Volume 1 Chapter 12 The Inherited Will Of Evil IV – The Soft And Sweet Femme Fatale
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
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Morita Takeru was a distant relative of the Kazuramichi family and an exorcist, but he completely lacked talent as an exorcist. Despite his name, he was not suited for rough tasks at all.
Unfortunately, his bloodline and family history were quite respectable, and even more unfortunate was that he was positive and eager about his birth and responsibilities, despite having no aptitude for them.
Naoshi, still young but already showing promise, ended up interacting with Takeru, who was more than a decade older and a total failure as an exorcist. This connection likely served to teach that enthusiasm and talent do not always go hand in hand with bloodline and ability.
In fact, Naoshi learned a lot from Takeru about the abilities and responsibilities expected of an exorcist.
However, what surprised everyone was how these two, who seemed like oil and water──one an elite and the other a top-tier failure──were strangely bonded together.
Naoshi’s harsh words lost their sharpness because it was clear to both of them that it was a fact, and Takeru’s acceptance of his own weaknesses taught the boy a kind of tolerance.
Their relationship, which was too distant to be called brotherly but too close to be just friends, was now connected in a way that others could not understand.
Even after Takeru’s death, Naoshi visited his widow, Aoi, frequently.
”Nao-kun, over here.”
When Naoshi stepped into the living room, Aoi, sitting on a 2-seater sofa, patted the space next to her.
It felt more like a casual gesture welcoming a family member returning home after a long time than that of a guest.
On the table, tea and sweets were already prepared.
”Well then, pardon me.”
He sat down next to her as prompted, the scent of Aoi mixed with incense tickling his nose in a strangely sensual way.
”──How’s work lately? Have you been injured?”
”It’s goin’ well. Thanks to that, I’m feelin’ real good.”
”I see. I heard it was dangerous, so I was worried. But Nao-kun is different, huh? Look, Takeru-san is always covered in wounds, like he’s doing a completely different job.”
Aoi chuckled at his words.
This was a conversation they had repeated many times over the past 3 years.
”Well, Morita-san was pretty weak, so comparin’ him to me’s just plain sad.”
”Oh, that’s harsh. If he heard that, he’d cry, you know?”
”Nah, I told him that more times than I can count. By the way, Aoi-san, what’s the deal with that candle over there?”
It was usual for flowers to be on the living room table, but next to them was a colorful candle shaped like a flower.
When he pointed out the change, Aoi smiled happily.
”Oh, this? There’s a candle art class at the culture school, so I decided to try it out.”
”Ohh, so ya made it yerself, Aoi-san. Figures.”
”Yep, it’s my first creation. So, what do you think?”
”It’s got a nice charm to it; pretty cool.”
”──Nao-kun?”
”Nah, as expected, Aoi-san’s really got the skill. That’s a rose motif, right?”
”Ranunculus.”
”Close enough to a rose.”
”Oh, you’re so carefree──oh, by the way, the candle art teacher is incredibly beautiful! I was so surprised!”
”Well, with Aoi-san and a beautiful teacher in the class, the guys must be itchin’ to join. Watch yerself; someone might get a little too excited.”
”I’m not that great; you’re the beautiful one. I’ve even been on TV, you know──are you interested?”
”Nah, I’m more curious about ya in work, Aoi-san.”
”Come on, you’re just flattering me. What are you saying to an old lady like me?”
”No, no, if Aoi-san’s this modest, what would ya say to other women? They’d be steamed!”
She was 32. This year, she would be the same age as her late husband, but to Naoshi, it seemed like she was becoming more beautiful with each passing year.
Her gentle face, filled with a hint of sadness, was becoming more composed, while her body maintained its shape and gained softness.
”Really?──But the only one who says that to me is you, Nao-kun.”
That couldn’t be true.
Just by stepping outside, Aoi attracted unwanted glances and attention.
Whether she wanted it or not, her elegant demeanor and her curvy body drew men in.
”Just you, Nao-kun, is enough──.”
And she was probably aware of that herself.
The Morita family wouldn’t allow her to stay at home since she couldn’t have children, but instead of ending the marriage, they gave her enough wealth to live modestly as a single woman.
That’s why Aoi, still in her prime, could live somewhat reclusively in the apartment she chose with Takeru.
Only Naoshi, who shared her past with Takeru and comforted her in her grief after his death, was the exception.
”Ah──.”
Their lips met, and she didn’t reject Naoshi’s hand around her waist.
Instead, Aoi leaned in closer to whisper in his ear.
”This isn’t good──let’s do it in bed, okay?”
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