Chapter 470
The Past
Karasuma Mochizuki didn't want to recall that family anymore.
Even though she has been gone for years, she still feels fear whenever she sees a snake or the symbol of the ouroboros, and sometimes she is even awakened by nightmares.
but now……
Karasuma Renya looked at her, his voice devoid of emotion: "Do you want to call him? He said he hasn't seen you in almost ten years and misses you very much."
Karasuma Mochizuki couldn't help but shudder. Her rejection of that family and her guilt towards her son were intertwined, making it impossible for her to tell which emotion was stronger.
She remained silent for a long time before slowly saying:
"it is good."
She got the contact information, then went next door and used the phone there to call the boy—who should now be called Godivaser.
She knew her phone was being tapped; such devices were everywhere in the mansion. Her palms were sweaty as she dialed the numbers one by one. A few seconds later, the call was connected on the other side of the ocean.
"Hello?" It was a boy.
Ten years later, Karasuma Mochizuki recognized the other person instantly. She gripped the phone tightly, opened her mouth, but found that no sound came out.
The person on the other end waited patiently for a few seconds, as if guessing something: "Mom...? Is that you?"
Karasuma Mochizuki stared at the wall in front of him for a long time before finally letting out a soft "hmm".
The person on the other end chuckled: "As expected, he said he'd tell you to contact me. It's been over ten years, Mom. How have you been? My sister… I remember she changed her name to Sakura, right? How's she doing?"
Karasuma Sakura—this is the name Karasuma Mochizuki gave to her daughter. After her divorce, she not only changed her surname back to her original surname but also gave her daughter a Japanese name. Sakura symbolizes her longing for her hometown.
Hearing the young man's cheerful voice, Karasuma Mochizuki was momentarily at a loss for words. She would rather he be sarcastic or question her loudly than act as if nothing had happened.
She called his name softly, then asked, "You've started getting involved with the organization?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a reply in the same unchanging tone: "Yes."
"Why?" she couldn't help but ask. "Did that man... your father, agree to it?"
The man she married was one of the heirs, so why would she let her son do such dirty work?
“No, I came here of my own accord,” Goldwasser said. “Although they don’t think much of the Karasuma family and organization, they are also on guard—after all, they are a group of ruthless thugs who kill without blinking an eye. If they were to be shot at one of these days, God and doctrine would not protect them from the bullets. So they need to send someone in to keep an eye on things, and I’m just the right person.”
Karasuma Mochizuki: "..."
She didn't believe the other end was unaware that the call was being tapped—could such a blunt statement be said so directly?
“Don’t talk about me, Mom.” Goldwasser, seemingly oblivious to her worries, asked like an ordinary person who had moved to another city and was calling home, “It’s Christmas soon, are you going to come visit me in America?”
Karasuma Mochizuki instinctively said, "No, I don't want to go back."
She quickly realized what was going on and hurriedly tried to salvage the situation: "You can also come to Japan and see for yourself. This is where the organization is based, and you can also meet your sister."
Goldwasser gave a "hmm," as if seriously considering the suggestion: "I've been a bit busy lately, so it might be a few years from now."
Karasuma Mochizuki secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
With those few words as a buffer, she had already thought of many topics to discuss next. However, just as she was about to smoothly bring up her daughter, the other person suddenly threw out a sentence:
"Oh, right, there's something I forgot to tell you. My father is dead, and all my half-siblings, who could fill an entire football league, are gone too. It's actually very safe for you to come to America."
He spoke calmly and gently.
"I'm busy with work right now, so I won't say much more. Mom, I'll call again when I have time. I hope to hear Sakura's voice next time."
The call ended abruptly as Karasuma Mochizuki remained stunned. "…………"
Karasuma Mochizuki stared at the phone in his hand, listening to the long, drawn-out busy tone, and stood there for a long time.
Her back was unknowingly covered in cold sweat.
……
Karasuma Mochizuki's life did not change much.
The only difference is that she calls the United States every now and then, or receives calls from there.
Goldwasser rarely mentioned the organization to her; he talked to her more about everyday matters.
He mentioned that he had bought a small island surrounded by the sea, but the foundation was very stable, allowing him to build a large underground space. He planned to move there. One day, he also mentioned that he had his eye on a bar in New York and wanted to go check it out.
Karasuma Mochizuki was somewhat worried, not about her son drinking underage—he had just turned sixteen, which was the legal drinking age in both the United States and Japan—but about his safety.
"It's too dangerous. You should at least bring a few bodyguards," she advised.
"No, that bar is very close to a military base. Soldiers often go there. The guys from the organization have too distinctive aura; they'll definitely be recognized."
Knowing she couldn't dissuade him, Karasuma Mochizuki could only ask, "What's the name of that bar?" She would look it up herself after the call ended.
“Girasol,” Goldwasser said, “means sunflower in Spanish.”
After that, Goldvasel didn't contact Karasuma Mochizuki for several days. She didn't find it strange, nor did she bother him, since they usually only contacted each other once a week.
Sure enough, she received another call a week later.
Goldwasser's first words shocked her: "Mom, I've been assassinated."
Karasuma Mochizuki: "?!!"
Ignoring her daughter's curious glances as she passed by, she turned her back, lowered her voice, and anxiously asked, "What happened?!"
“It’s alright, they’re all dead. Their skulls are still on my desk. I made them into pen holders. Would you like to see them?” Goldwasser comforted her.
Karasuma Mochizuki refused.
Then his next sentence completely stunned her:
I'm in love.
"Goldwasser said in a detached tone."
“I fell in love. I met my Aphrodite—she was more beautiful than any woman I had ever seen. When she carried me and jumped from the tenth floor to another building, I fell hopelessly in love with her. I swore that I would marry no one but her in this life.”
"I proposed to her on the spot, but she told me to wait until I was fully grown."
"—What should I do, Mom? Do I still have a chance? How should I pursue this type of woman? She's a little older than me and doesn't seem to like men who are too young."
His voice was filled with earnest distress. (End of Chapter)