The master bedroom is on the second floor of the villa and is the largest room in the entire villa. The classical steam era decoration is more authentic than Shimoda-sensei's office.

The witches of the Fujinaga family have always had a tradition of studying in the United Kingdom, and they are deeply influenced by the culture there, resulting in eating habits, living habits and other aspects with a bit of the atmosphere of English witches, and they must drink afternoon tea every afternoon.

The most common drink in her house is black tea, and dinner is also set to the specifications of an English aristocratic witch. There were almost no Japanese-style objects to be seen in the villa, and for a moment Ruiji thought she was in England, a guest in the wealthy area of London.

The degree of Westernization of Japanese witches is considered to be more popular in Asia, with Korean witches ranking first, as well as Singapore and Vietnam. Families as largely Westernized as the Fujinaga family are still rare, and other witches retain at least half of their native traditions and let designer witches design a Japanese-style garden.

Fujinaga once quietly revealed that he wanted to learn traditional garden design, liked Japanese-style air islands, and was interested in Western-style style, but not fanatical. She can't be the master of the decoration of the house, and her paternal mother has no right to speak, because she is rich.

Stepping up the marble spiral staircase and passing through a long hallway in a predominantly brass color, Fujinaga points to one of the doors.

"Here we are."

She staggered to the door and used a spell to unlock it.

The door lock does not have a fixed lock cylinder, and the unlocking panel will change according to the change of the technique, and the performance is powerful, and other witches who want to enter the door can only use powerful spells to destroy the door lock, or crack the spell.

The eldest lady is very wary of her family, and it can be seen from the door lock.

The interior of the room is no different from the outside, all in Western style. Ruiji is very adaptable, as long as the house is comfortable, it doesn't care what the decoration looks like.

The only ones who can find fault with style are rich witches, who have so much money that they can think about more trivial things. Ordinary witches are tired every day, and when they get home, they fall asleep, and they don't appreciate their homes carefully at all.

Helping Fujinaga to the couch, Ruiji picked up the white porcelain teapot on the coffee table and poured a glass of cold water, and under her instructions, found the cabinet where the finished potions were kept, and found the humble sobering potion among the hundreds of potions.

The color of the sobering potion is transparent, and it is impossible to tell whether it is water or potion without labeling. When the cork is opened, a hint of peppermint oil and chamomile overflows, with a hint of citrus belt bitter scent.

"How much?"

"The amount of a sip of water."

"Wait a minute."

Ruiji mixed the potion with cold boiled water according to the dosage, stirred well with a metal spoon, and carefully picked up the teacup and handed it over.

"Come on, drink slowly."

"Thank you......"

Fujinaga picked up the teacup and took a sip, set it aside, and moved it to the right side of the sofa. The scorching heat penetrated the fabric and cut through the skin, and Ruiji was burned to the ground.

She hadn't forgotten the purpose of her visit tonight, and placed the bag full of things between the two of them, creating a safe boundary. Excessive physical contact is not suitable, and the atmosphere is dangerous enough.

No matter how dull a person is, it is impossible not to have a sense of crisis, thinking that fifty percent of the reason for her birth was alcohol. Alcohol makes the two witches tear off the mask of courtesy, face the purest impulse, and talk all night, which indirectly leads to the birth of Riji.

I have heard a lot of cases of witches in high school students shooting other witches, and every year in Waseda High School, there are witches who drop out of school, get married early, go out of society to work to support their families, and earn milk powder money for the little witches who were born.

I have seen a lot of negative teaching materials, and witches will take it as a warning. Who wants to bring a little witch at a young age? Of course not. Your own witch girl hasn't enjoyed enough, how can she let the little kid take up precious time?

Ruiji's mind diverged from the negative textbook to the future of raising children, and fell into deep thought.

The children definitely don't want to raise them, and they don't need to support them, so the future property will be left to Jingliu's daughter, that is, the niece, so that the niece can honor herself.

The messy thoughts diluted the sense of crisis, and she opened the lunch box, poked a small piece with a fork and sent it to Fujinaga's mouth.

"Shizuru made you an apple pie, please smile."

"Can't you feed me?"

Fujinaga tapped his lips with his index finger, and his movements became more and more provocative. Just a small sip of the sobering potion is far from enough to dissolve the effects of 15 bottles of spirits on the body, and the effect is equivalent to nothing.

"I don't have the strength right now, I injured my arm during the morning training, you see......"

The witch lifted up the sleeve of her coat and wrapped a bandage around her right arm. Ruiji saw that there were signs of spell burning on her skin, and the smell of the dressing could not hide the faint smell of blood from the wound.

She didn't show any pain on her face, she was actually quite badly injured.

The damage caused by the higher the level of spells, the more difficult it is to heal, and it is speculated that the witch who trains with Fujinaga is very strong and has the strength to step into the ranks of the great witches.

"How did you get hurt?"

"I'd like to take a bite of the snacks you brought. From noon to now, I haven't eaten a mouthful of food, can you bear to let me chat on an empty stomach? ”

"Excuse me, please."

Riki didn't dare to keep staring at Fujinaga's chest. Although there are arc-like ups and downs, it is white and plump, and the shape is beautiful. The neckline of the sundress is particularly low and the design is very lewd.

Feed a half-drunk alumni like an animal waiting to be fed, and your heart will be calm.

The image of Fujinaga licking the corners of her mouth with her tongue in the middle of the apple pie with flowing jam is inexplicably vulgar, and this scene makes her feel that she should be classified as a magazine that underage witches can't read.

Dressed frivolously, words and deeds are not half reserved, is it intentional or nature?

Guess with your fingers first, in order to resist the family rules that bind her, and silently resist the pressure exerted by the family. The eldest lady's method was too naïve, and the elders of the family reprimanded and punished her when they saw her unseemly.

That's why I wear it when no one is at home...... Ritch thought to herself.

After a few bites of apple pie, Riki finds herself squeezed to the edge of the couch and almost sticks to Fujinaga. She's here to deliver something, and she doesn't want to pack herself up.

High school witches shouldn't think about miscellaneous things other than studying and making money, women will only affect the speed of drawing knives.

"It's almost time, I'll go back and read some books. There are still two weeks left in the Alchemy Competition, and I have to work hard to tutor recently. ”

"Are you going to find the guy with the surname Feng again......"

"She's not at home, and I'll study by myself when I have something to do in the afternoon."

"Alchemy...... I'm also a good learner, I've read a lot of alchemy books, there are more than twenty books, I can teach you where you don't understand......"

"Why don't we drink some sobering potions first?"

Rui Ji is 100% sure that the eldest lady is drunk and the wine is very strange. When others are drunk, they have to make hand-ground tofu, and she wants to teach others to learn when she is drunk, which is the self-confidence of Xueba.

"After drinking, you will grant me a request......"

"What requirements?"

Fujinaga leaned too close, and his breath spilled around his neck, itchy and numb. She whispered something in Reji's ear, something indescribable, something that could not be thought about.

"Miss, you shouldn't be like this."

She shook her head and shrunk away from the couch to the side, looking embarrassed.

"It is a despicable act to take advantage of others. You're not clear enough right now, and you're damned for doing that kind of thing. First of all, I can't forgive myself, and secondly, Shizuru will sweep me out of the house, and you Fujinaga family will kill me...... Probably. ”

After drinking a whole glass of water mixed with a sobering potion, Fujinaga seemed to be much more sober. Sober, but the mood is completely up, and he can't stop the car for a while, and he wants to try a little hard work while the two mothers are away.

"No one will know. If you don't say it, I don't say it, no one in the world will know...... The maids are all broken up by me, and there won't be a third person on the entire empty island tonight. ”

With each step forward, Fujinaga's "equipment" drops one. The equipment is already small, and it will be lost in a few casual clicks. Explode equipment while walking, and the drop rate is higher than that of the greedy Blue Moon.

"It's not...... Are you serious? ”

"I've never been joking."

Fujinaga kicked away the "equipment" at his feet, pressing forward step by step. She wears a new conceptual outfit of delusion, and goes to collapse with thoughts of self-exile. Ruiji finally understands the meaning of "paying attention to the mental state" that Feng Buyu said, and if he doesn't pay attention to Fujinaga again, he may go crazy.

Calm down, calm down first, there is a way.

Ruiji grabbed the thin quilt on the bed and draped it over Fujinaga and hugged her. A hug through the quilt is not rude, they do not have direct physical contact, and all their behavior is civilized and pure.

The short hug had a soothing effect on the emotions, and Fujinaga acquiesced to her behavior, without struggling, squeezing out an ugly wry smile. She tried hard, tried to step out of her comfort zone and pursue what she wanted, and it didn't work out well.

"Why?"

"You are a man who is engaged, and you must know how to cherish fame and honor. Some things are hard to accumulate, and it only takes a gentle push to destroy them. There are a lot of people in the school who talk about you behind your back and say nasty things. I don't care about reputation, you can't. The most precious things should be given to the most worthy witch, and I am not that witch. ”

“……”

These words became the last stick that shattered Fujinaga's hopes. Literally, she was dumped. The confession of failure was immediately rejected, and it was rejected very completely.

The person who likes it chose another witch from the sky instead of her, which is very in line with the setting of Japanese comics. A basin of cold water was poured down, and the unrealistic delusion was shattered at this moment.

She might have to go another way. Fujinaga looked at the "Witch's Travel Notes" on the table, thoughtful.

The sobering potion slowly began to work, and Fujinaga became more and more sober, and did not continue to make more debauched acts, reverting to the elegant and decent image of the ladies of the past.

"It's my fault tonight, I'm causing you trouble. I'll go take a shower, change into a decent dress, and then let the maid prepare a table for dinner. I hope you will give me a chance to correct myself and apologize for my actions. The notes for the first half semester of the two courses on Writing and World History have been sorted out, and I will bring them to you later. ”

"It's okay, you can go quickly."

Yet, Richy doesn't know that she's going in the wrong direction, and she's glad she's admonishing a witch on the verge of stumbling.

(End of chapter)