Inside the car.
"Zening Xin'er will be your personal bodyguard from now on."
At this moment, he sat in the front driver's seat, hands on the steering wheel.
In the rear compartment of the car.
Mirai lazily leaned against Mihoko Takayanagi, occasionally tilting her head to sip from the warm baby bottle in Mihoko's hand.
Mmm~
Comfy~
So comfy~
Even if a god appeared now, nothing could ruin this perfect life.
"Pfft~"
She parted her lips slightly, covering her face with her hand.
Mihoko Takayanagi couldn't help but laugh.
This regal posture of drinking breakfast milk like it's fine wine—
No matter how many times she witnessed it, it always made her smile.
After finishing the milk,
The young and drowsy Mirai turned into a puddle of mush,
Cradled like a doll in Mihoko Takayanagi's arms,
Letting her gently wipe the milk from the corner of her lips.
Time slipped by like a fleeting horse.
With a blink, it was dawn.
In front of a magnificent five-star hotel gilded in gold—
"...Master, future Master, we've arrived. It's time to get off."
Still in a haze of sleep,
Mirai heard Mihoko Takayanagi's familiar voice next to her ear.
Mirai didn't respond, only turned her head and continued sleeping.
"I'm sleepy~ I want a hug~"
Looking down, Mihoko saw Mirai's adorable sleeping face, her soft mumblings melting her heart.
She kissed Mirai's forehead tenderly with her red lips.
Her gentle voice flowed into the boy's heart like a clear spring.
"Sleep~ sleep, my darling~ sleep as long as you want~"
After handing the car keys to the hotel valet,
The top bodyguard dutifully opened the rear door without a word.
Mihoko gracefully stepped out of the car, holding Mirai in one arm and accepting Mr. Zenji's helping hand with the other.
But Naoto Zening, who sat in the front passenger seat, didn't receive such royal treatment.
Getting out alone,
He looked like a mistreated young wife,
Sniffling, glaring, hands stuffed in his pockets, muttering under his breath.
"I used to be the head of the Zenin family, why is the treatment so drastically different for different people?"
Covering her mouth to laugh,
The kind Mihoko Takayanagi comforted him gently:
"Naomi, you're so annoying~ Mirai is still just a child~"
Whiskers twitching,
Pouting with his old lips,
Naoto Zening grumbled:
"Didn't we all have childhoods..."
Off to the side,
Even Master Zenji couldn't bear to see his old comrade's twisted expression and dramatic complaints.
He retorted:
"You... an old ghost, and you still want to fight for Miss Mihoko's embrace with the young master?"
Cough cough cough!
Zening nearly choked on his own spit.
His adrenaline surged.
In a panic, driven by a massive survival instinct, he issued a series of denials:
"I didn't! I didn't! Don't spout nonsense!"
"Haha! Then shut up!"
With a cold chuckle, Zenji followed Mihoko and Mirai into the venue.
Zening was left alone at the entrance, sweating in the wind, utterly dejected.
...
"Welcome~"
"You're from the Zenin household, right? Please come this way~"
As soon as the group entered the hotel lobby, a smiling maid in a black lace mini-dress greeted them warmly.
It wasn't surprising she knew who Mirai and the others were—
This entire hotel belonged to the Gojo family.
Today, the venue had been cleared specifically to host royal guests from the three major houses.
Even the maids at the door were specially trained proactive sorcerers or mediums, all with considerable combat capability.
This alone showed the deep foundations of the three great royal families.
Top floor of the hotel.
The site of the three families' joint banquet.
At this moment, the place was bustling with guests.
Sorcerers of grade two, even grade one—seldom seen elsewhere—were everywhere.
After all, the attendees were the elites of their respective families.
They weren't exactly as common as stray dogs on the street, but compared to the strict and chaste residents of academic cities, they were plentiful.
And with Mirai's group arriving,
The three towering clans at the pinnacle of the sorcerer world—the Gojo family, the Zening family, and the Kamo family—
were now all present.
But—
They had arrived quite late.
Moreover, Mihoko Takayanagi had deliberately picked a corner where she could peacefully rest without disturbance.
Most people's attention had already been captured by a silver-haired, blue-eyed boy and a stunning woman across the venue.
The Six-Eyed Divine Child!
If the magical world had an app like TikTok, the term "Six-Eyed" would top the trending list year-round!
Just like the original legend—
Gojo Satoru's birth had triggered a massive quake across the entire magic world!
He was even ranked #1 on the underground curse-user bounty market, with a bounty of ten billion!
Far surpassing the one-billion standard from the original tale!
By the way—
The second place on that list was Mirai, with a bounty of five billion.
Both "Six Eyes" and "Ten Shadows" were rare techniques not seen for centuries.
With anticipation rising, the two were hailed as the "Twin Stars" of the sorcerer world.
True to the term, no one realized they were actually brothers.
From the moment they were born, they were revered and idolized—
Seen as the two brightest stars in the sky.
Now—
The young Gojo Satoru was being led by his mother, Yukino Fuyuki.
High-ranking members of all three royal families and side-branch officials surrounded them in layers, enthusiastically greeting the pair.
Naturally cold and mischievous,
If not for his promise to his mother to represent the Gojo family at this banquet, Gojo Satoru might've skipped it altogether.
Otherwise, he wouldn't waste a breath on this group of fools.
Calling them monkeys would be generous!
"Mrs. Yukino, can I have your autograph? As the great mother who gave birth to the Six-Eyed child, how do you feel?"
"Mrs. Yukino, is it true that, as rumored, your health declined after giving birth to the Six Eyes, making it impossible for you to work?"
"Mrs. Yukino, do you still have Gojo Satoru's baby cradle, cloth, pacifier, or anything? I'll buy them all—name your price!"
"Mrs. Yukino, how does Lord Gojo Satoru's strength compare with young master Mirai's? Have they ever fought in private?"
"Teacher Yukino, can you share Gojo Satoru's preferences? Like his favorite food, his favorite mall, what kind of girls he likes…"
"Ara~ Ara~"
"Ladies, no need to rush. One at a time..."
That Gojo Satoru even showed up was already a miracle.
To prevent his youthful arrogance from causing diplomatic disasters,
Yukino Fuyuki had to handle all the guests from the three royal families herself.
Once, the nobles of the three royal clans looked down on commoners as pigs, monkeys, ants—arrogant beyond compare.
Now—
They acted like crazed fans chasing a superstar.
Whether sincere or not, some were gathering intel, others waiting to stab someone in the back.
In short—
A bombardment of bizarre questions crashed down all at once.
Yukino was already exhausted, drenched in sweat, staggering under the pressure.
Her pale face flushed with sickly red.
Her condition resembled a phone overheating from overuse—on the verge of collapse.
Of course, Gojo Satoru noticed his mother's forced composure and anxious expression.
He was about to explode.
However...
A young but commanding voice suddenly cut through the crowd:
"Yakamashi!!!"
"So noisy! What's with all the noise!? Can't I just sleep in peace!?"
A wave of pressure swept over the room!
Everyone felt as if an invisible hand had gripped their hearts!
In an instant, the once-boisterous banquet hall fell into eerie silence.
So quiet you could hear a pin drop.