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"What? You have a problem with the fact that I like you?"

"......"

......

At the foot of the Leaning Tower of Pisa, Yukino Yukinoshita rubbed her chin: "It turns out that standing on the tower is not as interesting as standing at the foot of the tower. After all, you can't see the whole leaning tower from the top."

Nomiyama, munching on his grilled meat, glanced at her sighing expression, but ignored her and continued eating.

A hand was stretched out in front of my eyes.

Nomiyama glanced at her and silently handed over his half-eaten grilled meat.

He looked at his empty hands, turned his head, and looked at the person who had just bought about ten pieces of grilled meat.

"Yinglili."

Eriri Sawamura glanced at him, then silently turned around and walked to Yukino's side.

Don't even think about it; if you don't have any, you'll just have to go hungry.

Nomiyama sighed silently. Eriri wasn't as cute as before. If it were before, Eriri would be the one who would happily hand him meat.

A skewer of meat was handed to me.

Nomiyama looked up at Eriri, who was handing over meat without turning around.

Just as he was about to put the skewers away, he grabbed one and started eating.

After you finish eating, throw away the skewers.

One more in front of me.

Nomiyama blinked and took it again.

......

Nomiyama took out a wire, poked it into the door, and pulled it open.

The door opened.

He entered the house first, his eyes scanning the surroundings: "Have you been living here in London all this time?"

Yukino Yukinoshita followed behind him, opened the shoe cabinet that hadn't been touched in a long time, and took out a few pairs of slippers: "Well, my family has some businesses here, and we've been managing them. It's relatively quiet here, so we chose this set for me."

Nomiyama unpacked the unopened slippers and put them on, asking, "Won't you get bored?"

Yukino Yukinoshita stepped into the living room and turned on the TV: "Back then, I had a lot of studying to do, so I didn't have these kinds of thoughts. I felt fulfilled just finishing my studies."

She leaned back on the sofa and instinctively curled up: "If I had to say, it's not that I'm bored, it's just that sometimes when I'm eating alone, I think it would be better if you were here. That way, if I made a lot of dishes, at least someone would help me finish them, instead of me just making a small vegetable dish and then having most of it left over."

Nomiyama slumped onto the sofa, curling up as well: "Wow, there's someone in London who sometimes just makes himself a simple vegetable dish."

Eriri Sawamura threw herself at it and kicked it, saying, "What's wrong with the little green vegetables? They're nutritious, crisp, and delicious."

Nomiyama retorted: "I think you've got the point wrong. What I mean is that she doesn't take good care of herself."

Yukino Yukinoshita pinched his ear: "I do pay attention to nutrition, at least the bok choy has meat in it."

Someone was greatly surprised.

"Bok choy with meat? That's cult stuff!"

......

Nomiyama held Eriri close, listening to the song with peace of mind until the last note fell, at which point he opened his eyes.

"Is this the song the old man played before he died?"

Yukino Yukinoshita lifted her fingers from the black and white piano keys, turned to look at him, and asked, "Hmm, how was it?"

"It's very moving." Nomiyama reached out and rubbed Eriri's tear-streaked eyes. "Look, Eriri is crying."

Yukino Yukinoshita sighed: "What I mean is, what do you think?"

Nomiyama put his arm around Eriri, his eyelids drooping slightly: "It's very touching. Death is indeed the most touching thing."

Yukino Yukinoshita breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "I think so too."

"Alright, alright, it's time to cook." Nomiyama got up, walked to the entrance, picked up the ingredients, and headed to the kitchen.

"I'm here today, and I guarantee you'll like it."

“Okay.” Yukino Yukinoshita followed, making sure it wasn’t too spicy, as Eriri couldn’t handle the spiciness of the two of them.

......

The house in London is very large, and the three of them sleep in separate rooms.

One thing that Eriri Sawamura really hates is not seeing anyone when she opens his door.

She barely hesitated before turning around and pushing open the door of another person who was still quiet.

Chapter 266 Chiba

"Eri, what did you bring in your bag?" Nomiyama ruffled Eriri's hair.

Eriri Sawamura, nestled against his chest, stirred upon hearing his words and said in a hoarse voice, "Some leftover candy, canned beef, and a few pelts."

"Here I have fur and a few of Grandpa Ivan's books." Yukino Yukinoshita wrapped herself in the only blanket and moved away from them. "Alright, go to sleep. Tomorrow I'll take you to the academy for a tour."

"Oh, goodnight." Nomiyama closed his eyes.

"Goodnight, Yukino." Eriri Sawamura also closed her eyes.

The next second, all three of them opened their eyes at the same time.

Nomiyama stood up, holding Eriri in his arms, and frowned as he looked out at the outdoor area on the first floor.

He didn't know what expression to make: "Eri, your retainer has come to see you."

Eriri Sawamura said angrily, "They're so annoying."

Yukino Yukinoshita looked at them, still connected, and turned her head away in shame. She reached out and silently cleaned the marks on the bed and on their bodies.

"What should we do? Should we go somewhere else?" Nomiyama asked, somewhat troubled. "I don't want them following me."

“I’ll do it.” Eriri Sawamura took a deep breath.

Her expression turned serious, and her voice drifted out of the room and echoed down the street: "John, don't disturb my vacation with my husband."

"Yes! My king!"

A chorus of shouts echoed through the streets.

Nomiyama looked at the golden twin tails hanging on him with a strange expression.

"What are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen a king before?" Eriri Sawamura glared at him, her fangs showing, and then leaned in to bite his shoulder.

She bit down a few times, then surprisingly let go, looking down with her brows furrowed in pain: "What's wrong with you? You're even more...?"

"Go to sleep." Yukino Yukinoshita pulled the blanket over herself, her voice cold. "And the two of you, sleep separately."

"..."

"..."

The two looked down, fell silent, lay down on the bed, and quietly separated, each lying on their backs.

After a while, Nomiyama, standing at the very edge, turned his head and said, "Um, Yukinoshita, could you please divide the blankets... You've pulled all the blankets over there..."

“Yeah, we don’t have blankets to cover ourselves with…” Eriri Sawamura complained in the middle as well.

"Hehe." Yukino Yukinoshita listened to their words but didn't move. Cover yourself with a blanket? If you really covered yourself, you'd all huddle together, like maggots, and you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

“Go into your bags and get some fur to cover yourselves.”

"Say it again, go to sleep."

"..."

"..."

The two, having been discovered, silently got up and rummaged through their bags for fur.

......

"Disarm you!" [Expelliarmus]

Nomiyama pointed the magic wand at Eriri.

Eriri Sawamura, clad in a Gryffindor robe, turned and pointed at him: "Divine Sharpness!" [Sectumsempra]

"I only wanted to remove your weapon, but you went too far by directly trying to kill me." Nomiyama put away his wand and looked around. "Shouldn't you be using your weapon to safely fight me?"

"Not using 'Avada Kedavra' on you is already being merciful." Eriri Sawamura snorted, put away her wand, turned around and took Yukino's hand, ignoring him.

"Stop fooling around, please respect the detective." Yukino Yukinoshita said seriously, glancing back at him.

But the detective didn't live here; Nomiyama silently took out his newly bought empty pipe, put it in his mouth and followed them. His gaze lingered on the hats of Holmes and Watson on the coffee table, and he realized that he was missing some accessories, such as a hat and a cane.

221b Baker Street, the home of the legendary detective Sherlock Holmes.

Nomiyama's gaze swept over the predominantly red interior design, then turned to Yukino, who was looking at a violin and seemingly deep in thought. He asked, "We've seen your academy and Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. Where do we go next?"

Yukino Yukinoshita was contemplating whether she should find time to play a violin and piano duet with him when she heard his words. She interrupted her thoughts, glanced at Eriri, and replied, "You are more sensitive to the anomalies of this world. Sensing the entire territory of Britain, we will help Eriri get that sword in the lake as well."

Nomiyama and Eriri exchanged a glance.

"Are you really going to make her the queen here? No way, I don't agree."

Eriri Sawamura hesitated for a moment: "Um, Yukino, I'm not interested either."

Yukino Yukinoshita casually said, "You're overthinking it. I just thought that since I'm here, I might as well take their treasure with me."

“You really are the most…” Nomiyama shook his head.

"The most thrifty and hardworking household manager!" Eriri Sawamura interrupted him, adding the second half of her sentence.

......

Nomiyama met the fairy in the lake; she was quite pretty, but not as pretty as his girlfriend.

"Excalibur!!!"

"You're so annoying! Didn't you say you graduated from chuunibyou?" Nomiyama complained. "You said it twenty-six times along the way, twenty-six times!"

"What? You have a problem with that?" Eriri Sawamura glared at him and continued wielding her greatsword.

"So what if I have a problem with it? Huh?" Nomiyama laughed. "You don't want to fight me, do you? You're the kind of guy I'll beat up."

"Huh? That's because I haven't gotten used to the strength of the Lake Sword yet!" Eriri Sawamura gripped the sword with both hands and turned to face him.

"We're here, stop playing around." Yukino Yukinoshita stopped in the deserted alley and looked up at the shop.

arrive?

Nomiyama loosened Eriri's ponytail and looked up with her.

Sichuan Hot Pot

Nomiyama looked around, then finally looked at her.

Yukino lowered her eyes slightly: "I didn't let you try it when I passed by here last time, so I thought I'd make up for it."

Nomiyama leaned closer, bent down, and stared up at her slightly reddened eyes. After a moment, he straightened up again and said meaningfully, "I see."

As Yukino Yukino regained her composure, she asked calmly, "What do you mean?"

Nomiyama pulled her hand and walked into the store: "No, it's just that I feel so good to be able to eat hot pot with you."

"I want a hot pot with two broths." Eriri Sawamura followed behind them.

"You're such a spoilsport," Nomiyama said with disdain.

He looked at the approaching receptionist, gestured with his fingers, and said in fluent Chinese, "Thank you for your help, gentlemen."

Half an hour later, the four-person table was steaming hot.

One person kept panting as they gulped down soy milk, another wiped the red oil from their mouth and stared at him, and yet another dipped meat in clear broth, their eyes gleaming with mockery.

"Hey, isn't this Nomiyama Kazehaya, who prides himself on being able to eat spicy food? What's wrong with you?" Sawamura Eriri put the sliced ​​meat into a dipping sauce made of peanut sauce and sesame sauce and stirred it.

"Hiss... This spiciness is off, way too much for the broth I bought online." Nomiyama gasped for breath to catch his breath, then looked at the person across from him who was calmly continuing to cook tripe. This person had the same talent as Megumi, with an extreme tolerance for spiciness.

Thinking of Hui, he glanced almost imperceptibly at the person beside him.