“I thought it wasn't an ordinary amusement park, but this is unexpected.”
Tamamo murmured to herself as she watched the two of them lifting the golden trophy.
An unusually large ride. A sudden change into a racing track. A sniper rifle whose recoil is hard to control with a child's body.
“This smells suspicious.”
How has the Singularity been distorted? Tamamo racked her brain, but no answer came.
A world without magical energy. A Singularity reconstructed from Father's memories. An absurd amusement park, a twisted change.
At this rate, her beautiful face is going to get ugly. Tamamo, who had stopped thinking, decided to focus on something more important right now.
That important thing is a lottery.
“The person who wins gets to play with Lupus. No duplicates, and making a winning stick is also forbidden.”
A silence more serious than a battle for the fate of the world descended.
Will the end of the stick hidden in Johanna's fist be a win or a lose?
“You're the one who made the lots. Where's the proof that you didn't pull any tricks?”
“Instead, I'll draw last.”
“Understood. Then, I shall draw first.”
Morgan confidently walked up to Johanna.
The hand that snatched one of the clenched lots was quick and swift.
“It was too fast to see the writing. Is it a win?”
“Don't be hasty, fox. You're next.”
She has a strangely triumphant expression. Did Morgan draw a win? It's too early to let her guard down, but Tamamo, whose momentum had been suppressed, was in a very unpleasant mood.
But there is no one here who can't act. Bluffing, deceit, and lying are basic skills.
Tamamo believed that Morgan had drawn a lose, but was deliberately acting.
Tamamo, who stepped forward in front of Johanna for the next turn, opened her eyes wide and scanned the lots.
“The bond between me and Father… has pointed to this!”
She drew. Tamamo held the lot high up in the air.
Everyone's eyes were on the end of the lot. Tamamo was no exception.
’Please…!‘
The character written on the end of the rough stick was ’Win‘.
“Yahoo!”
“Tsk.”
The tension was released. The empty emotion was filled with pure joy.
“Fufufu. How unfortunate. The bond between me and Father was stronger.”
“Don't get too arrogant just because you drew a win, fox. You'll regret being caught in this turn.”
“Is that a curse? Unfortunately, curses are my specialty, you know?”
“That's not it. Think about it.”
Morgan explained kindly with a sneer on her face.
“Right now, Cael has just finished a strenuous exercise. He must be tired. I don't know what kind of ride you're expecting, but do you think a tired Cael can really enjoy it?”
“Ugh! That's…!”
“At best, it'll be a walk. The most it can be is a children's ride. The situation you're hoping for, where you have to cling to Cael because the ride is scary, will never happen.”
Tamamo broke out in a cold sweat.
To be so accurate with her psychology. What a devilish woman.
’Certainly, I was planning on screaming on the roller coaster and smelling Father's scent to my heart's content, but… fufu. That's not all.‘
If Plan A fails, just switch to B.
Tamamo had already set up a 7-day amusement park project to enjoy with Father.
“It's not just on the thrilling rides that I can enjoy my time with Father.”
She somehow managed to have a conversation with Morgan, but besides Tamamo and Morgan, Johanna and Gilgamesh were also here.
The strangely quiet Gilgamesh and Johanna, who was watching with the thought that it would be nice if everyone had fun, also focused on Tamamo's words.
“My choice is… this!”
The ride Tamamo's finger was pointing at. Everyone's expression contorted when they saw it.
“The… Ferris wheel? You!”
The national rule of an amusement park date course is, of course, the Ferris wheel.
Ending the day by having a quiet conversation while watching the setting sun.
What could be a more perfect plan than this? It was so obvious, so obvious that the other women had also included it in their plans.
The complacent thought of ’I‘ll just finish it around my turn‘ had narrowed the women‘s thinking.
Gilgamesh, who had become anxious, stopped Tamamo.
“Isn't the Ferris wheel the finale of a date? I think it's a bit early to go now.”
“Tsk, tsk. Would you please look at the clock?”
The clock? What about the clock?
The faces of the women who looked up at the clock tower located in the center of the amusement park turned black.
“It's 5 o'clock? When did the time fly by like this?”
It's not just the time.
The sun is setting.
“It's winter now. A time when the sun sets early. Do you understand? The fact that no one can match the intellect of me, the nine-tailed fox of golden fur and white face, Tamamo-no-Mae!”
“…Hey, fanatic woman. I propose a re-vote.”
“Oh my. That won't do. Shall I tell Father that Morgan-san pulled a trick? …Just kidding. Fufu.”
She lost. The highlight was taken away so absurdly.
Morgan tightly gripped the winning lot she had prepared for a switch. She could use this lot to nullify the draw itself, but she gave up.
Even if she pulls this out now, it will only make her look more pathetic.
For the great Morgan to be defeated by a mere fox yokai. An indescribable sense of defeat hurt Morgan's pride.
“Ufufu. Since we‘ve wasted so much time, the sun will set soon. I‘ll be enjoying a cozy time for just the two of us with Father on the Ferris wheel as the sun sets!”
“Ahaha… that's funny. You got me.”
“I was only thinking of riding the Ferris wheel with Lupus, what should I do?”
Behind the panicking women, he and Draco are walking side by side.
Draco is holding his hand with one hand, and hugging the golden trophy in her arms with the other.
“That was really fun, wasn't it?”
“Hmph. Indeed.”
A harmonious sight. The women were inwardly relieved to see Draco.
Draco is not a competitor.
That slender physique and kindergarten clothes. And the look in ’his‘ eyes, as if he's looking at a squirrel falling from a tree.
I'll give you the position of a daughter, but the position of a wife is not yet!
Morgan, Johanna, and Gilgamesh exchanged glances.
’In the end, the yokai fox is also a daughter in essence.‘
’She remained a daughter until the very end even in her first life, so it would be difficult to reverse that relationship now.‘
’Hmph… my Ferris wheel…‘
…One of them seemed to be thinking something else, but at least their hearts were all the same.
-Keep Tamamo in check.
Facing the returned him and Draco, the three's eyes sparkled.
“You all got along well without fighting, right?”
His innocent question, still not knowing anything.
Morgan mixed a cute tone into her voice and put on a bold face.
“Yes, Cael. I was waiting quietly, thinking only of you, my brother.”
Gilgamesh and Johanna, who had already experienced it once and had developed a tolerance, were able to hold back their laughter.
“That‘s a relief. How about you, Johanna? You didn‘t fight, did you?”
“No. We all got along well. We decided who would go after Draco by drawing lots. Want to see?”
“It seems my opinion was excluded… but I‘ll take a look. Who‘s next?”
Tamamo raised her nose high and stuck the lot forward.
“It‘s me? Fa.ther!”
“So it‘s Tamamo. …You didn‘t cheat in the draw, did you?”
“Of course not. If I had, would those women have let me be?”
“That‘s true too.”
Is it now?
Morgan and Gilgamesh‘s eyes met. Morgan nodded, and Gilgamesh attached herself to his side.
“Ah~. I think that fox-san and Marduk are a well-matched pair.”
Strange. They‘re not the type to compliment each other at all.
Cael‘s small doubt.
Tamamo noticed the hidden trap in Gilgamesh‘s words. Her political skills, honed through court intrigue, shone through.
She noticed it. But she couldn't do anything.
A compliment is a compliment, isn‘t it? Suddenly cutting her off would only make Tamamo‘s image worse.
“…Thank you?”
“No. You really do look good together. Tamamo-san follows Marduk well, and Marduk is kind to Tamamo-san, isn't he?”
“Tamamo has been a good kid since she was young. She was so mature that I worried if I was being a good parent.”
“Yes, yes… a truly well-matched ’father-daughter‘ relationship.”
Tamamo‘s head whipped around. Morgan put on a bold face and looked down at Tamamo.
“What is it?”
“You‘re playing quite dirty. Is it okay for two kings to be so petty?”
“I do not know what you are talking about.”
Ha. Tamamo cleared her throat. So that‘s how you want to play it?
Tamamo, trying hard to suppress her burning insides, warned Morgan.
“I‘ll end it on my turn. You‘ll regret not using a fake lot.”
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