After the retreat, The Witches were supposed to return to where they ca from, and the group left Yama's Palace.
However, just as she stepped out of Yama's Palace, Dorothy noticed a handso figure waiting not far from the entrance.
It was that Miss Judge from earlier.
The Hobody Witch thought for a mont, then suddenly turned to the Good Sister beside her and said.
"Sister, since we're here, why not show around the area? I want to see if there's anything fun or tasty in the underworld."
Of course, the Little Witch's words were obviously to deceive, and Miss Shepherdess easily saw through her sister's intentions.
But what can you do when your sister is acting so coyly? Of course, you agree with her.
"Alright then, let's walk around so more. This Underworld Country is indeed much more interesting than Japan. There's a place nearby where the cherry blossoms are beautiful."
Miss White Impermanence smiled and dotingly agreed to her sister's whims.
In response, Dorothy gratefully glanced at her Good Sister, then grabbed the clueless Aoandon by her side and pulled Miss Demon along to see the cherry blossoms.
anwhile, Ibuki Yuuki was "left behind" by everyone.
Miss Oiran naturally understood Dorothy's kind intentions. She looked gratefully at the leaving Witches and then turned her gaze to Miss Judge, but for a mont didn't know what to say.
Returning to one's hotown stirs up emotions.
When she was bored, she used to imagine such a scene and even prepared lists like "One Hundred Things I Want to Say." She thought there would be endless things to say at that mont.
But now, as fantasy turned into reality, faced with her mother superior so close, she couldn't utter a single word after trying for a long ti.
She just quietly walked up to the mother superior she was eting for the first ti, looking at her, hoping for her famously eloquent "charming" mother to initiate the conversation.
However, the dashing and carefree Miss Judge, who once chard countless beauties, now found herself at a loss, her lips opening slightly but quickly closing again.
Wanting to speak but hesitating, hesitating yet wanting to speak.
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The mother and daughter stared at each other for a long ti, eventually unable to hold back, both speaking simultaneously.
Ibuki Yuuki: "How have you been?"
Kamiizumi Hidetsuna: "Why did you make such a rash decision?"
The two exchanged looks again, slightly awkward.
Miss Oiran wanted to ask her mothers how they were doing in the Underworld Country.
Though from the fact that this paternal mother superior had beco a Judge under Lord Yama, they must be doing well. It was awkwardly grasping for words.
Miss Judge, on the other hand, was upset with her daughter for coming to the underworld at such a young age.
Even though her daughter perished with Kamo Tadayuki, avenging them, as a mother, she would have preferred her daughter to give up on revenge. She should have lived her own life instead of wasting it on old grudges.
But Miss Judge sighed after thinking about it, not saying much.
Her daughter probably had a tough ti up there alone all these years. Even if she didn't want revenge, the Kamo Family wouldn't have let her go easily. How a witch baby grew up under the oppression of her enemies, and eventually avenged them, was a sad thought.
Alas, it was because of the unqualified mothers that the daughter suffered.
Oh well, having the whole family together here isn't so bad. Life in the Underworld Country is actually more peaceful than up there.
Kamiizumi Hidetsuna regretted asking that foolish question earlier. She wanted to slap herself; she was practically rubbing salt in her child's wound.
She realized she should focus on taking her child ho and making up for her mistakes, giving her the warmth of a family, and not bringing up trivial matters from the mortal realm.
"Alright, no more of this; let's go ho. Your mother will be very happy to see you."
Miss Judge relaxed her tone and spoke gently.
However, as she spoke, she suddenly realized she didn't even know her daughter's na.
It was unavoidable; the daughter was born after both mothers died, so they never had the chance to na her.
Still, as a mother, not knowing her daughter's na was truly shaful. She wanted to ask but was too embarrassed to speak up.
Fortunately, this ti Ibuki Yuuki sensitively understood the dilemma of the mother superior in front of her.
As an Oiran, she was good at reading people's expressions.
"Ibuki Yuuki, my na is Ibuki Yuuki. I took my birth mother's surna and your title."
Miss Oiran smiled and replied proactively.
She had nad herself.
Her birth mother, the forr Oiran, had the stage na Ibuki, while her paternal mother standing here had the honorific title of a famous Sword Master in Japan, Yuuki.
"I see, it's a good na."
Kamiizumi Hidetsuna nodded in approval.
A smile couldn't help but spread across her face. If she had nad her daughter herself, she might have been too shy to choose such a sentintal na, but her daughter's choice of the na showed her filial piety.
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