Yan Feng Shirou dragged a black suitcase in his left hand, humming a song in a hoarse voice, and walked leisurely up the ramp leading to the church.

The scene of the church on the top of the slope is the same as ten years ago, and the years have left no trace on the blue and gray bricks and stones.

After sighing for a moment, Shirou stepped into the church and there was only one person inside.

A boy in a black suit was walking from the church toward the gate when he saw a scarred boy walking in with his suitcase open and frowning in displeasure.

Although he had an illusion at first glance, Shirou Yan clearly noticed that his figure was clearly a woman.

Maybe it's someone you know.

Yan Feng Shirou's left face twisted friendly and dragged his suitcase past the girl.

The girl stood there motionless, and then—

"Bang--!"

The girl suddenly swung a heavy punch, and her sharp skill made the unexpected Shirou Yan Feng punch hard. He knocked away the neatly arranged benches in the church and fell to the ground. The suitcase fell to one side, making a heavy sound of landing, and a muffled groan.

The attacker easily knocked away the boy who was slightly heavier than himself, and the attacker said coldly.

"This punch was for Karen--!"

"Bazet, right? You mama--!"

There is no doubt that the only magician who appears around the adoptive father of the priest is this crazy guy.

Yan Feng Shifeng stood up in anger, and he threw the long chair away from the hindrance. He took out the pistol in a flash and pointed it at the magician who was attacking him.

Bazette didn't care about Yan Feng Shirou's threat. He bent down and picked up the suitcase that Yan Feng Shifeng had dropped. He didn't see her take out the weapon. He scratched her right hand and cut the suitcase open, and took out a beautiful girl with long silver hair from the box.

It was snatched by Yan Feng Shifeng from the Emi Palace residence, a girl named Iriya. Looking at the girl who had just been rescued from the suitcase, Bazette's face turned blue and black.

"You are the priest's son, why do you attack the priest's biological daughter? You even kidnapped such a girl just after you came back?!"

Bazette stared at Yan Feng Shifeng coldly, as if he was about to take action the next moment.

"Hehe, don't you know that our priest likes such young, beautiful and feminine girls the most? It's rare to see the priest, and you won't give him a meeting gift."

"Shameless - you actually slandered the father who raised you like this!!!!"

He was such an excellent lackey from the clock tower. He started to take action after just a few words. Yan Feng Shifeng looked at the woman who carefully put down the spoils he had snatched and rushed towards him. The woman who had no femininity at all, suddenly stepped back without any interest.

The girl was about to chase her and noticed a slender figure on the other side of the church.

"Father..."

Bazette stopped with a embarrassed expression.

"Bazet, can I say a few words to a child I haven't seen for many years?"

Yanfeng Kirei walked to the somewhat uneasy woman and his adopted son Yanfeng Shirou, ignoring the overturned chairs around him, the damaged suitcase, and the white-haired girl lying on the bench, and asked Bazette calmly and politely.

"Yes, sorry, Father Yan Feng, I'm just out of righteous indignation, and... this child...?"

Bazet said vaguely, pointing at the child brought by Yan Feng Shirou.

"That's the child of an old friend of mine. Although Yan Feng Shirou's handling method is not appropriate, he was brought by someone."

Seeing Bazette's at a loss, the priest added.

"Can Miss Bazette take care of this child first? I have something to say to Shirou."

"OK."

The capable girl in formal clothes answered her farewell nervously, then picked up the child and left in a hurry.

No matter how you look, the figure is running away, making Yan Feng Shirou, who has been silent next to him, unable to help laughing out loud.
Chapter completed!