Crossover Anime: This is an izakaya, but you're treating it like a brothel.

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Some people don't like this kind of night view.

They are just isolated planets in the dark universe, and the light is coming from tens of thousands of light-years away.

Perhaps that planet is already dead.

Kaguya seemed to recall that dream from before.

Her gaze returned from the window.

The tone of his voice also became cold.

"Hayasaka, how long have I been asleep?"

"It's been four hours since I last woke up."

Kaguya wasn't always in a deep sleep.

People with a high fever often feel weak all over and then wake up in bed feeling dizzy and disoriented.

But I can't remember anything from that time anymore.

"The current time."

Kaguya frowned slightly, looking somewhat impatient.

"8:45."

Hayasaka glanced at the pocket watch he always carried with him.

This time is usually already rest time.

Kaguya brushed her hair aside with her hand.

Silver light spilled across the ground.

The light shone on Kaguya.

Even if she didn't wash or dress up for a day, she was still radiant.

Her movements were very light, just a gentle caress, but her breathing seemed a little rapid, and her petite body swayed with them.

"Thanks a lot."

"No, taking care of the young lady is my job, it's not hard work at all."

Kaguya's eyes flickered a few times.

Her dry, cracked white lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to ask something but hesitated.

She exhaled deeply, suppressing a certain emotion within her:

"Where is Father?"

Ask the question.

She bit her dry, chapped lips hard, lowered her head, and let her long black hair fall down to cover her face.

Her expression was obscured.

Hayasaka hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"Lord Shinomiya set off this morning to inspect the Totsuki Group."

Kaguya listened to Hayasaka's words, her eyes, hidden by her hair, darkening slightly.

Even with her small, powerless body, she gripped the corner of the blanket tightly.

The high-end silk quilt was covered by countless tiny wrinkles, concealing her equally pale knuckles.

"Father... has he said anything about me?"

Her voice was soft and trembled slightly.

It was as powerless as wisps of smoke.

"Lord Shinomiya... he criticized you for going out without permission last night, and hopes you can reflect on it."

Hayasaka seemed to have used up all his strength after saying those words.

"Hmm... Is there anything else?"

The voice was dry and cracked.

"Nothing."

The words fell.

In the enormous room, even breathing seemed to stop.

I don’t know how long it took.

"Um..."

A barely audible sound arose.

Kaguya lowered her head, her hair falling loosely, looking like a pitiful person who had lost everything.

Her breathing became heavier again.

It's possible that the breathing was worsened by a cold while the person was drowsy during the day.

"Haasaka..."

"exist."

"Could you... drive me around for a bit?"

Kaguya tilted her head and gazed at the dazzling Milky Way outside the window.

Even a dead planet can emit unimaginable starlight from countless light-years away.

Even so...

It seems impossible for starlight to reach the bright moon.

And what about the moon?

It simply used the sun's light.

Perhaps sometimes, getting a little closer to the sun can make it brighter?

She seemed to have thought of something, and her voice was no longer low.

“Miss Kaguya, now that you’ve recovered, I suggest…”

"please."

Before Hayasaka could finish speaking, Kaguya turned to look at her.

Those eyes, which used to be like rubies, now held a thin, watery glint.

She wanted to laugh.

Ridiculous. It's very upsetting.

I want to stay calm, but I can't.

I feel like I'm falling into an endless abyss, and even now I feel like I'm still falling into that abyss.

Perhaps leaving this place is a good solution.

Seeing Kaguya's insistence, Hayasaka sighed inwardly.

"Okay, please let me help you get up."

Outside the car window, the 20th district was still in the midst of revelry late at night.

The neon lights flashed and intertwined, and passersby walked by as if no one else was around.

Hayasaka quietly drove around with Kaguya.

They traveled to many places, but Kaguya remained silent.

Only when passing through the bustling Central Avenue.

The pedestrians looked on with envy at the luxury cars driving on the road. They couldn't see the people inside, but that didn't stop them from taking pictures and showing off.

Kaguya leaned against the car window, staring blankly and calmly at the dazzling lights and bustling crowds.

After a long silence, Kaguya spotted a dark corner on the central avenue.

"Haasaka..."

“I am here, Kaguya-san.”

"Let's go to the same shop as yesterday, I... I'm a little hungry."

"..."

Hayasaka paused for a couple of seconds, then nodded:

"Ok."

"So, these are your guests who brought the glass paintings?!"

Aoba looked at the extremely simple line drawings in the notebook, and for some reason, the corner of her mouth twitched.

Her gaze involuntarily drifted towards Kasumigaoka, causing the girl to blush considerably.

He immediately retorted:

"I write light novels, and I'm not good at drawing!"

"Yes, I know."

Aoba sighed helplessly, "Kasumigaoka-kun, from now on, you should have someone else draw the illustrations for your light novels." (Read exciting novels at Feilu Novel Network!)

"Of course I understand!!"

The girl blushed and protested, and even Otome couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

"Your drawing isn't very good either, and you're still laughing!"

Kasumigaoka, unable to contain her anger, turned her attention directly to Otome.

"Hmph... Who said that?"