Golden Opportunity

'Holy, this is too much!' Mike exclaimed in his mind for two reasons. One was because his outrageous main quest suddenly popped out, and the other was because of Yuna's invitation.

"Work? Why do I have to work for you?" Mike decided to take care of the matter before him and his system for later.

"Why? Well, one of the reasons is because I like you. I want you to be under my banner. Or maybe, you already work for someone or already belong to a certain organization?" Yuna didn't reduce her gentle smile in the slightest.

Mike thought for a moment. He considered his main quest. Even though it lacked an adequate description, he knew very well what affection meant.

On second thought, he needed to be around Yuna to avoid the death penalty. This golden opportunity could give him a reason to stay around Miss Fortune, even though he didn't know why the lady system suggested that.

Even so, it didn't mean he needed to just give Yuna a yes without knowing the ins and outs of this invitation. It was as if she needed him for something? Not to mention, They had only met and talked for a few minutes!

"Thank you for your invitation, Kisaragi-san. I'm honored, but I have to turn down your invitation for two reasons. I don't know what job you want me to do, and we just met in unsuitable conditions." Mike gave a polite refusal.

"Ah, maybe you're right, Mike-san." Yuna realized she was too hasty to offer an invitation. She needed to take a reasonable and natural approach. "All right, can you please tell me the phone number of your parents or your guardian? Ah, no... I'll take you to your house. Can you tell me your home address?"

"House, huh... I don't know if it's still there or not. I don't have a place called home anymore. It's just me all alone. You don't have to bother taking me anywhere, Kisaragi-san." Mike heaved a subtle sigh.

He remembered about his house across the ocean on a distant land. After five years, he did not know the state of his family house, which had been empty for a long time.

"Uh... I- I'm sorry for your loss." Yuna didn't expect that answer.

"It's okay." Mike smiled again and immediately spoke before things got awkward. "Umm... Can I leave the hospital? I don't want to linger in this terrible place."

"Uh, yeah... Are you able to move yet? The doctor will come back to check your health one more time before you can be discharged from the hospital." Yuna seemed to understand even though she didn't fully know why Mike called the hospital a terrible place.

"Okay, I can move. Then, I want to be discharged from this hospital right now." Mike got out of bed and stood up.

"You were badly injured, but it's not anymore. I was surprised just by your endurance and vitality, Mike-san. If you are okay with it, let's go." Yuna could only obey Mike's request. After all, this young man was somehow left with only external wounds.

"Good." Mike nodded, then looked right and left in search of his belongings.

It was in the corner of the room. Mike walked there only to find that his only clothes were torn and also covered in blood. Even his bag did not survive the damage. Nevertheless, he immediately went through all of his possessions in case anything was missing.

"Sorry for this, Mike-san. However, you can't wear your clothes anymore." Yuna felt guilty when Mike was pensive to stare at the bloodstained clothes.

"All right, I can go in this hospital suit." Mike just put everything in the bag. Then, he walked to the exit.

"Excuse me, if you have nowhere to go, how about you go to my house? I also want to compensate for your damaged clothes." Yuna immediately gave chase. She didn't want to give up on inviting this exceptionally gifted young man.

"Hm? You're so kind, Kisaragi-san. But—" Mike wanted to refuse, but his words were cut short.

"No more buts. You don't bother me." Yuna didn't wait for anything anymore and grabbed Mike's arm.

Mike gave the old butler a glance. He felt that he had just been scanned for the umpteenth time by this man. 'Is this butler at the Golden Spirit Realm level or above? He's like a martial arts master. What is he trying to observe in me?'

Then, Mike glanced at the lady who was holding his arm. It was as if she didn't want to let him go if he replied with a no. Refusing a second time would be rude, so he could only obey. "If you insist, then fine."

"Good, let's go." Yuna loosened her grip and let Mike free.

She looked at her butler and received a nod from him. After that, the three of them immediately left the hospital.

Neither of them knew that a doctor and an old man had gotten very confused about finding that empty Private Emergency Room.

Meanwhile, Mike got into the same black car as the one that hit him a while ago. Yuna sat next to him, and the butler sat in the steering seat.

Yuna opened the conversation with a worried expression when the car left the hospital area. "Nee, don't you feel sore, Mike-san? Your back is also injured, yes?"

"Ah, I forgot. Thank you for reminding me." Mike moved forward a little so he wouldn't lean back. Yet, he suddenly realized something. "Wait, why do you know that my back is also injured? Were you there when someone changed my clothes into this hospital suit?"

"Err... I know because I do. I sat next to you when I took you to the hospital." Yuna was a little shocked to hear that accusation.

"Phew, I see..." Mike breathed a sigh of relief for some inexplicable reason.

"Nee, Mike-san, may I know what you were doing in Tokyo? Erm, your job, maybe? Where do you live?" Yuna started asking personal questions to confirm a few more things.

"That's a tough question to answer because I just arrived in Tokyo not long ago. Around early in the morning." Mike put a hand on his chin. He felt pretty surprised by this lady approach. She seemed to have taken an interest in him for some unknown reason.

"Oh? You come from somewhere? Are you a foreigner from abroad? I realize your Japanese dialect is quite unique." Yuna asked with a strange glint in her eyes, and her expression changed slightly, but no one noticed.

"That is my father. I was born overseas, but I've lived in Japan for several years. My mother is also originally Japanese. I'm sorry, does my dialect sound strange?" Mike introspected himself for his use of Japanese. He was not an expert, but he was sure he was fluent.

"Woah, it turns out you are a mixed blood." Yuna clapped her hands once. She returned to her gentle expression. Mike's answer pleased her for unknown reasons. "Nothing strange. It has its own uniqueness. Then, where did you come from before arriving in Tokyo?"

"I don't know the exact location, but it might be in Miyagi Prefecture. A village near the mountain." Mike scratched his head in confusion. He didn't know the specific name.

"Miyagi Prefecture, hmm?" Yuna glanced up, trying to remember something but failed.

"I think that's enough about me, now how about you, Kisaragi-san? I thought you were a westerner with pure blood." Mike immediately changed the subject. He didn't want to tell too much about himself to others.

"Do you think so? I am someone of mixed blood, similar to you. However, I prefer my Japanese blood instead." Yuna's expression became cold, albeit the subtle one.

"What a coincidence, huh? Anyway, do you know what happened to the little girl I saved? What happened to her after the incident?" Mike felt the need to change the topic one more time as he noticed Yuna's sudden change.

"That little girl was taken away by her mother. That irresponsible woman will receive her karma soon." Yuna shook her head slightly to throw something away from her mind.

"Mm?" Mike completely didn't understand what Yuna meant by that. But he didn't want to make a fuss about it.

"Ojou-sama, Mike-sama, we're almost there." Alfred gave a gentle reminder.

"Okay." Yuna responded curtly.

As for Mike... He glanced at the window and saw that they had just entered a luxurious residential area... A large beautiful house in the middle of a flower garden.

"Your house is so grand and beautiful, Kisaragi-san. Are you someone from a rich noble family?" Mike became nervous and worried because it seemed like Yuna was not just an ordinary rich lady.

"The right word for me is nouveau riche, Mike-san." Yuna smiled slightly to see Mike's nervous behavior.

She didn't mean to be offensive, but she did think of Mike as someone from the village who had just arrived in the big city.

In her heart, she felt pretty happy. It seemed she had a golden opportunity to invite this exceptionally talented young man into her household before anyone else got ahead of her.