Chapter 14

Although it was only around five o'clock, the night in Japan came earlier.

At this moment, the sky was still dyed with a dim yellow, as if darkness would descend before long.

The streetlights on the side of the road had lit up one after another.

On the streets of Shibuya, pedestrians were walking in a hurry.

Natsume Chikage, who had just finished work, walked alone on the street, preparing to go to Kondo Miyuki's house.

Actually, he had originally planned to stay at home and type after work.

But since he had already promised others, he could only go to Kondo Miyuki's house for a meal before returning home to type.

But before that, Natsume Chikage hadn't forgotten the most important thing.

He saw him take out his phone and send a message to his sister.

【Natsume Chikage: Ruri, I won't be back for dinner tonight.】

The message was replied to in seconds.

【Natsume Ruri: o(╥﹏╥)o Why aren't you coming back for dinner? Could it be that you dislike my cooking, big brother?】

【Natsume Chikage: How could that be? My sister's cooking is the best in the world!】

【Natsume Ruri: (〃'▽'〃) Hehe, but why aren't you coming back? Is there a reason?】

Natsume Chikage explained briefly.

【Natsume Ruri: (*^▽^*) So that's it, going over to get Dad's relics, then there's no problem. Remember to go and come back quickly.】

In the apartment.

Kondo Miyuki placed the dishes she had just cooked on the table in the living room, her gaze falling on the two people on the sofa.

"You two should at least help me."

"I can't handle it by myself."

One was her husband, Kondo Masasuke, who was wearing home clothes, wearing glasses, and had a somewhat serious look between his brows.

Even after hearing his wife's voice, he didn't move his feet at all and was still looking at the literary book in his hand, only saying to his daughter without raising his head:

"Miki, go help your mom."

Miki was about the same age as Natsume Chikage.

She was tall and had inherited most of her mother's beauty, but looked more exquisite and refined.

It was just that there was a hint of detachment between her brows, revealing a kind of arrogance that was not easy to approach.