After leaving jiro Asama, jiro Ramonu learned of Dream Weaver's whereabouts from a passing doctor, but she never expected to stumble upon such a riveting debate the mont she arrived.
Especially Dream Weaver's whimsical train of thought—it made her wonder if this was the sa reclusive Uma Musu who had once shut out the entire world.
But Dream Weaver was, after all, still a child.
This spirited nature suited her age far better. Her earlier aloofness was likely just a self-protective shell, built up under layers of accumulated pressure.
Watching the two suddenly freeze in place, jiro Ramonu let out a subtle sigh and thought to herself.
Still, she was puzzled. If even she hadn't been able to get Dream Weaver to open up before, how had jiro Ardan managed it?
She didn't recall her younger sister being any sort of social expert. In jiro Ramonu's mory, the frail jiro Ardan always preferred quiet corners alone. Yet now, she had drawn out expressions from Dream Weaver that even Ramonu had never seen.
How on earth did she do it?!
Could it be that jiro Ardan was a natural-born social genius, hidden all this ti for lack of opportunity—like a polished gem concealed in dust?!
As jiro Ramonu wrestled with her confusion, Dream Weaver snapped back to attention. She swiftly moved in front of jiro Ardan, shielding her, and spoke warily to jiro Ramonu.
"So you've caught up? But I won't go down without a fight!"
"Go on, call out all the lackeys your jiro family has in ambu—I an, stationed here! This Uma Musu who's seen the light and I will break through together!"
Shielded in front, jiro Ardan covered her flushed cheeks, utterly lost about what was happening, and stared blankly at jiro Ramonu.
Seeing the two of them, jiro Ramonu knew it wasn't the ti for wild speculation. She massaged her temples, a headache brewing.
"Anyway… could you just hear out first?"
As the future head of the family, jiro Ramonu couldn't force jiro Asama to speak if she was unwilling. She had only managed to pry a few shallow fragnts of the past from her.
But that was enough to establish so common ground with Dream Weaver. Using the eloquence and negotiation skills honed over years of training, jiro Ramonu engaged in a fierce exchange with the fugitive Dream Weaver—all while their "hostage" jiro Ardan remained caught between them.
A maid discreetly observing from the edge of the courtyard later recorded the following:
"Their verbal clash was so intense it seed to darken the skies and dim the sun and moon. As their clashing auras battled without surrender, even the very laws of the universe felt on the verge of collapse."
After dozens of minutes, her lips parched and throat dry, jiro Ramonu finally managed to half-convince Dream Weaver that the jiro family wasn't the den of villains she had imagined.
Exhausted, the two now sat slumped in chairs by the dining table.
jiro Ardan, who had witnessed the epic confrontation, looked on with admiration and handed each of them a glass of water.
Having seldom engaged in such intense exchanges herself, she found the experience strangely enlightening—useful, perhaps, if her gentle nature ever led her into a dispute.
"Let recap one last ti to confirm," Dream Weaver said, gulping down the last of her water before handing the cup back to jiro Ardan. She straightened her posture and addressed jiro Ramonu.
"Go ahead," jiro Ramonu replied, waving a hand dismissively as she drank. She'd already learned that Dream Weaver was far from the fragile, solitary foal she'd once imagined.
"First, the jiro family wanted to take in because of an agreent between my grandmother and your family head. They agreed that if anything happened to her, the last hope of the Northern family would be entrusted to your care."
At this, Dream Weaver still looked skeptical. Would her grandmother, who supposedly disliked jiro Asama so much, really make such an arrangent?
But then she rembered—the agreent was with the jiro family head, not necessarily jiro Asama. She set the doubt aside for now. After all, her grandmother had said she held no grudge against others in the jiro house.
Maybe the current head was an old friend of her grandmother's. That would explain the trust. It also made the story about the jiro family helping develop limiters more plausible—her grandmother's friend was now the family head, after all.
"Next, you are jiro Ramonu, and she is jiro Ardan." Dream Weaver pointed at jiro Ramonu across from her, then at jiro Ardan beside her.
"You both t my mother when you were young. After her passing, the frail jiro Ardan chose to recuperate here, far from the crowds."
Hearing this, jiro Ramonu raised an eyebrow and replied wearily, "Dreams, don't call us 'you' and 'her.' Ardan and I are your blood-related sisters."
But Dream Weaver rely sniffed lightly, ignoring Ramonu's words, and continued on her own terms.
"I have one more question." Dream Weaver gestured toward jiro Ardan. "Why does she look so much like my mother in her youth? And why do you act like you had no idea? Weren't you the one who saw the portrait at the Northern house? How could you not find the resemblance strange?"
jiro Ramonu set down her half-empty glass and answered seriously.
"Let address the second question first."
"Even before I saw the portrait at the Northern house, it had been years since I'd seen your mother. My mories had already faded."
Besides, in jiro Ramonu's eyes, jiro Ardan had always been her frail younger sister—that image was fixed, not easily linked to the elder sister figure from her childhood.
Only soone like Dream Weaver, eting jiro Ardan for the first ti with no prior impressions, would connect her appearance to their mother.
"Now for your first question." jiro Ramonu held up one finger, addressing both Dream Weaver and jiro Ardan.
What she was about to reveal, she herself had only recently learned. Facing Dream Weaver's question now, jiro Ramonu finally understood why the family head had chosen to disclose this here.
So you knew she would ask, and you wanted it to co from .
But why not say it yourself? If you'd shared this back in the office, things wouldn't have gotten so tense between us.
jiro Ramonu replayed her earlier conversation with the family head in her mind, thinking privately.
But thinking was one thing—her words didn't falter in the slightest.
"It's because Ardan also carries Northern family blood."
"Here in the jiro family, she is your closest sister by blood."
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