Ichimaru Hime 소설 & 이야기

So, as if the most delicious plans were beginning to form in my mind, I scheduled a series of meetings for the next three weeks to get to know them all and choose a bride who suited me. This would give me time to study my prey. Hiroshi had two legitimate daughters with his wife. Dai and Ima Yagami. The first was ambitious, shrewd, intelligent, and according to reports from my infiltrators, she advised her father in business matters. She held power within the clan, and the council held her in high esteem. She was also a fighter, a combatant, and quite ruthless. As such, she was automatically excluded from my marriage plans, as she would destroy me at the first opportunity to turn my machinery

A convoy followed closely behind as we driven. The ride was gloomy. The car came to a stop and the doors were opened for us. We were in a large compound filled with Japanese styled houses and castle. A family of five were waiting for us as we got down from the vehicle. They consisted of two males and three females. The oldest was the father, Hashirama Kishimoto. Sixty five years of age and current CEO of Blue Mountains. Next was the wife, who looked much younger Akane Kishimoto, and their three daughters Kurenai, Sarada and Azumi. There was one person missing from the equation.

Shuten laughed. "You're indeed the best tactician in Saffronesia's business world." Ayo sneered. "That's just a name with no value. I want to take over Templer Road and complete Neuf Chrys Club's mission, allowing Mr. Yamamoto to increase his investment in Lumigen Pharmaceutical." She then approached the couch in the living room, picked up a kimono, and put it on. The kimono's print had brightly colored cherry blossom motifs. With Ayo's graceful figure, any man would be unable to resist her.

She pointed at the white kimono again. "Is that a shiromuku?" Akiko finally managed to name the kimono correctly. "Yes," Miura confirmed with a wide smile. Shiromuku was a white kimono traditionally worn for Shinto weddings. "Am I supposed to wear it? Me?" Akiko pointed at herself. "Yes, because you're getting married again today. You’re going to have the wedding ceremony you never had before," Miura said with a beaming smile.

Fatu added "Fatu, you amaze me, I know you're smitten by one of the slave maidens that came along side Amira, I've seen the way you look at her" Kamur said "That reminds me Amir, I wanted to ask if you could sell Cara to me, I'll be ready to pay just any thing" Fatu pleaded "As a way of making up for my absence from our wrestling match I'll give you both one slave each without any cost of which you'll make your choice.I'll order my guard to bring them to your house this evening" Amir said

So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know. Ranks are based on letters, with A being the first, followed by the next. Ameira was ranked first because her body was the most powerful, and when it comes to intelligence, she has the highest IQ among the rest. That's why she became the special subject of every experiment and was too horrible to remember her past. She doesn't want to remember any part of her past.

“Gamma Francis, please accompany Yuriko and Charles to the dungeons.” “And don’t forget to get those names from him so we can get Andrew on it right away.” Francis and Yurkio both nod their heads at Jamari’s order. When the three of them leave the room Henry walks over and plops himself in the seat that Charles was sitting in, a tired look on his face. I pull Jamari in closer as I whisper in her ear, “Being Queen looks good on you Okami.” A blush creeps up her cheeks at my compliment.

“Unlikely. Thanks to you, I now have Gifu for that.” Miriam was still fuming as she left the dwelling. Her costume was gradually taking on the attributes of a Viking woman, though she insisted on not carrying a knife. She looked good in anything she wore. “What shall I do, my lord Jarl?” the older woman asked. Her face was serious now, respectful. “See to your mistress. Make sure she does not fall over and hurt herself.” The answering smile also told him they would get along. “It will be my pleasure,” she said, dipping her head so that he saw the blood welling up in her parting.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.

Haru Uncle Jin took me into a room that I assumed was his office. It was a neat place, with a study desk and chair on one side and a sitting area on the other. There were even murals on the walls, too. One of them caught my eye—it was of a beautiful girl in layers of colorful kimonos and surrounding her were mystical creatures: a dragon, a fox, a snake, and a cat. “That’s beautiful, Uncle,” I said, nodding toward the mural. “It looks like it’s in the Heian era, the setting.”