Kiyomi Liuli grimaced and didn't respond to such nonsensical talk.
Given Nanahara Takeshi's quirks, choosing a place up north to live, he would likely complain about the cold when winter came, or rant about the sparsity of people, the inconvenience of shopping, transportation issues, or something else. Let him live in the Immortal Palace and he'd still find fault. She had heard too much of this nonsense over the past four months and didn't want to bother with it.
Nobody spoke again, they just sat there cooling off—just short of sticking their tongues out. In fact, they were so out of sorts that they didn't even have the appetite for lunch when the door burst open and Sumaru Yuki rushed in with a small watermelon in her arms, blurting out, "Master, are you on holiday yet?"
"Yes," Nanahara Takeshi answered offhandedly. Today, they were officially on holiday.
