Chapter 53 Western Country

  "Father God, are you really not going to do anything about the person who is harming Your Majesty?" A slender and tall youth with pale skin and an absolutely beautiful face. The golden six wings displayed his noble status, he was the Right Wing of Heaven's Archangel Michael. His long golden hair flowed down like moonlight along his perfectly formed skeleton, falling to his waist, a circle of shining silver chain on his forehead, with gems hanging from it, deep red like a drop of blood. White short boots, gold silk wrapped up to the knee. Wearing short sleeves and shorts inside, with a long cloak outside. Deep red belt, all else was pure white. The sea-blue fabric covered the silver chain on his hand, colorful ribbons hung down from the collar, fastened by an amber button made of mermaid tears. Adding the headband, necklace, wide and close-fitting silver cuff... The seemingly weak youth was actually a seasoned veteran, cold-blooded and ruthless, with an absolutely noble status in Heaven as the Archangel.

  "Alas, this matter can only be accomplished by her alone, it is her destined tribulation." The master of all things, however, let out a deep sigh. If one were to say who the coldest person in the world was, it would probably be this old man who was currently sighing. As for what could tie down his heart, there was only those two treasures of his.

  "Father God, why are you packing your bags?"

  "Umm, Mikael, you're being too nosy!"

  "Hmm~" The mood is still stuck on the text message I received yesterday: "Kurenai, I'm going on vacation, and all tasks will be sent to you via text message. If you think about calling me, forget it, it's impossible to get through. If there are any requests, just send a text message to me, by the way, the next world is the "Inuyasha" world. What do you mean going on vacation?! Is paid leave still popular in this era?! Why can't I call you?! Is the signal bad where you're going on vacation?!

  I opened my eyes, still heavy with sleep, only to find myself lying in someone's arms. I knew I had traveled through time again, because he wasn't someone I recognized. His body carried a scent I had never smelled before... the faint fragrance of cherry blossoms.

  He lay on his side, but when he lifted his head, a pair of golden eyes met his gaze. It was clear that he had been awake for some time before the young man woke up. He blinked several times and tilted his head to ask, "Who are you?"

  “...Killing Life.” The young man spoke faintly, his handsome face no less than that of the Blood Clan. His pale cheeks had two red stripes on each side, and his silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall onto the bedding. Only his golden eyes seemed somewhat dim when he looked at the person asking him questions.

  As soon as I heard the name Sesshomaru, I knew it, because the mission sent by God a few days ago was in the world of "Inuyasha". The task is to replace a girl who often loses her memory, but does this anime have such a character? And Sesshomaru looks like he's only around 12 years old, which time period did God throw me into...

  Since I'm a girl who often loses her memory, I had no choice but to pretend. "Where is this place?"

  "The palace of the Western Country." Kishinmaru sat up, and continued to answer the child's question as if he had answered it countless times before. "Your name is Sakura, you are a human saved by your father in the war."

  Nodded vaguely, then looked at his own body. His body hadn't changed, he was still a blood clan member. As for why they thought he was human, it should be because there were no blood clans in Japan's Warring States period, after all, the blood clans had immigrated from England, and besides, he didn't suck blood.

  "Excuse us, Lord Korosumaru." A woman's voice echoed from the entrance hall, followed by two women in identical kimonos pushing open the sliding doors and entering. Both were stunningly beautiful with an otherworldly charm...

  Killing Life Maru stood up and let the maid change his clothes, wearing a white kimono with scarlet cherry blossoms printed on it. A blue sash was tied around his waist, followed by a similarly blue thin cord, then he put on a demon armor and fluffy fur... His silver-white long hair had a crescent moon mark on his forehead, two red demonic stripes on each cheek, the white kimono fluttered with scarlet cherry blossoms, golden eyes shining brightly, exuding an aura of nobility.

  Seishinmaru adjusted his attire and left a sentence behind before turning around and walking out the door. "I'll be waiting for you outside."

  I looked at the two maids whose love had long since dissipated, and then saw that as a 'human', my eyes were filled with contempt, thick jealousy and unwillingness.

  I put on tabi socks and stood up to let them help me change. They reluctantly took out the kimono, helped me put it on, and tucked the sleeves of the undergarment into the kimono sleeves. They adjusted the back seam of the kimono to the center of my back, then used clips to secure the collar of the undergarment and the kimono. After adjusting the height with their hands, they opened the kimono and placed the front edge at the position of the waistbone, determining the width of the front. Slowly opening the front, they then closed the bottom and adjusted the width, raising the lower hem by 10 cm to create a diagonal line. They tied the first thin cord around my waist. The sash was wrapped from the front of the body, crossed over in the back, and returned to the front to tie a knot. They smoothed out the wrinkles on my waist. Their hands went through the opening of the kimono sleeve to check if the kimono was properly secured by the sash, smoothing out any excess fabric on my back. They tied the second thin cord under my chest, pulling the excess fabric tight and making the front a horizontal line. They adjusted my waist, tied a small sash called "ita" in front of my chest, and then removed the clips from the collar...

  I sat in front of the copper mirror, looking at myself in the mirror. The maid gently combed my hair. For the first time, I seriously looked at myself wearing a kimono. I had hardly worn a kimono a few times before. When I was young, my brother only dressed me in British clothes, and when I was in that world, I didn't wear kimonos either. The white kimono was scattered with pale pink cherry blossoms, the sleeves were short and easy to move around, and when spread out, it was a painting of cherry blossoms flying, very beautiful.

  She put on the silver-made, pale pink cherry blossom hair ornament, looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction, then put on her wooden clogs and pushed open the paper door. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting."

  Kisuke saw that the girl's icy gaze had warmed up a lot, and there was no longer an intimidating or freezing atmosphere around her. Kisuke acknowledged this girl following him, he liked the feeling of being with her, although she was a fragile human, although she often forgot who she was, and even forgot about him... "Sakura, let's go."