CHAPTER 741: CHAPTER 454: NEVER REPEAT THE SAME MISTAKES!

"No, no way!" Taira Sakurako was a bit panicked; her joyful solitary life was ending before it even began: "What I mean is, there’s no need to be in such a hurry! Doesn’t Fushimi Roku hate staying up late? He definitely wouldn’t want to get on the car... Oh right, did you two reconcile?"

Minamoto Tamako thought to herself that her guess was right, Sakurako was hiding at home because of their argument: "We made up... it was just a small misunderstanding, rest assured, we’ll be going back soon!"

With that, she hung up the phone, patted Fushimi Roku on the shoulder, and urged him to quickly go home and pack their bags.

Fushimi Roku and Taira Sakurako had packed their luggage, but her belongings remained untouched at the old house.

Not to mention those two sets of kimonos, which absolutely had to be brought back to Tokyo intact, to personally return to mom, otherwise mom might roast her alive.

Fushimi Roku wished to gloss over it; he took Minamoto Tamako home, helped tidy things up, and called a cab to the station.

As for the Ducati, they simply left it in the yard, with the key under the carpet, notifying the Kujo Family to send someone to pick it up.

While waiting for the car, Fushimi Roku suddenly realized that Taira Sakurako had a point, they should be enjoying their couple time in Hokkaido!

It was hard enough to get a confession heating up, alone with a woman in a room, no cameras and no nosy people, not even worrying about poor Japanese real estate’s soundproofing issues, because there was nothing around, you could let loose in the countryside...

If memory serves, many sites in Japanese romance films are set in the countryside where everyone enjoys the primal indulgence of nature.

Damn, I was careless.

Fushimi Roku, holding his suitcase, glanced at his watch and suddenly said: "We might miss the last train, why don’t we set off tomorrow? Let’s spend the night at the old house..."

Minamoto Tamako was holding the sealed kimonos, puzzled: "But you took the bedding, we’ve got nowhere to sleep tonight."

"It’s not like we haven’t slept together before." Fushimi Roku yearned for the lack of bedding.

Minamoto Tamako caught the hint, her face turned a little red.

On one hand, she basked in the joy of recovering what was lost, on the other, she felt a strong guilt towards Sakurako... Frankly speaking, she kind of wanted to stay one more night at the old house and be close to Mr. Deer, girls’ hormones were so strong, when emotions were right, the urge to stick to the one you like was irresistible.

But her sense of morality was stronger than Fushimi Roku’s, no matter what, she couldn’t just leave Taira Sakurako alone in Tokyo and stay with Fushimi Roku enjoying couple time in Hokkaido.

This would feel like excluding little Sakurako.

"Well, let’s talk about it when we go back..." Minamoto Tamako used the kimonos as a turtle shell, covering herself to shield Mr. Deer’s gaze: "When we get home... Sakurako should be asleep."

Fushimi Roku got the hint, said no more, instead, shook his legs impatiently, wondering what was taking the darn cab driver so long.

The two stood side by side at the small courtyard gate, and after a while, the cab driver stopped by the road, they got on the car one after another, rushed to the station, and bought the nearest train ticket—it took three to four hours from Otaru to Tokyo, this was already the fastest route.

While riding, Minamoto Tamako chatted with Fushimi Roku, she felt immensely happy tonight, having done things she had never dared to before, it felt like a complete adventure.

The princess knight charged forward, embarked on a journey, experienced all sorts of adventures, and finally won the prince back, what happiness and joy!

She recounted her experiences at the Kujo mansion in the past few days, although Fushimi Roku hadn’t heard much about any danger or difficulty in Minamoto Tamako’s story, only capturing the happy daily life of a humble housekeeper and the Kujo family’s young miss.

It seemed she had been having quite a fun time these past few days!

Fushimi Roku nodded absent-mindedly, increasingly feeling how foolish his previous obsessive thoughts were. Had he just gone to the Kujo house earlier to ask, none of the ensuing chaos would have happened.

Minamoto Tamako shared her ’autographed copy from the author’, ’tabletop RPG game winner’s medal’, ’first place in simulation reasoning case’, and ’photo from a joint baseball game’, before concluding:

"Thinking back, it was truly thrilling, huh!"

Fushimi Roku squinted his eyes, was silent for a moment, couldn’t help but ask: "What was thrilling? Were you talking about riding the motorbike through a window?"

Minamoto Tamako nodded, sitting in a window seat, swinging her legs, she made herself some instant noodles: "That was thrilling too, it was really dangerous, I almost became a spoiled miss who wastes away!"

Fushimi Roku recalled Kujo Hikari’s demeanor, nodded with agreement: "Indeed."

Yes, this matter isn’t over yet, later, he would still have to check and see Kujo Hikari’s final judgment result. If unsatisfactory, he would still do what he had to do.

After all, it’s not a bother.

Minamoto Tamako placed her chopsticks on the lid of her cup noodles, waiting for them to be ready, she continued: "This confession will be a cherished memory for life, and I’ll put the confession gift to good use!"

Fushimi Roku was feeling a bit hungry too, it was easy to crave a midnight snack in the evening, he opened a peach can and started eating with a toothpick, chewing while saying: "Did you misspeak? Shouldn’t a gift be cherished for life, and memories be put to good use?"

Minamoto Tamako cradled her cup noodles in her small hands, asking: "How do you use memories?"

Fushimi Roku administered moral impact: "If you get mad in the future, just use this memory to suppress your anger to prevent doing something irrational again."

Minamoto Tamako made an ’oh’ sound, recalling the trouble she caused these past few days over her tantrums, feeling culpable, nodded, and whispered: "I got it."

Taking advantage, Fushimi Roku added: "Of course, the gift should be cherished well, I don’t need to spell it out for you, right? When we both grow old, in fifty or sixty years, you take out the Redemption Voucher, reminiscing our days together..."

Minamoto Tamako imagined for a moment, it indeed felt wonderful, she rejoiced a bit, giggled, and assured that she would cherish it well.

As her instant noodles were ready, she opened the lid and slurped some, replenished her energy, rebooted her brain, she then realized: "Eh, wait a minute—"

Minamoto Tamako with her mouth full of noodles, turned and asked: "Doesn’t that mean I can’t use it?"

Fushimi Roku continued eating his peach can, looked down and said: "You can use it, but if you do, your confession gift will be gone, vanished like sand in the wind, by the time fifty or sixty years pass, you’ll have nothing left to show."

"Eh..."

Minamoto Tamako slurping her noodles, furrowed her little eyebrows: "Doesn’t seem right?"

"What’s wrong?" Fushimi Roku, chewing on his peach can, mumbled: "It’s entirely your choice if you use it or not, I’m not forcing you."

"True that."

Minamoto Tamako nodded, eating while pondering.

She finished the noodles in a few bites, drank the broth, covered her little mouth and slyly belched, suddenly flashed with insight, clenched her right hand into a fist and struck her left palm: "I think I can have you give me a more meaningful gift!"

Since it’s a Red Redemption Coupon, theoretically she could make Fushimi do anything... asking him for a more meaningful gift was within reach.

"Of course," Fushimi Roku wished she would waste it like that: "Are you thinking of using it that way?"

Minamoto Tamako waved her little hand, then took out a small detective-style prop pipe, pretending to ponder: "No, let me think, this needs to be considered carefully..."

The last Red Redemption Coupon was wasted so casually, this time she learned her lesson, absolutely refusing to make the same mistake again!