Volume 6 Chapter 76 Beautiful Boy Of The Shirakaba Forest
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The soft clang-clang of a cowbell rang faintly in the breeze.
Even though it's worn by goats… why is it still called a cowbell?
Bathed in the deep red light of sunset, the mountain meadow stretched wide. A young man chased a few goats across the grass as he returned from the field.
The scene looked like a painting—but the fact that the boy was wearing a tracksuit made it feel a bit off. Still, for a modern-day shepherd, maybe this kind of life made sense.
He was about my age. His face was too good-looking, almost annoyingly so. I couldn't help but feel a little small just looking at him.
That had to be Fubuki, Ms. Shirakaba's younger brother. He looked just like her… or rather, like her dressed up as a man.
I tried to speak to him, but he just gave a small nod and passed by without a word.
Guess he was busy getting the goats back into the shed. Can't be helped.
Even though I've never looked after goats, I thought I might help out.
It's a good excuse to talk. Doesn't matter if I mess it up.
"Can I help with anything?" I asked.
Fubuki turned around, face sour, like I'd stepped on his nerves.
"I'll say thanks, but it'll just make more work. So I'd rather you didn't," he said flatly.
Ah… that gloomy face just stabbed right into my heart.
Is this what they mean by a guy falling for another guy?
No doubt about it—his charm stat is way too high.
"I don't know much about goats," I said, lifting my chin a little. "But if it's muscle work, I've got that part covered."
"Oh yeah?" he said, raising a brow. "It stinks, it's gross. You still okay with that?"
"Should be fine," I nodded.
I'd taken care of horses before. Compared to human waste, herbivore waste wasn't that bad.
"Ugh… It reeks!" I groaned the moment we entered the livestock shed.
The smell was way worse than I expected. Do goats always smell this bad?
"Guess so. Want to quit?" Fubuki asked with a smirk.
"No, I was just surprised," I said, fanning my nose. "Smells worse than horses."
"I see. So you've worked on a farm? In Hokkaido? I heard horses are real smart," he asked, suddenly leaning in with interest, his eyes bright.
Does he like horses? His whole vibe softened as he spoke, and I saw his age more clearly now. His looks just made his strength stand out even more.
If I were a girl, maybe I'd have fainted on the spot.
"Well… depends on the horse, but yeah," I answered. "They're clever animals."
That kicked off a whole talk about animals, and the mood slowly warmed up between us.
* * *
"Male goats are best admired from a distance," Fubuki said lightly, like reading a poem. "In the end, they turn into something tasty."
His words echoed like an old-school verse from the Muromachi days. Kind of messed up, but with that face, anything sounded cool.
"Are male goats really tasty?" I asked, blinking.
"Sorry, that was a lie," he said with a dry smile. "They stink, they're tough… Just a nightmare."
"Well, depending on how you cook it, maybe it can turn out decent," I said, thinking aloud.
Meats with strong smells could turn addictive when paired right with spices. As for the toughness… there were ways to deal with it.
"Like slicing it thin, removing the sinew, soaking it in ginger soy sauce and grilling it," I said. "Or steaming it with leeks and sake…"
"You cook?" he asked, tilting his head. "That's cool. Teach me sometime."
"If I get the chance, sure," I said, scratching my cheek.
Teaching my brother-in-law how to cook… not a bad idea.
But would I even have the time for that?
* * *
Behind the pension, in a sunken patch of earth, we dug a hole to bury dirty straw and food scraps.
It was gross, smelly work. Not fun, but someone had to do it. Fubuki handled it like a pro.
"Honestly, I'd rather use a machine to dig a big pit and do it all at once each week," he muttered. "But this is a hospitality place. Gotta keep up appearances."
"Yeah, makes sense," I replied, glancing around.
A few thin Shirakaba trees stood nearby. Not enough to call a forest, but it gave that highland feel.
"I don't get why people love these trees," he said, wiping sweat from his brow. "Just white bark. My sister loved them too…"
"I think that's good taste," I said with a nod.
"Really? Shirakaba in the highlands is kinda cliché, don't you think?"
We kept chatting about random stuff while finishing the job.
It seemed like Fubuki handled six goats and did odd chores around the place.
He probably graduated from the local high school just this spring. Might be a bit older than me.
I heard Mr. Joji and the others once raised cows, hoping to make their own cheese and butter.
But it didn't go well. Running a pension and doing that on the side was too much.
Now they were trying goats instead, but it seemed like all the hard work had fallen on Fubuki.
I asked casually about Ms. Shirakaba.
To him, Ms. Yukina was "studying abroad." Probably what Mr. Joji told him.
Should I tell him the truth?
No… it'd be like peeling off a scab that was just starting to heal.
When I get back, I'll let her know her family's holding up.
If the interworld trade goes well, letters might be possible. Maybe even tell her parents about the marriage through that.
* * *
By the time we got back to the pension, the sky had darkened, and a gas lamp by the door glowed warmly.
"I'll get dinner ready. Please wait in the dining room," said Shirakaba's Papa, leading the way.
So I was the only guest tonight, huh? I wondered what kind of food they'd serve.
In the kitchen, I saw Fubuki helping out Shirakaba Mama.
The family seemed close, and honestly, that was the most important thing.
"This is pumpkin cream soup," said Shirakaba's Papa, setting the bowl in front of me.
A full-course meal? For a guesthouse?
"How is it?" he asked.
"It's really good," I answered. "But…"
I knew this taste. It was from a high-end hotel-brand canned soup. My dad got it as a gift one year.
It was tasty—but not cheap. My mom said she'd never buy it on her own.
If they were using this for guests, the cost must be tight. Maybe they had some special supply route?
The appetizers were also clearly canned or pre-made.
Frozen steak. Store-bought potato salad. Canned asparagus. The dessert was brand-name ice cream.
The steak was overcooked… but the sauce was nice. Also canned.
Honestly, this lineup made sense. They weren't pro chefs. Using quality canned stuff might even be their concept.
But still… it made me worry about their budget.
Good canned food isn't cheap. Could they keep this up?
I wanted to give helpful advice, but all I could really do was show Fubuki how to cook cheaper meat well.
Even super-smelly goat meat might get trendy if you served it right.
Still, I wasn't sure about this pension's future.
It wasn't on any tourist route, and there weren't even any attractions nearby.
Were they really counting on that sad Alps Girl statue to pull in visitors?
That was… wildly optimistic.
The answer was simple.
If Mr. Joji just gave up and left the business, things might get better.
But if he was the kind of person who listened to others, he would've quit long ago.
* * *
"How was our pension's signature dinner?" asked Mr. Joji after the meal, handing me a laminated menu. "We call it the Chef's Whimsical Mountain Delicacies Special."
Hard to respond after already eating it.
They were doing their best. But like this, I didn't think anyone would come back.
The bath Fubuki showed me was just a regular one.
He let me use it alone, though. There was a skylight, and I could see the stars.
Honestly, if the Niimi family had just been rich people playing around with a vacation home pension… that'd be fine.
But no, Mr. Joji was the same kind as my uncle. The reckless type.
It was a relief that Fubuki was old enough to live on his own.
Hopefully, he didn't have any little siblings to worry about.
I came all the way here, but I think I'll just head back tomorrow.
Sorry, Ms. Shirakaba. I couldn't do anything.
* * *
"Hey! What did you take from my daughter?" Kamitake shouted, bursting through the doorway.
I was just about to crawl into bed when trouble came crashing in like a sudden storm. Kamitake stood there, face slick with sweat, yelling like this was some kind of drama. He was looking straight at me, no doubt in his mind who the enemy was. But I had no clue what this was about.
Ms. Yukie clutched her chest, panic all over her face, while Fubuki narrowed his eyes at Kamitake like he was something rotten left out in the sun.
As for me—well, not much of a problem. Even if something kicks off, this is still Japan. After the stuff I've been through in another world, this feels like playing on easy mode. It's not like my life's on the line here.
"Kamitake! What do you want barging in at this hour?" Mr. Joji, the man I call Shirakaba's Papa, asked, standing tall like a boss stepping in to handle a rowdy worker.
I still don't really get how everyone's tied together, but Joji's tone said he was above Kamitake in more ways than one.
"This guy tricked Rina into giving him a lamp we weren't even selling!" Kamitake yelled, pointing a finger at me like I was a thief. "It's Admiral Nelson's lamp! A real national treasure!"
Ah, so that's what this is about. Now it makes sense.
That woman selling lamps earlier—she must've been Kamitake's daughter. He probably thought the old lamp I bought was worth a fortune. So now he's come running to take it back. All because he got the wrong idea.
"Nelson's lamp is just a name for these kinds of boat-style lamps," I said, keeping calm as I talked. "It's not really from Admiral Nelson. This one's stamped from India. Made in 2015. Admiral Nelson died back in 1805, so yeah—doesn't add up."
"What do you know, kid?" Kamitake snapped, still fuming.
He clearly wasn't going to listen, so I took off the burner part and held it up.
"See here? It's stamped right on the metal. These are still made in factories over in India. If you want it that badly, I'll give it back—but I expect you to pay me back what I paid."
"No… I don't have that kind of money…" Kamitake muttered, his shoulders drooping like air had leaked out of him. "So you're saying I got stuck with a fake? That's fraud… right?"
He'd been huffing like a train engine before, but now he looked like a flat balloon. No money? A grown man without even a bit saved up? Wait—what about the money I gave his daughter?
Well, whatever. While we're at it, I might as well explain some more about the lamp.
"It looks old because they used fake aging tricks. But look at the weld marks here. And the screws? They're all ISO standard. There's no way this thing's antique."
They probably used chemicals to make the brass look older. Someone must've spun a story about it being rare, and Kamitake swallowed it whole. He's a fool, sure, but at this point I'm starting to feel bad for the guy. With how worked up he is, I can sort of understand why he came crashing in like that.
"How much did they rip you off for, Kamitake?" Mr. Joji asked, his voice heavy.
I felt a chill go down my spine. This was headed somewhere bad.
"Two million…" Kamitake mumbled, barely looking up.
"Wait—is that the money I loaned you just a few days ago?" Joji asked, tone sharpening like a blade being drawn.
"I was gonna double it and return it! But you're the one who told me to take a chance, remember? If you hadn't lent me money, I wouldn't have gotten scammed!"
Hopeless. They're both hopeless.
If they were strangers, I'd laugh it off. But Joji is Ms. Shirakaba's real father. That makes him family—at least to me. And when it comes to family, I can't pretend none of this matters.
It's easy to throw money at a problem. But if you give it to people like this, it just keeps the mess going. Might even make it worse.
"I'm finished! Please, God, Buddha, Sir Niimi, anyone! Just lend me two million more!" Kamitake wailed, throwing his hands up.
"We can't help anymore," Joji said, voice flat. "We're out of money too."
"Some friend you are! A real man would even pawn his wife to help a buddy!" Kamitake shouted.
"How dare you!" Yukie snapped, her voice sharp as glass.
Looks like she finally had enough.
Kamitake had been chasing after Ms. Yukie for a while now, but clearly the feeling wasn't mutual.
"Hey, big bro. You were sweet on my daughter, yeah? Even thirty or twenty thousand yen would help right now. Give me two million, and maybe I'll let her marry you," Kamitake said, grinning like he was making a deal on groceries.
What the hell? Now he's trying to sell off his own daughter?
That's sick. Does a guy like this really exist, even in another world? I guess trash shows up everywhere.
"How about you use this mountain as collateral instead of Rina?" Fubuki said from the corner, calm but cold.
Huh, I forgot. This whole place used to be Kamitake's land.
I don't know why a man with so much land is broke, but maybe there's a way out in all this. I don't know how much the land is worth, but as a piece of property, it could be something.
There's weak mana flowing through the ground here. Not much, but enough. A place like this could hold a good magic circle. With a large enough spot, you can do plenty. Might be worth keeping.
"Kids shouldn't stick their nose in adult matters!" Kamitake snapped at Fubuki.
That reaction… felt off.
His weird tension set off alarms in my head. My scam sense was tingling.
"He's trying to pull off illegal occupation. Using the years he's stayed to claim ownership…"
It's called adverse possession, right? If you stay on land long enough—ten or twenty years or so—you might be able to claim it as yours. Unless the real owner files something before the limit runs out.
"Shut up! The time's passed already! The land is mine!" Kamitake barked.
I wasn't even being serious. Just testing the waters. But that hit a nerve.
Was that weird theme park he ran just a cover to keep the land? Maybe losing money on it was all part of the act?
"You're lying," I said, staring him straight in the eyes. "I can see right through you."
I don't know the exact laws. But I've learned to tell when someone's bluffing.
"Damn you! How dare you laugh at me! You better remember this!" Kamitake yelled, throwing out a mocking line before turning and running off.
The villain's face twisted into something between crying and screaming. His long plan had crumbled like dust. That kind of loss must've hurt deep.
"Who… are you?" Mr. Joji asked, his voice shaking as he stared at me with uneasy eyes.
He still didn't fully get what was going on. The Niimi family wasn't part of this—they were dragged in or maybe used by someone else.
What should I do now? The couple looked lost, frozen by this crazy situation. Maybe it was time to tell them the truth—that I came back from another world.
But there was no time to be calm.
Beep! Radar Scan flashed red. Something strange had popped up.
"Hey! This is bad!" I shouted, turning fast toward the road.
A beat-up 4WD was racing up the mountain. Ms. Yukie recognized it from the lights before it even got close.
Inside were three men—Kamitake, an old guy from that shack, and a young stranger. All three had hunting rifles.
They were coming in fast. Their strength looked real, but their eyes were wild.
"Outta the way!!" the old man shouted, his voice loud like thunder.
He looked the most dangerous of them. Kamitake grinned as he pointed his gun right at us, and the young guy laughed like a maniac. Maybe they acted like this because they lived together too long, or maybe it ran in their blood.
Truth is, holding a weapon changes people. If you're not used to it, the power tricks your brain. You start thinking you're stronger than you are—and that leads to stupid choices.
Swords can twist people, but guns do it worse. Kamitake and the others looked drunk on the power of their weapons.
Hard to believe they had legal gun permits… No, wait. Those guns didn't look official. The parts looked clumsy. Were they homemade?
"Just a little longer and the time limit's up! I'm not leaving here alive!" the old man barked, still empty-handed, but with a look sharp enough to cut.
"You can't seriously be doing this. It's a crime," Mr. Joji said, though his legs were shaking.
Still… he stepped forward. Maybe he wanted to shield his family. If so, he deserved respect.
"Niimi, you've always acted so proud. Like you're better than me!" Kamitake growled, lifting his gun higher. "Let's end this and see who's on top."
So this was about pride? Maybe Kamitake had a thing against Mr. Joji's looks. But come on—looks don't show a person's real worth.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt Aunt Yukie," Kamitake added, grinning in a way that made my skin crawl. "I'll just swap her out for Yukina. I'll treat her nice."
So this was the man Ms. Shirakaba bit. No guilt. No shame. Just evil.
"You idiot!" the old man yelled. "Yukie's mine! As for the rest, let's just say they got lost in the woods."
"One at a time, boys," Kamitake said, chuckling. "If you don't kill more than one, you won't get the death sentence."
Were they really saying that like it was some clever trick? Like we weren't standing right here?
In Japan, trials follow older cases. Usually, you don't get the death penalty unless you kill more than one person. That's the unspoken rule. Two lives weigh more than one killer.
If criminals figure that out, killing becomes like a gamble. That's terrifying.
Is this land really worth all that? No… villains don't always think about profit. Sometimes they just snap.
Dying because someone's angry—that's the worst way to go.
Guns… they're scary. I need to make sure they don't fire.
What if I clogged the barrels with something? Like that fast-drying glue in my uncle's toolbox. It hardens in three minutes.
I moved my invisible hand, mixing the epoxy and pushing it deep into each muzzle.
Can I buy myself three minutes?
"The police are on their way," I said calmly. "If you're already caught, don't make things worse."
At the word police, Kamitake and his son froze, but the old man's face turned red like a flame.
If you're scared of the police, you shouldn't be breaking laws. They weren't ready for this.
"The phone line's down! I cut it at the bottom of the mountain!" the old man shouted, proud of his move.
Smart. He might be the real leader. Did he have experience?
"But my phone's different," I said, holding up a thick satellite phone. "It works off satellites. Doesn't matter if there's no signal."
It was my uncle's—completely broken now—but they didn't need to know that.
"I've never seen a phone like that! You're lying!" Kamitake's son said, looking confused.
That's why dumb criminals were trouble. They had no clue. Most normal folks never use sat-phones. I always thought they were for businessmen or secret agents.
But the old man… he knew. He pointed at the phone, his bony hand shaking.
"You… who the hell are you?" he asked, voice cracked and thick with accent.
His words were rough, but I understood. Must be a skill helping me pick it up.
"Who am I?" I said with a small smile. "I don't tell my name to bad guys. But how about this—what if I said I came from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police?"
I said it like one of those cool high school detectives.
Technically, Tokyo HQ is in Kasumigaseki. That's the direction of my home. So I wasn't lying.
Let's see if my fraud skill, maxed out, could beat them.
The old man stared hard. His eyes had power. But in a fight of spirit, I wouldn't lose.
They say the eyes show the soul. Maybe he couldn't read my mind, but he could feel my confidence.
Losers don't pick fights they can't win.
"This is just a toy gun," the old man said quickly. "We were joking. Just a prank. You should go home."
"Huh? For real, Grandpa? We're not doing it?" Kamitake's son asked, blinking.
"Yeah, yeah. It's like Halloween, you know?" the old man laughed nervously. "No way I'd shoot my best buddy Niimi."
The three of them jumped into their car and sped away.
Their timing was almost perfect. Still… I should've taken care of that dumb son who hurt Ms. Shirakaba.
* * *
"Um… were you really from the police?" Mr. Joji asked, voice small.
"It's like when someone says they're from the fire station to sell fire gear," I replied, brushing it off.
Fuubuki got it. He was sharper than his dad.
"So you didn't call the cops?" he asked.
"Nope. Just wanted to scare them off," I said with a shrug.
"No way…" Ms. Yukie whispered, her hands shaking. "If they find out, they'll come for me for real."
She was shaking all over. Not like Ms. Shirakaba, who stood strong—Ms. Yukie looked truly scared.
If it were Ms. Yukina, even with fear tightening her chest, she'd still try to hold on. In this world, just being scared doesn't change anything.
"When it happens, we'll fight together," I said, clenching my fists. "It's three against three, so it's fair."
As long as we grab their guns, we can handle even three on one. But this fight belongs to Mr. Joji. It's not my place to take over.
Did I start this whole mess? Just pulling back the curtain on a scam ended up becoming something real.
"Fight? Are you serious?" Mr. Joji snapped, his voice rising. "They've got guns! This isn't some little game!"
Ah… he's afraid. Guns are terrifying. And that fear—it deserves to be understood.
"Are you just going to let yourself be killed without a fight?" I asked, keeping my voice steady.
"Kamitake is my best friend," Mr. Joji replied, almost pleading. "If I talk to him, he'll get it… he has to."
"You're hopeless," Fuubuki said, rolling his eyes. "Dad's out of his mind if he still thinks that'll work in a mess like this."
Well said, Fuubuki. Keep going.
"Of course, I'm gonna try talking things out," Mr. Joji added quickly, "but after we lock the place up tight. Mom and the others should hide upstairs where it's safer."
"Safe?" Fuubuki said, his brows pulling together. "Those guys want us gone. They could burn the house down to cover their tracks."
"Then what do we do!" Mr. Joji shouted, frustration in his voice.
"It's simple," Fuubuki said, calm and firm. "We'll sneak out the back, through the mountains. I know a trail nobody else does."
And in the end, even Mr. Joji agreed to follow Fuubuki's plan.
* * *
The Niimi family started packing in a rush, everyone lending a hand.
A scout from Radar Scan had reported that the village below was also hurrying to leave before nightfall. The villainous group would likely flee somewhere, lie low until things cooled down, then pull another scam. Maybe even come back for revenge.
Even if the law caught them, their crimes—fraud and attempted murder—might end with probation. Would the Niimi family have to keep living with fear?
Is this what justice looks like? A country that bends over backward for the rights of the criminals? For the ones hurt, it all just seems unfair.
Even in another world, trials often depend on status, power, and money—just as random. But if the judge is just, justice's sentence should still be carried out.
In the end, it comes down to people. I've learned something big… I need to treasure Miss Floria. She's sharp and strong.
* * *
If we escape the way Fuubuki planned, they'll notice they've been tricked. They'll chase us. And they'll try to kill the Niimi family—and me—out there in the mountains.
They even joked about faking getting lost again.
So really, running away like this? It's the worst move.
But I've got skills. I also have the Dragon God's Herb.
Even if we end up somewhere dangerous or something goes wrong, I can save the three of them. But if they go missing on their own… that's on them.
I could even push them off a cliff without being seen… but even punishing bad people like that doesn't feel right. I kinda get how Japanese judges feel now.
"Hey, come on, you need to run too!" Fuubuki called out as he came back from letting the goat out of its pen. "You're not seriously bringing that bicycle, right?"
He's way too kind… makes me like him more.
"If it's downhill, I can ride it all the way," I said, lifting the bike.
"It's not that smooth of a path, you know?" Fuubuki frowned. "Fall once, and you're dead."
"No worries," I replied with a small grin. "I'll carry you if I need to. I'm strong enough."
Ms. Yukie had packed a ton of stuff. Boxes filled with small treasures, and her kimono sets alone took up three full paulownia chests.
"I just want to bring my grandmother's keepsake," Ms. Yukie said quietly, her hand resting on one of the chests.
"Mom! Are you crazy?" Fuubuki shouted, clearly annoyed. "If you die, none of that matters!"
I understood both sides. Ms. Yukie had a point. The kimonos had worth—not just in money, but in time. I couldn't tell how much they'd sell for, but making one from scratch… that's a lifetime. Rearing silkworms, spinning thread, weaving—people in the past really lived a different way.
"I wanted Yukina to take it as part of her dowry," Ms. Yukie explained, voice soft. "To me, this is more important than my life."
"You're kidding, right? You were using it as packing material!" Fuubuki groaned.
"…Fuubuki's right," I said gently. "When evacuating, you're supposed to run with just the clothes on your back. But, since this is a mom thinking of her daughter… let's make a little miracle happen tonight."
With a flick of my fingers, I summoned two small smoke clouds and popped confetti crackers from thin air.
"Eh?! The whole chest vanished!" Ms. Yukie gasped.
"Mom, I know this!" Fuubuki cried. "I saw it in a circus once! The crowd was actually full of magicians, right?"
"Something like that," I said with a playful smile.
"No way! What did you do?! What kind of trick is that?!"
"Fubuki," I said, patting his shoulder, "you don't ask magicians how their tricks work. But don't worry—everything I make disappear always comes back. That's the rule of magic."
Somehow, we managed to move past the situation.
Just then, Mr. Joji came up from the basement carrying food.
"A handcart? Seriously, Dad?" Fuubuki groaned. "There's no way that'll work on a mountain trail!"
"At least let me bring my vintage wine," Mr. Joji said with a stubborn look. "It's more precious to me than life."
Two fools, side by side. But honestly, Mr. Joji's version of foolishness is harder to watch.
The basement was packed with wine bottles. All that, just for this pension?
"When I quit my job and got my sommelier license, I lost control a little," Mr. Joji said, scratching his head. "I spent all my savings… didn't tell Mom or Kamitake."
"You really are…" I muttered under my breath.
More hopeless than even my uncle.
"Alright," I sighed, raising my hands, "I'll make it vanish. Abracadabra—there!"
With a crisp clap, I made everything—shelves, wine, supplies—disappear in a flash of light.
All the premium food and backup rations were safely stored away.
Ms. Yukie pulled the stunned Mr. Joji by the arm.
* * *
"Fubuki, take the lead," I said, pointing toward the trail. "Mr. Joji, please follow behind Ms. Yukie."
As soon as we slipped out of the pension, Grandpa Kamitake, who had been keeping watch, noticed. We could have lied or acted like nothing was happening… but I chose to leave it. The game has started.
Soon, a four-wheel-drive came roaring up the road from the village. Whoever was behind the wheel wasn't just some amateur. Good—keep chasing.
As they reached the front yard of the pension, the tire suddenly popped with a sharp BANG, the echo bouncing through the night forest.
Fuubuki had left a broken wine bottle hidden under the tire tracks.
I figured there was a fifty-fifty chance it would work—but it was perfect. The prank hit just right.
"Stop it already," Ms. Yukie whispered, hand on her chest. "I nearly died from the shock."
"Mom," Fuubuki said calmly, "death shows up fast. We haven't even hit the back trail yet."
Even though we were running for our lives, there wasn't much panic. The Kamitake family was intense in one way, and the Niimi family was intense in another.
Fuubuki must've had a rough life. And poor Ms. Shirakaba… she probably suffered a lot too.
Notes:
• Shirakaba – A paladin who seems to be a skilled fighter. He’s introduced as someone with a strong defense and healing abilities.
• Fubuki – Male. Ms. Shirakaba’s younger brother. Handsome and around the same age as the protagonist. Not attending school recently. Lives in a mountain-top pension. Has an older sister named Yukina.
• Joji – Male. Ms. Shirakaba’s father. Described as handsome and charming. CEO of a pension in the mountains. Quit his corporate job to build the pension. His relationship with his wife, Yukie, seems strained.
• Yukina – Ms. Shirakaba real name. Female. Fubuki’s older sister. Introverted and considered beautiful. Ran away from home after an incident with her older brother. Her family’s circumstances are a source of worry for her.
• Kamitake – Male. Employee at the pension. Greasy appearance and rude attitude. Attempted to approach Yukie, Ms. Shirakaba’s mother, inappropriately.
• Yukie – Female. Ms. Shirakaba’s mother. Beautiful and resembles her daughter. Her relationship with Jōji appears to be troubled, with hints of jealousy and infidelity.
• Miss Floria – Elegant, silver-haired noblewoman in her 40s, referred to as an ‘older sister’. Judge of the Supreme Court and Baroness. Former tutor of Princess Auroora. Initially stern but warms up, showing a playful side. Close with Ms. Nina (Princess Auroora’s doll copy), treating her like a sister. Trustworthy and explains legal matters clearly.
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