Nakamura Shinichiro's black sedan silently slid into a quiet area.

This was the core area of Takamagahara, the villa district of the Omiya Family.

On both sides of the road, ancient cherry blossom trees and modern surveillance cameras intertwined and stood densely, forming a peculiar harmony.

An invisible pressure permeated the air, as if every inch of space was closely monitored.

Soon, the vehicle stopped in front of a sprawling villa.

The style of the villa was typical of Sakura Country's classical architecture, with flying eaves, upturned corners, and deep courtyards.

But upon closer inspection, the materials forming the walls emitted a cold metallic glow, and the window grilles were not made of wood, but of some unknown alloy engraved with fine runes.

This place was both a residence and a fortress.

As soon as the car door opened, a middle-aged man wearing traditional butler attire greeted them.

His figure was upright, his hair was meticulously groomed, and although there was a respectful smile on his face, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

"Young Master, you returned really early today."

Nakamura Shinichiro nodded, turned slightly, and introduced to Zhou Huai.

"This is my butler, Tazawa Heiji."

"He has followed me for more than twenty years and is trustworthy."

Zhou Huai's gaze lingered on Tazawa Heiji for a split second.

This butler was not simple; his Level was at least level forty and above, and his aura was steady, making him an expert.

Nakamura Shinichiro turned back to Tazawa Heiji, pointing at Zhou Huai and Natsume Rinku.

"These two are my friends."

He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "friends".

"Starting today, they will live here, and you must treat them as you would treat me."

Tazawa Heiji's gaze swept over Zhou Huai and Natsume Rinku without any contempt, becoming even more respectful instead.

Nakamura Shinichiro paused and lowered his voice.

"But externally, you will say they are my newly recruited servants."

"Understood?"

Tazawa Heiji's mind raced quickly.

To be so solemnly called "friends" by his own arrogant Young Master, and even going so far as to use this method to cover their identities.

These two people definitely had extraordinary backgrounds.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately bowed deeply.

"Yes, Young Master, I understand."

His posture was even more humble than when he greeted Nakamura Shinichiro earlier.

The group walked into the villa.

Compared to the dilapidated hut outside that was almost destroyed, this place was simply another world.

The foyer, with a ceiling height of nearly ten meters, had a floor paved with entire slabs of black marble that were polished to a mirror finish.

The air was filled with a faint, elegant fragrance mixing precious sandalwood and unknown flowers.

On both sides of the corridor hung calligraphy and paintings by famous masters, each piece worth a fortune.

Bypassing a screen painted with mountains, rivers, and scenery, there was a huge Japanese courtyard.

Dry landscape, mossy stones, and a century-old black pine with a peculiar shape stood quietly.

Every detail exuded understated luxury and deep heritage.

Natsume Rinku followed behind Zhou Huai, her big eyes filled with curiosity and shock.

Her small hand subconsciously grasped the corner of Zhou Huai's clothing, as if only in this way could she find a trace of realism in this dreamlike place.

In her entire life, she had never seen such a beautiful house.

It was even more magnificent than the imperial palace she saw on TV.

Nakamura Shinichiro personally led the two through a long corridor to an independent guest courtyard.

"Lord, you and Young Miss Rinku will temporarily stay here."

"This place is connected to my master bedroom, but it is relatively independent, and absolutely no one will disturb you."

The layout of the guest courtyard was equally elegant; pushing open the shoji door revealed a compact private hot spring.

Nakamura Shinichiro had just arranged the accommodation and was preparing to withdraw.

A burst of urgent phone ringing suddenly sounded.

He took out his mobile phone, and the moment he saw the caller ID, the relaxed expression on his face was replaced by solemnity.

Walking aside, he respectfully answered the phone.

"Teacher."

It was unknown what was said on the other end of the phone.

Nakamura Shinichiro's expression became increasingly serious, and his back unconsciously straightened up straight.

"Yes."

"Yes, I understand."

"I'm heading over right away!"

How acute Zhou Huai's perception was; he had long sensed that the atmosphere was wrong.

"What is going on?"

Nakamura Shinichiro took a deep breath, walked quickly in front of Zhou Huai, and lowered his voice.

"It's Teacher's call."

"Teacher asked me to go over immediately, gather all the Core Disciple of the Heart of the Divine Craftsman, and hurry up to forge a batch of weapons."

"It looks like the Omiya Family... will likely have a major move recently."

Nakamura said goodbye to Zhou Huai.

"Lord, I have to go over first."

"I might not be back for the next few days."

He bowed slightly with a solemn expression.

"If you have any needs, or want to leave here, just instruct Tazawa, and he will handle everything for you."

Zhou Huai nodded, watching Nakamura Shinichiro leave in a hurry.

Just as Nakamura said, this butler named Tazawa Heiji handled things quite thoughtfully.

Almost the next moment after Nakamura left, he was already directing several maids to serve exquisite dishes one by one.

The level of abundance directly made Natsume Rinku's eyes stare straight.

Warm mist rose from small porcelain bowls, carrying the tempting aroma of food.

The golden and crispy tempura wrapped tender shrimp meat inside.

The top-grade Wagyu sashimi, sliced as thin as cicada wings, had snowflake-like marble textures spread across its pink flesh.

And the sea urchin rice served in a quaint pottery bowl; every grain of rice was plump and translucent, evenly wrapped in golden sea urchin sauce.

This was probably the first time in her life that she had seen such luxurious food.

The little girl showed her innocent side for the first time.

She cautiously picked up her chopsticks, picked up a piece of tempura, and gently took a bite.

The crispy shell shattered between her teeth, making a crisp sound.

Immediately following was the springy, fresh sweetness of the shrimp meat.

Her eyes lit up instantly, as if starlight burst within them.

She started eating big bites, eating with immense joy, and every bite was eaten with extra seriousness, as if completing a sacred ritual.

As she ate, tears unconsciously slid down her cheeks and dripped into the bowl.

She did not wipe them.

She just kept shoving rice into her mouth, chewing while sobbing.

Indeed.

It is really good to be alive.

Caesar sat quietly to the side, watching her.

He naturally did not need to eat.

Zhou Huai had also tried before: using a Avatar to eat, he couldn't taste much flavor in his mouth.

The taste buds could not convey the real feeling.

Therefore, no matter how delicious the food was, to him, it was like chewing wax.

He looked at the girl's satisfied yet poignant appearance, with not too many ripples in his heart.

This world was just like this.

Some enjoyed delicacies in the clouds, while others struggled to survive for a bite of food in the mud.

He prepared to return his consciousness to his main body and get off work early.

The situation in Sakura Country was already turbulent, and the war between the Kujo Family and the Omiya Family was on the verge of breaking out.

He had to rest early and save his energy to better cope with the upcoming battle.

However, at the very moment he was about to withdraw his consciousness.

Zhou Huai's movements paused.

He opened his eyes again, and his gaze became sharp.

Just now, the Information Bug he had scattered all over Tokyo City transmitted a piece of footage.

Our beautiful White Butterfly, which was Madam Maeda, seemed to be hunted down.