[Deceiver (order): Since the birth of humanity, lies and deception have never ceased.]
[Ability:]
[Sensitivity (Origin Point Grade): Few can lie in front of an expert.]
[When conversing, there is a chance to trigger'See Through' upon hearing a lie. The trigger probability is positively correlated with your mystery level.]
[Cost:]
[When facing the person you desire most and at the most important moments, for your entire life, you will be unable to speak your true inner thoughts.]
[Note: You are forbidden from all forms of expression by order.]
[This includes writing, body language, etc. From now on, you have lost the 'concept' of a certain type of expression.]
[Deceive the World in silence... lies are everything.]
[Energy Level: Lv1 · 「Origin Point」]
...Tojo Aoi squeezed her power-filled hands and carefully read the words appearing on the mirror.
「Origin Point」?
Is this a rank title? Lv1?
Why did the ritual change from 「Chaos」 to 「order」?
She recalled the scene just now and believed that the reason for the error was entirely due to that 'Hmph'.
That female voice had converted her Chaos ritual into an order ritual.
Who was that?
Tojo Aoi frowned with a solemn expression, then thinking of the cost she had paid for the ritual, she managed a forced smile at the mirror.
Getsusa, I succeeded... Tamura Tatsuya stood by his beloved Rolls-Royce, watching his young lady walk out of the coffee shop.
The 'clack-clack-clack' of her heels tapped against the asphalt road.
Suddenly, something in his field of vision distorted for a moment.
He saw Tojo Aoi standing not far away, suddenly baring her teeth at him. Many small pupils grew within her eye sockets, her hair grew longer and longer, and sores broke out across her entire face, with white fungus swarming out of every pore.
In the next second, an overwhelming mass of black hair blurred his vision.
Tamura Tatsuya rubbed his eyes.
On the night street, pedestrians were still hurrying along.
Not far away, two women were chatting and laughing while pushing a baby carriage.
Above, a dazzlingly large LED screen was still tirelessly playing a skincare advertisement featuring a female celebrity.
"Is something wrong? Mr. Tamura?"
Tojo Aoi looked up at him, her large almond eyes blinking as she looked at Tamura Tatsuya in confusion.
She stood before her driver with her hands behind her back.
He must be too tired lately.
Getting older, he really didn't have as much energy as the young people.
"No, it's nothing... let's go. Miss, it's getting late."
Tamura, grumbling to himself, expertly opened the car door and straightened his tie. Only after Tojo Aoi was seated did he trot with small steps to the driver's seat.
Tokyo at night was as bustling as during the day. Between the rising and setting of the Sun, the car leisurely drove past.
"By the way, Mr. Tamura won't tell My Lord Father about bringing me out today, will he?"
In the rearview mirror, Tojo Aoi was seriously touching up her makeup in a vanity mirror, asking the question nonchalantly.
"Hahaha, of course not. I haven't said a word any of the other times, Miss Tojo. I am the most reliable Tamura, after all; otherwise, why would you have chosen me as your driver?"
Is this what it feels like to be in the'See Through' state?
"Of course, it's because you've always kept my secrets." Tojo Aoi thought to herself as she snapped the vanity mirror shut with a 'pa'. She placed her hands together on her lap, a sweet smile appearing at the corners of her mouth.
"So, Mr. Tamura really is a reliable driver."
"Of course! My future livelihood depends on you, after all... rest assured, Miss Tojo. To tell you the truth, if this were the Sengoku period, we would be considered close retainers—the kind of guys who exist specifically to keep secrets for their Lord."
Tamura Tatsuya slapped the steering wheel with a 'thump-thump', yet the Rolls-Royce continued forward slowly and steadily despite the impact.
"Heehee, my dear retainer, you must keep my secrets well. In any era, traitors never come to a good end..."
Tamura Tatsuya shuddered and instinctively looked up at the rearview mirror.
Tojo Aoi was sitting with perfect posture, her hands resting flat on her knees—just like the trained sitting postures he had heard about.
The girl kept her head turned to admire the scenery flashing past the window, the multicolored streetlights reflecting on her exquisite profile.
It seemed she was just engaging in casual conversation.
"Ha, haha, of course! If I were to betray you, I'd be willing to die in this car and turn into a ghost to continue following you, to apologize for all eternity! That is my resolve!"
"Dying in a Rolls-Royce, you certainly have some nerve to say that."
"Well, that's something most salarymen can't achieve in a lifetime." Tamura Tatsuya looked proudly at a Honda overtaking him from the side, casually remarking with disdain: "Low-class car."
"I suppose so."
Finding that Tojo Aoi had no desire to continue speaking, the driver also fell silent and drove the car slowly toward the Tojo residence.
———— Eriri is troubled ————
"So?"
"So, I've decided to help Tsukisa!"
Eriri, wearing large black-framed glasses and holding coffee, had a serious look on her face.
Sawamura Sayuri wasn't surprised at all by the idiotic things her daughter said.
As a woman, she knew exactly what kind of 'problem' that Child had—she often visited their home, and Sayuri, being 'young at heart', understood it at a glance.
'Haphephobia'? To the point of blushing and ears turning red?
Sawamura Sayuri was speechless; her daughter would occasionally have these'spasms', and her thinking was almost single-threaded. Aside from her talent for drawing, she was completely clueless about everything else.
She thought of the Boy named Aki Tomoya again, feeling even more burdened.
"Sigh."
Hearing her Mama's sigh, Eriri lifted her head, her messy blonde hair scattered: "Mama, you think it's a pity too, right? Sha-chan is someone who's gradually becoming a famous manga artist; how can she be held back by this kind of illness?"
"An autograph session—even in daily life, she probably won't be able to function normally. Right? Mama, do you know any psychiatrists?"
She waved her phone: "Although there are some explanations and treatment plans online, for something like this, you still need to find a professional Doctor."
Sawamura Sayuri: If I did, I'd have your IQ checked first.
"That Child shouldn't have that kind of problem." Sayuri tugged at the sleeve of her bathrobe. "I'll talk to her the next time she visits. Um... Eriri, you must be mistaken."
The messy blonde hair shook: "Impossible, I've observed her many times. Today, I even hugged her on purpose... and sure enough! She immediately became uncomfortable all over!"
Was that discomfort... it was... (.oˇ?ˇo.)
Sawamura Sayuri covered her face, feeling like she was sweating again even though she had just finished bathing.
"Anyway, your Mama has more experience in these matters." She didn't want the conversation to stray any further. "The next time Tsukisa comes over, I'll talk to her, okay? If she's really unwell, Mama knows many Doctors."
Eriri was finally satisfied.
Her mother and My Lord father knew so many people; they would surely find a way to help Sha-chan.
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