Villain: God-level comprehension, forbidden emperor's son at the beginning

The first day of shopping ended, and they had a pleasant return trip. The department store gave them a door-to-door delivery service - delivered by truck! This made them the brightest ones in the crowd. Very eye-catching! But Nioh was very calm. He was already a king, and he was still afraid of this little scene, but only after he got home. "I heard that you went to the department store to buy things today and bought a whole truck?" This was Fushimi Saruhiko's slightly funny tone. He was about to die of laughter. Who would have thought that such a scene would be captured in the surveillance. "Nioh, have you had nothing to eat recently? You are so pitiful that you have to stock up so much goods?" This impolite voice was obviously from Hatta Misaki! Directly ignoring these two positive voice prompts, Nioh calmly entered the second wave of purchases.

The trouble of having too many people at home, how can such a small amount of things support the entire Ningbo?

In the Hyotei team.

All kinds of things flashed through Atobe Keigo's mind.

"Atobe, what are you thinking about, so focused?"

"I'm wondering what level of people are behind Nioh? What's the situation?"

"What does this have to do with us?" Oshiro asked.

"Don't you think the people behind him are very weird? They are all so handsome, not ordinary people at all!"

And that kind of eyes, eyes with Nioh as the core. It seems that no matter how many things happen in the world, they will not let them look away.

Atobe's eyes dimmed, "... This kind of eyes is not normal at all!"

"I think it's normal, isn't it just the eyes of family members looking at the younger generation?" Oshiro Yuushi, who is the most sensitive to emotions, said this, and Atobe frowned.

Is he really too sensitive? But it feels a bit strange...

That group of people is not only of better color, he also feels another breath from them, just like the bodyguards at home.

Bodyguards who protect lives!

Is this also an illusion?

Niou does not know what Atobe guessed, nor does he care. He only knows two words now - [New Year! ]

Everyone in Honmaru is too excited.

Something that makes them even more "excited" suddenly appeared one day.

The cause is - a courier from a foreign country!

On this day, Yamato-no-mori Yasunari, who went out to help his lord pick up a courier, looked at the language that was obviously unfamiliar, and couldn't tell who the package was sent to.

Although their Honmaru is isolated from the world, since they are active in the real world, they will inevitably meet some friends... With so many people, it is normal to have a few foreign friends, but this language is too weird!

So... who is this one for?

Without knowing why, he gave the package to the head of Honmaru, Sozo Sawamonji. As the sword of the king, he also takes into account the ability of erudition. Especially after Honmaru joined the present world.

When they knew that there were more than 200 countries in this world, Sozo Sawamonji and other learned swords took a deep breath and began to study in batches. At that time, Nioh was only six years old. Everyone was raising a child for the first time and was determined to raise the lord to the best.

Being knowledgeable in two languages ​​is a basic requirement, and multilingualism is the top priority!

It must be learned!

So~ Sozo Sawamonji really knows it!

Therefore, he could tell at a glance that this niche language from a certain stupid country, saw the name, and saw the sender.

——Phoenix of Byodoin!

Where did this person suddenly appear from? Doesn't he like to travel around the world? If he wants to travel around the world, then travel around the world. Why should he send things to their lord?

Yamato-no-kami Yasunari looked stupidly at the knife that suddenly shone coldly and was about to condense into a substantial knife.

"Souza-dono, what's wrong with you?"

"I just think this package is a bit annoying. It should be sent to the wrong place. It's not our Honmaru. You threw it away--" Souza Sahmonji said with a dark aura all over his body.

"Souza-dono, are you sure you want to do this?" Yamato-mori Yasutsuji's eyes were erratic.

This is a package sent to the Honmaru of the Government of Time. It is generally not sent to the wrong place.

"It's okay-I said it was sent to the wrong place, so it was sent to the wrong place!"

The pink-haired man glanced at him forcefully, and the sharp eyes at that moment scared Yamato-mori Yasutsuji.

The blue-clothed boy wanted to say something, but a figure in a red kimono suddenly appeared behind him and slapped his mouth, covering his mouth tightly.

Then the boy smiled and apologized to Souza Sahmonji, "Souza-dono, I'm sorry, Yasutsuji

He didn't eat this morning, a little silly!"

"I~ um~ no~ um!"

He used his hands again to cover the boy's mouth tightly, making sure that no sound came out, and then California Kiyomitsu breathed a sigh of relief.

My friend doesn't know how to choose the right time at all~ Didn't you see that Lord Souzo was so unhappy!!

He grabbed Yamatomori Yasutsu with one hand and picked up the package with the other hand, and quickly disappeared in front of Souzo Sawamonji, "I'll go throw the package away now!"

Promise not to appear in front of anyone~

...

"Kiyomitsu, why do we have to throw the package away?" Yamatomori Yasutsu was a well-behaved and obedient boy who didn't understand the twists and turns here. But his friend California Kiyomitsu was an extremely smart child.

He glanced at his rose-red nails, and remembered the tenderness of the lord when he handed him the nail polish. The boy's eyes lit up a little, "Look at Lord Souzo's expression, and you'll know who sent it! ”

“Ah, you know~” Yamatomori Yasutsu said in surprise.

“Of course, the lord has so many friends! When does Lord Souzo have this expression! Only when he meets that person——the person who makes every sword in our Honmaru hate him to the core...”

“…It turned out to be him!” Yamatomori Yasutsu understood immediately.

The boy’s originally guilty eyes suddenly became complicated, “Then what should I do with this package?”

Based on the principle of being a sword, he really doesn’t like this man. But…

That’s the lord’s predecessor, and the lord doesn’t seem to hate that person. He even went on a trip with him. Do I really have to go against the lord’s preferences?

“Ah…Why do I need to know so much, wouldn’t it be better to just throw it away?”

Yamatomori Yasutsu scratched his head.

“Kiyomitsu, what do you think we should do?”

The struggle between the lord and his own will.

“What should I do? The more I think about it, the more tangled I feel..."

Kukai Kiyomitsu shook his head. He didn't know what to do about this kind of thing. "I can only say that I asked you to take the initiative today and pick up the package yourself?"

"Can't you help me think of a solution? Help me make a choice!!!" The blue-clothed boy shook his companion's shoulder angrily. How could he stand by and watch him die at this time!

"You can either roll the dice or count the petals. Anyway, you have to make your own choice..."Kukai Kiyomitsu didn't want to be hated by the lord. In fact...

"It's okay to give it to the lord! We just pretend we don't know!"

"But I don't like that person either..." They knew how serious the injury of the King was last time. He had been lying at home for a few days.

As the lord's sword, who can forget that incident?

The flowers were finally picked.

Yamato-no-mori sat there counting petals peacefully-

"Give!"

"Don't give-"

"Give-"

"Don't give!"

The final result-give!