial role in helping Japan rebuild and transition into a democratic nation."