The Neighborhood High School Girl, Miss Isezaki, Is the Great Saintess Returned from Another World~ And I, Suddenly Awakened as Her Exclusive Mana Supply Uncle, Travel Between Earth and Another World with Time-Space Magic~ - 89. Let Me Make it Clear

89. Let Me Make it Clear

Isezaki-san intervened between Juuzou and me, swaying gently.

“Grandpa Juuzou… please stop. I won’t allow any more insults towards my uncle. …Yes, I absolutely won’t.”

Her voice, tinged with a quiet anger, seemed to unsettle even Juuzou, who typically remains composed. He responded, his eyes shifting, as if trying to smooth things over.

“N-No, I’m just thinking of Seina-chan’s well-being. I understand that my words might be bothersome for Seina-chan, who is still young. …But, you see, there are plenty of despicable people in this world who crawl around seeking easy gains. Sometimes, it’s necessary to firmly admonish them—”

“My uncle is not the kind of person who would deceive or manipulate me. I’d rather be treated nicely—cough, anyway, I have absolute trust in my uncle. That will never change. Besides, it’s not for Juuzou Grandpa, who doesn’t believe in another world, to meddle in this conversation.”

Isezaki-san retorted sharply to Juuzou, a heavyweight figure with influence in the political and business world. Her resolute statement was empowering, but it also made me somewhat uneasy.

However, even in the face of Isezaki-san’s rebuttal, Juuzou frowned, sighed, and spoke with a troubled tone.

“Sigh… Seina-chan, it might be fine for now, but it’s important to face reality soon. Take it slowly, observe the world, learn common sense, and heal your mind. Otherwise, there will be plenty of men trying to ingratiate themselves by offering you fantasies like another world—”

As Juuzou continued speaking, Isezaki-san muttered softly, “I won’t tolerate any more insults,” her shoulders trembling slightly. Was it just my imagination that I could see a black aura flickering around her back?

“Ojisan… Can I rely on you?”

Suddenly, Isezaki-san turned to me. With no visible emotion on her face, she looked like a finely crafted doll.

“N-No, Isezaki-san? What exactly are you planning…?”

I asked without taking her outstretched hand. Isezaki-san replied casually.

“Shall I enlighten Juuzou Grandpa a bit? Yes… I believe he’ll understand if I hit him with a ‘Lightning Bolt of Radiant Thunder.'”

“No, no, you’ll end up killing him, won’t you!?”

“Ufufu, it’s okay. I’ve hit Levia with it plenty of times. If I cast it now, I can push the limits just enough.”

“But there’s still a chance of something going wrong. Besides, instead of that… Look, there’s a magic spell that you can understand and appreciate. Let’s go with that.”

“But…”

“Weren’t you originally planning to do that? You seemed like you wanted to say something to me before going to the hospital.”

Isezaki-san is a former High Priestess, and considering the time she spent with relatives, and the fact that Juuzou, who doesn’t have much time left, is here, she must have had a kind intention. She’s a kind-hearted person. There must have been a magic spell she wanted to chant for him. However, she can’t use magic without me providing magical energy. She must have thought that using magic would inconvenience me. I could tell she was having trouble bringing it up. I was planning to talk to her first and then encourage her. Isezaki-san murmured with her head down.

“Indeed, as ojisan said, I had that intention as well. But… being insulted by Grandpa to this extent, it changes things for me…”

Isezaki-san stared at Juuzou with dark eyes, clearly angry. While I’m glad she’s angry for my sake, I’d like to resolve this calmly.

Just then—

“Hey, Seina. Cool it down.”

The landlady’s voice cut through.

“Think about it. If we make a deal here, it’ll be easier to handle this old man later on. We can exploit him and get what we need. That’s better for Matsunaga-kun, and it’ll ease your mind too, right?”

Isezaki-san lowered her head, resting her chin on her hand, at the landlady’s words. Though her expression was hidden by her hair, I felt it was necessary for me to chime in.

“That sounds like a good idea. Besides, if he’s been helpful to us, it’s only fair to repay the favor, right?”

Isezaki-san then raised her head smoothly. She looked like her usual self, with a glint in her eyes.

“Ojisan, Grandma… Indeed, as you both say. It seems I got a bit too worked up. I apologize. …Well then, ojisan, your hand, please.”

“Sure.”

This time, I took Isezaki-san’s hand. But then, Juuzou interjected.

“Oh? What’s this, suddenly holding hands? An old man like you touching a high school girl’s hand, isn’t that inappropriate?”

Isezaki-san looked at me again with eyes devoid of light.

“Ojisan, maybe we should use ‘Lightning Bolt of Radiant Thunder’ after all…”

“No, no.”

“Hmm…”

With pursed lips, Isezaki-san turned to face Juuzou while still holding my hand.

“I’ll say this first, this magic is thanks to you, ojisan. Please accept my utmost gratitude. Here we go—”

“Huh? What are you planning to do? Seina-chan, your eyes are a bit scary.”

Juuzou, still sitting on the bed, leaned back as Isezaki-san moved closer with her hand extended. She spoke.

“Heal.”

At that moment, a soft light spread throughout the bedroom.