The Gemini Princess wants me to confess my feelings!

When he got home, Kirihara Akira was quite surprised. He was surprised that he did not see the gloomy atmosphere or tense atmosphere he had expected. The unexpected quiet and peace made him think that he had gone to the wrong house.

However, he soon discovered the reason.

The last time the house turned into a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment, the root cause was the conflict between the housewife and her daughter, which clashed in a way that seemed earth-shattering.

Today, however, Mori Kiyoha has been relegated to the sidelines.

Therefore, there is no conflict, only judgment: the patriarch's judgment of the treacherous servant.

The person on trial was Asahi Watsumi. Looking at her face, which resembled that of someone who had lost their parents, the family trial seat seemed to be more intimidating to her than a real courtroom.

Judge Akari Mori didn't say much. After understanding the situation, she silently delivered her verdict.

It was neither a death sentence nor a life sentence, but rather a declaration that Asahi Kazumi was leaving the home she had lived in since childhood to face a real legal trial.

As Asahi and Kanade passed by, they glanced at Kirihara Akira, their eyes filled with not hatred, but only desolation and sorrow.

If she can stay in this house for another night, then the head of the household has done more than enough.

Kirihara Akira shook her head.

He walked to the solitary confinement room with ease, but Mori Kiyoha was not there. He stopped a passing maid and asked her, only to find out that Mori Kiyoha was in the library.

Hey, that's a rare thing.

He strode toward the library.

In the library, he only saw Shizue Mori.

Shizue Mori said, "She was just here."

Mori Shizue seemed to want to say something but stopped herself in the end, perhaps because she was hesitant, or perhaps because she felt that there were some things she should no longer say.

And the person who should be speaking out is currently avoiding the issue.

After pondering for a moment, Kirihara Akira lost interest; he had already run into enough snubs with that girl.

He decided to stop getting involved and ignore it, and walked back to his room.

After all that had happened, Kirihara Akira was inevitably exhausted. She returned to her room, still half asleep. The room was dark and gloomy with the curtains drawn.

So much so that when a refreshing fragrance entered his nostrils, his senses momentarily went blank, and he was stunned for a second before he reacted.

Kirihara Akira suddenly woke up and instinctively pressed the switch on the wall.

The lights came on, illuminating a girl in a light blue bathrobe sitting upright on the bay window.

"..." Kirihara Akatsuki was silent for a moment, then scratched her head and said, "I was just looking for you."

That person had a delicate face, so pretty that it seemed like one hand could fit it in.

It was the second young lady, Sen Qingye. She nodded slightly but did not speak, as if she did not know where to begin.

The robe was loose and conservative, and had no seductive meaning whatsoever. It even covered up the well-developed, budding waist.

Her proudly raised neck was slender and delicate, translucent like jade, with faint traces of youthful veins beneath her skin.

Unfortunately, from this angle, he couldn't see the feet and toes protruding from under the robe; they were delicate and slender, with full heels that fit perfectly against the buttocks.

Judging from her face alone, I always felt that the arrogance she displayed was somewhat different from usual.

Kirihara Akira sat on the bamboo chair, while Mori Kiyoha sat on the bay window, the two of them looking at each other in silence.

After a long pause, Mori Kiyoha spoke first: "The surveillance equipment installed in your room has been completely removed."

Kirihara Akira nodded.

"That's Asahi and Kanade's outfit," Mori Kiyoha said.

Kirihara Akira said, "I know."

"I asked her why she did such a thing," Mori Kiyoha said. "Mori Akari asked her the same question, but she didn't answer or try to explain herself."

"You two, master and servant, are quite alike." Kirihara Akatsuki couldn't help but laugh. "She probably also thinks that making excuses is a pitiful thing to do."

Sen Qingye heard the mockery in his words but was not annoyed. She said, "Explaining is also a despicable act, as if if someone makes a mistake, they should be forgiven once they shed a few tears."

People should pay the price for their mistakes.

"I can accept my own stupidity, but I cannot become despicable."

"Stupid?" Kirihara Akira looked up at her, repeating in surprise, not expecting that this was her assessment of herself.

"Everyone has limitations, there's nothing wrong with admitting that." Mori Kiyoha drew back the curtains, looked at the moon outside, as bright and silvery as her own, and said:

"Like Asahi Kasane, from her own perspective, she felt that using her innocence to frame you was a way to protect my innocence."

Kirihara Akatsuki stroked her chin and said, "So you're saying that the seduction that day and the camera in my room have nothing to do with you?"

"It wouldn't be accurate to say it was unrelated. When I arrived at the scene with my bodyguards, I basically understood what had happened, but I acquiesced to her actions," Mori Kiyoha said.

"At the time, I thought she did this entirely out of her own volition. I was also puzzled. Even if you did something to her, the servants in the house wouldn't take it too seriously. What would be the point?"

I only found out about the security camera today, and now that I think about it, it all makes sense.

"Why are you framing me?" Kirihara Akira asked. "It can't be some vulgar power struggle within a wealthy family, can it?"

Mori Kiyoha said indifferently, "It's vulgar infighting among the wealthy."

She said, "Almost everyone in the family thinks that you are the husband that Mori Juri found for me and my sister, a tool for keeping us in check."

Although this idea was wildly wrong, it definitely influenced Asahi Wakana's thinking.

"..." Kirihara Akira had a bit of a headache, pinching her brow as she pondered, then seemed to grasp the key point: "Balances, balances on whom?"

"Sanei Kaito."

Without needing to consciously recall, Kirihara Akira blurted out, "The young master of the Yamaei-kai?"

"You actually know them." Mori Kiyoha nodded. "It's ridiculous, isn't it? The prestigious Mori family has connections with the underworld. But this is the true face of the mansion you're staying in."

"Our main family needs to maintain absolute dignity and not let the branch families laugh at us. We must preserve our reputation in the haunted house community, while simultaneously resorting to such underhanded tactics for profit."

Kirihara Akira pondered her words, analyzing the information they revealed. After a long while, she looked up and said, "There are yakuza informants in this house... Wait, Asahi Kanade is one of them? So the moment I stepped into this house, she started targeting me."

"I naively believed she wasn't, so everyone thought I was the one who ordered her to do it," Mori Kiyoha said, pausing for a moment before shaking her head. "But Mori Akari probably figured it out a long time ago; she started clearing the nails out of the house a long time ago."

"I know there's a traitor in the family. I've suspected everyone except my sister and Asahi Kasano." She shook her head with a cold smile.

Kirihara Akira easily understood the meaning behind her words and finally grasped the source of her contradictory behavior and awkward demeanor: "So you called for trouble because..."

"To demonstrate their determination to acquire the Mori family's resources, they'll target any eligible man who approaches me and my sister." Mori Kiyoha revealed a seductive smile. "Being beaten up by me is better than having the yakuza come knocking and break your legs, right?"

"...That's a really shameless thing to say," Kirihara Akira said, shrugging.

"Hmph." Mori Kiyoha snorted coldly and said, "It's shameless of me to say that I'm hitting you for your own good. I do want you to stay away from me. After all, Shizue said you're a dangerous person. If Mori Akari really wants you to be my husband, I can't stand it."

Kirihara Akira laughed, looking up. "Marrying a woman as awkward as you as a wife is going to be quite a hassle."

This earned her a glare from Mori Kiyoha, and Kirihara Akira glared back defiantly.

After staring for a while, Kirihara Akira laughed, and Mori Kiyoha's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

Mori Kiyoha continued, "However, those students weren't entirely at my behest. At least I never ordered them to use knives. I just hinted to them that I didn't like them and they could be taught a little lesson."

"I could tell, but the knife was so dull it could be used as a brick, so I didn't really pay much attention," Kirihara Akira asked.

"However, my biggest question is about what happened today. Could you explain it to me?"