Seeing the figure of One Period One Rise disappear behind the door,

Junka Hoshino gently placed the teacup in her hand on the table.

"One Period has already left." She said, "If you have anything else to say, say it together."

The young man who had just been talking about how bad the historical revisionists' actions were was stuck,

He subconsciously cast his gaze on his boss who had not spoken since he came in.

"Haven't I finished what I need to say... Senior?

"

The unshaven man did not seem to notice his gaze,

He was still staring at Junka Hoshino without blinking.

"Ahhh, this terrible senior..." the young man was going crazy in his heart. "He's still looking at her lecherously at this time,

Doesn't he feel that his favorability is dropping crazily?

Who was the person who said with a serious face that he had to build a good relationship with this young lady!

"

He could not help but remind him, "Senior!"

It was as if he had just woken up from a dream,

The man suddenly trembled.

"Ahahaha... sorry, sorry."

Sensing his assistant's angry gaze, the man rubbed his head and apologized to Junka, "It's really because you look too much like an old friend of mine,

When I see you,

I feel very close... "

As he spoke, a white and clean hand appeared in his field of vision.

"..."

The man raised his head and looked at the girl who handed him a tissue.

"... you'd better wipe your tears first." She avoided his gaze and said in a strange tone, "Am I that similar to her?

To make you so close,

Even shed tears... "

The man was in a daze again.

Finally..,

It was still this man's assistant — the young man who had tried his best to work for Junka just now,

After taking the tissue,

And politely asking for the location of the bathroom, he angrily grabbed the man's hand,

And dragged him out.

"I'm very sorry!"

The young man did not forget to bow ninety degrees before leaving. "I've troubled you,

We'll be right back! "

With a whoosh,

The door was pulled shut.

"... what." Junka could not help but laugh. "Government of the Hour, so that's how it is?"

Although it felt a little unreliable,

It was better than the impression he left on her before.

"Senior,

Can you not drop the ball at such a critical moment? "

The young man couldn't help but complain, "You gave me a lot of orders before we came, making me nervous. In the end, it was you who made the first mistake and caused this …"

"Where did you make a mistake?" The man's eyes were red as he retorted, "Can't you see that she has relaxed a lot?"

"Huh?" The young man raised his eyebrows. "Could it be that your actions just now were all an act?

Just to make this young lady lower her guard against us?

Senior, although we are short on manpower and in urgent need of talents, you are still one of the founding members of the Government of the Hour. Using such means is too … "

The man pressed down hard on the young man's head.

"Take back your imagination!"

After fiercely saying this, he was like a deflated balloon, and said, "I really envy you guys who don't know anything …"

"If you don't tell me, of course I won't know." The young man rolled his eyes.

The man widened his eyes and was about to say something when he suddenly froze as if he had seen something that shouldn't be there.

"… Senior, are you acting up again?

Is there anything there? "

The young man followed his line of sight.

At the end of the corridor stood a man wearing a heavy cyan silk hunting outfit and a katana.

After idly drinking her third cup of tea, Junka Hoshino finally felt that something was wrong.

'Is the washroom this far?' She thought.

She got up, opened the door, and looked to both sides.

"What is the main hall looking at?"

A familiar voice rang out behind her.

"Wah wah wah —"

Junka screamed in fright.

"Hahahaha."

Instead of apologizing, the culprit laughed heartily and touched her head with his hand. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's me."

His tone was like that of a kind grandfather.

"I know it's you, Sanchū!"

Junka Hoshino, who had finally recovered from her shock, complained, "We agreed not to teleport in the house, and not to scare people like Tsuru Maru!"

"Hahahahaha, the main hall finally called my name."

… He didn't listen to her at all.

Junka decided to switch the internal missions of Sanchū Sōjin and Tsuru Maru tomorrow.

"Right." She remembered something important. "Did you see those two people in Sanri Yue Temple?

They were wearing black suits with a name tag pinned to their chests. "

"Hmm?

They seem a little familiar. "

Sanchū Sōjin, who often acted like an amnesiac old man, revealed a leisurely and peaceful smile that said, "Everything is going well today."

"They seemed to have something to do and left first. They will visit the main hall next time."

He took out a letter from his pocket. "This seems to be something that the older one wants to show the main hall.

He said that he hopes that you will consider it carefully after reading this letter. "

'The older one …'

'Is he the one who watched me cry?'

"But leaving without saying goodbye doesn't seem like their style."

Junka took the letter and looked at the wet ink on the letter. She asked hesitantly, "Sanri Yue Temple, did you say something to them?"

"Why would the main hall think so?"

"It's probably intuition."

Junka said, "The timing of your appearance is too coincidental, and you're not the kind of person who would help others pass on a message …"

Sanchū looked at her and smiled.

After a moment of silence, Junka suddenly said, "Sanchū, I have a feeling that you know a lot of things."

"Hmm?" He asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm very curious —"

She decided to lay out the doubts that she had all along. "Why did you respond to my summons?

Why did your dreamscape merge with mine?

Why do you know Haruaki Abe's Yin Yang Technique?

And … why did you tell Tsuru Maru that the one who attacked us was the 'Inspector of Violations'? "

"If it's only once or twice, it can be considered a coincidence.

But with so many times added together, can it still be considered a coincidence? "She raised her head and looked at the Fu Mourning God with eyes that were filled with gentleness and tranquility.

"Can you tell me what you're hiding from me?"

Junka asked solemnly.

(Generally speaking, it's time to reveal the truth when you've said nice things to this extent.

So, Sanchū should …)

"No, Main Hall."

Sanchū Sōjin, who had never been tricked, replied.

Junka thought, '… Are you trying to make me laugh???'

She was so angry.

"Everything is developing in a good direction now.

Knowing about the past is not beneficial to you. "

Before leaving the room, Sanchū left her with this sentence, "Main Hall, you only need to do what you want to do.

As for the rest, just leave it to us.

"Yes."

"You said all this just to dispel my thoughts."

Junka Hoshino hugged the pillow and muttered to herself, "If you don't want me to know the truth, you shouldn't have revealed so much information. How infuriating."

"… Main Hall, the bed is ready."

"Ah!

Okay!

Thank you, Hirano! "

Junka hugged the second conscience in This Pill — Hirano Fujishiro. "As expected, I like Hirano the most."

"Main Hall …" Hirano Fujishiro's cheeks reddened, "Although … although I'm very touched, you really need to rest. Otherwise, you won't have the energy to do it tomorrow."

Junka let go of him.

"Then you should go back and rest." She said with concern, "Otherwise, you won't have the energy to do it tomorrow."

"… Main Hall, in a way, you're really similar to Sanri Yue Temple."

"Hahahaha, no, I'm obviously concerned about Hirano."

Junka rubbed the chestnut-haired little boy's head in a good mood. "I'll go to bed later. You should go back to your room quickly. Otherwise, the next issue will be urgent."

Hirano Fujishiro showed a hesitant look.

"What's the matter?"

"Main Hall has been in his room for the whole afternoon. He didn't even appear during dinner. Our brothers are very worried about Admiral …" He paused. "Is there anything we can do to help Main Hall?

Whether it's to do chores or something else, please let me know … If it can be of use, I'll be satisfied. "

Junka was stunned.

Hirano waited quietly.

"If you want to say something, there's indeed something that's bothering me today." She deliberated over her words and said slowly, "Hirano's former master is Maeda Toshiro, right?

Have you ever thought of changing his fate of death? "

He opened his eyes wide, "Master, why would you have such an idea?

Human life … can't be restarted. "

Junka didn't comment on this.

She asked persistently, "Can you tell me what Hirano thinks?"

Hirano Fujishiro bit his lower lip.

"Is it because of the two people who came to visit the Main Hall today?"

It was rare for his tone to become urgent, "I heard from Brother Ichiban that they claim to be fighting with the 'Historical Revisionists.' They hope that the Main Hall can help them."

"Hmm."

Recalling the contents of the letter, Junka Hoshino nodded, "They showed me the official document … They are indeed the 'Government of the Hour' that I know.

Does Hirano know about the 'Government of the Hour'? "

Hirano shook his head.

"The enemies we encountered before were all swords transformed by the 'Historical Revisionists'. Fu Mourning God."

She explained, "They are named the 'Retrograde march' – as the weapon in the hands of the Historical Revisionists, they go back to the past and change history."

"But, like Kendo and the others, weren't they all brought back by us?

As long as all the swords' original bodies are brought back, the Historical Revisionists can no longer summon a new Fu Mourning God. "

"Even if the swords' original bodies are brought back, they have other ways. Let me give you an example." Junka pursed her lips and pointed at him, "Your original body is here, right?"

"Hmm."

"But in fact, there are countless of you." She said, "Those are all your clones."

Hirano was a little confused, "Then what are we?"

"You are the spirits born from the original body. You have the closest relationship with the original body and are the most powerful."

…

"They summon your clones and want to change history."

Junka said seriously, "If history is changed, maybe Oda Nobunaga won't die, Shibata Katsuie won't commit suicide, and Maeda Toshinaga won't serve Toyotomi Hideyoshi. In the end, he won't take poison and commit suicide in Gaogang City. Is that okay?"

"Is that okay?"

He lowered his head, clenched his hands, and trembled.

"Hirano …?"

Junka, who didn't get a response for a long time, looked at Hirano's situation worriedly, but he suddenly hugged her waist.

"What's wrong?"

Feeling drops of warm liquid falling on her clothes, Junka, who couldn't bear to see children cry, panicked, "You don't have to answer me.

I just suddenly thought of it, so I wanted to ask for your opinion … "

"Your Highness, please listen to me."

He couldn't help but grab her clothes.