Those Years I Was Sold to the Government Affairs Bureau

(Under revision, expected to be finished by the end of April. You can save it for later.)

“This is an age when humans, ghosts, and gods live side by side. Everything is predetermined…”

Senyue: Speak plainly.

“I’m sorry, sweetie! Go work a part-time job for now. Once I have enough money, I promise I’ll buy you back.”

Thanks to her unreliable father, Senyue becomes an employee of the government’s Time Administration and is forced to begin a strange life with test-prep books in one hand and her Honmaru in the other.

Daily life:

“Master, I’ve told you not to eat snacks in bed.” A certain steward frowns disapprovingly at the stains on the sheets.

Senyue looks up and thinks for a moment, then pulls a Konnosuke out from under the table. “Have you been eating fried tofu in my bed again?”

Caught red-handed, Konnosuke kicks off and bolts for the door.

Senyue tosses her pen and paper aside and chases after it. The girl and fox race from the keep to the practice yard, passing an old man having tea along the way, and finally

“Crash!”

“How many times have I told you not to dig holes in the courtyard, Tsurumaru!”

Battlefield:

A dense miasma of demonic energy forms a tangible black fog that covers the sky, hindering the swordsmen fighting below.

Senyue finally arrives after rushing there as fast as she can. Seeing the wounds, great and small, on everyone, and her condition-unknown attendant beneath a nearby tree, she is consumed by rage.

“Tsk. I always thought you were annoying. Now it’s clear you’re nothing but lowlifes.”

She raises a hand and scatters a string of talismans, shielding everyone who has already been injured.

“Master!” “Boss!” “My lord!”

“Don’t move. I’m fine. Let’s show them what our Chinese Five Thunderbolts can do!”

The lightning-attracting talismans she had painstakingly stayed up all night drawing had barely warmed in her hands before she flung them everywhere across the area!