I'm really not an old sword

Ayaka Sajo immediately thought of that strong and beautiful woman, and of course, mainly of that passionate night.

But as she thought about it and looked at the woman in front of her, she suddenly realized that this woman with a gentle smile actually looked about 70% similar to Misaya, but she was always gentle while Misaya was always cold and arrogant, so she didn't think of them as the same thing at all.

"Are you her sister?"

"No." Madam Linglong covered her mouth and chuckled, "I am her mother."

"Mother?! But you look very young, not much older than us..."

Sajo Ayaka suddenly thought of something incredulous and her eyes widened.

"Could it be a mother-daughter bowl?!"

Madam Linglong was taken aback for a moment, then she repeated thoughtfully, "Mother and daughter donburi?"

"Uh, uh, uh, sorry, sorry, I was just talking nonsense, please don't mind it!"

"No, I don't care."

Madam Linglong Pavilion simply held her face with one hand, her beautiful eyes flickering slightly as if she was thinking about something.

When she came to her senses, she seemed to have figured something out and breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Sajo Ayaka and smiled slightly: "It's me who should thank you, Ayaka-chan."

"what?"

Sajo Ayaka didn't know why Lady Linglongguan wanted to thank her.

But she didn't say anything when asked, just held my hand and talked about family matters.

After a while, Mrs. Linglongguan was called away by the maid, apparently because of something, leaving Sajo Ayaka alone in her bedroom.

Bored Sajo Ayaka looked around and suddenly saw an open notebook on the table.

"This is..."

Ayaka Sajo was a little curious, so she walked to the table and took a closer look.

“So it’s a diary.”

She immediately turned around and planned to go back to sit down. She didn't have the habit of reading other people's diaries.

But as soon as she turned around, she stopped moving.

"Maybe there's something going on with him up there."

When she thought of this, desire immediately surged in Sajo Ayaka's heart.

She was really curious about Lin Qingsu.

Not only was I curious about him, but I was also wondering why he was so nice to me, and why I felt uncomfortable.

"Just take a look to see if he's there. Don't read anything else."

Sajo Ayaka turned around in a dilemma and reached out for the diary, but when she thought of the gentle Lady Linglongguan, her outstretched hand stopped.

"Forget it, it's not important. I just want my brother."

Suddenly, the train seemed to have just reached the river, and a wind stronger than usual blew in through the window.

The diary then made a rustling sound as it was turned.

Sajo Ayaka's eyes subconsciously fell on the diary. She glanced at the contents on it carelessly and immediately froze in place.

"He is, big brother?!"

Chapter 8: The Lady's Ambition (K)

"Ms. Sajo."

Sajo Ayaka turned her head in a daze, and saw a white-haired maid standing at the bedroom door.

The maid bowed slightly and said, "Madam told me to prepare water for your bath before she left. The hot water is ready. Would you like to take a bath now?"

Sajo Ayaka didn't want to listen.

Her mind is now full of the question of "Is Lin Qingsu and others equivalent to big brothers?"

Thinking back to the inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy she had felt over the past few days, Sajo Ayaka began to believe it.

Although he is very good to me, according to normal logic, I would not trust others so easily, let alone develop a good impression of a man.

However, Sajo Ayaka found it completely unbelievable.

Lin Qingsu and her elder brother have nothing in common!

'Why did Big Brother become an ordinary person?', 'Big Brother was clearly a blond, blue-eyed Westerner, so why did he become an Oriental with black hair and black eyes?', and 'Since Big Brother is back, why doesn't he go look for her and her sister?' Questions flooded her mind.

In short, there are many, many questions that cannot be explained.

Believe it or not.

The two thoughts kept intertwining and colliding. Desire made her seize every possible opportunity to question him, but reason made her calm down.

Sajo Ayaka now doesn't know whether she should go find him.

She now really wanted to go to Olga Marie's room to question Lin Qingsu and ask him what was going on.

But he also felt it was unbelievable and suspected that he had just seen it wrong. He had to at least ask Madam Linglong Pavilion. What if Lin Qingsu was not it? What if he disturbed their business and Olga Marie didn't help him find his elder brother's holy relic? What should he do then?

"Madam Linglong Pavilion, where is she?"

"I don't know." The maid said, "You look very unwell. Perhaps you should relax. Madam is busy now and will be back soon. It won't be too late to tell Madam if you have anything to say then."

Sajo Ayaka nodded in a daze, trying hard to calm down.

No matter what, no matter whether Lin Qingsu is the older brother or not, her most sensible behavior now is to indirectly ask the owner of the diary, Madam Linglongguan herself.

As for going to find her now?

Not to mention whether it can be found, what should we say after we find it?

Did he peek at her diary?

What if I make her angry and she doesn't tell me?

Having waited for thirteen years, Sajo Ayaka barely suppressed her inner impatience and said, "Thank you."

......

"Thank you very much."

After leaving the room, Trisha, who was guarding the door, walked him to the door of this carriage and bowed slightly.

"It's ok."

Lin Qingsu understood that she was not being sarcastic, but was truly thanking her.

Olga Marie had always been very strong and had never cried. She was in great pain but refused to tell anyone about it. But today he allowed her to completely release her feelings. Trisha was probably grateful to him for this reason.

"We'll talk about her and me when she comes of age."

Trisha was slightly startled, then her eyes lit up: "I understand."

After leaving Olga Marie's room, Lin Qingsu went straight to Qingyue's room in Linglong Pavilion to stay there for a few nights.

He didn't plan to have his own room anymore.

He even didn't plan to go out for dinner these few days, so he let Olga Marie treat Sajo Ayaka to dinner, and the two of them would continue to be good sisters. He could also treat Ayaka as his younger sister through Olga Marie's relationship.

"Owner?"

I knocked on the door and it was opened by the little maid from Linglong Pavilion.

Recently, Qingyue of Linglong Pavilion asked them to call him master, and after the initial awkwardness, Lin Qingsu gradually surrendered to this decadent feudalism and became addicted to the maids with different styles calling him master.

"What about her?"

"The lady went out with the housekeeper, leaving me alone."

"Is there any extra room?"

"some."

"Prepare one for me tonight. I have some problems with my room and I'll be staying here for the next few days."

"Yes!"

The little maid ran into a bedroom and tidied it up.

Lin Qingsu walked to the main bathroom, intending to wash up and go to bed after the maid tidied the room, and then go to find Miyamoto Musashi to practice sword.

Seeing the foggy glass, Lin Qingsu was stunned for a moment, then opened the door.

The maid said it herself, Qingyue and the head maid went out, leaving her alone. That was probably because Qingyue took a bath before going out of Linglong Pavilion, or planned to take a bath after coming back. If the water was not running, he could have soaked in it and relaxed no matter what.

But as soon as she entered the door, Lin Qingsu was stunned.

His eyes met the misty blue eyes of the girl in the bathtub.

"Why are you here?"

Lin Qingsu blurted out subconsciously, then reacted and immediately turned around to walk out.

"Sorry, I didn't know there was anyone inside..."

"stop!"

Sajo Ayaka's voice was cold and imposing.

Lin Qingsu stood where she was.

Sajo Ayaka ordered, "Close the door and come here."

Lin Qingsu thought about it and closed the door and walked over.

"what happened to you?"

Very arrogant, like her, but also a little unlike her to be arrogant in this situation.

Standing by the bathtub, Ayaka Sajo's body sank, with only her head exposed above the water, her beautiful blue eyes looking into his.

There was a thick mist in her eyes, as if she had just cried.

But there was no emotion in her eyes. They looked at each other for a long time without saying anything, just looking at him. Just when Lin Qingsu didn't know what she was going to do and was about to ask, Sajo Ayaka opened her cherry lips slightly.

"Big brother."

The girl's tone, which had been cold just now, suddenly became unusually sweet.

Exactly the same as when I was a kid.

Lin Qingsu was stunned, and she seemed to be back to her childhood. She had a look of nostalgia and then was suddenly startled.

How did she know?

Sajo Ayaka, who had been staring at Lin Qingsu, noticed the change in his expression.

"Are you really my brother?"

The girl's voice trembled, and tears welled up in her beautiful light blue eyes.

Lin Qingsu sighed: "It's me."

He had considered whether to tell her before, but later because his family was not yet stable and he was worried that Aige would cause trouble and he couldn't stop her, of course the most important thing was that Sajo Ayaka suddenly said "I like him" and he was stunned.

Now that I've been exposed, there's no need to lie anymore.

Instead, Sajo Ayaka shook her head in disbelief: "Impossible, you can't be my brother..."

"The first time I met you was late at night on the second day of the Holy Grail War."

"You were half asleep and went downstairs to get some water. You fell on the way upstairs, and I was the one who held you. You saw I was injured and ran upstairs to get me a Band-Aid. I also gave you a dolphin stuffed animal."

Sajo Ayaka's cherry lips moved slightly, and she no longer doubted his identity.

This is something only she, her brother and sister know.

"elder brother?"

Sajo Ayaka looked at Lin Qingsu blankly.

The joy and grievances accumulated in my heart for more than ten years burst out in an instant, and tears as big as beans slid down my cheeks.

"why?"