The Kansai Villain’s Rebirth: I Accidentally Ended Up With a Harem. - Chapter 117: A Kansai Native Receives Gratitude.

A Kansai Native Receives Gratitude.

The grounds were so vast that one might jokingly ask how many Koshien stadiums could fit inside. The asphalt was impeccably maintained, and the rows of street trees were undoubtedly cherry blossoms—come spring, they would be a sight to behold. Deeper in, camellias of every hue—red, pink, white—bloomed in extravagant profusion.

“In spring, the cherry blossoms are in full glory,” Sakura explained brightly. “Right now, the camellias are at their peak. Look—red, pink, white… Every season brings something new, and the walk to and from school is always a delight. I simply adore flowers!”

“Eh… this is Sa-chan’s garden…?”

“Yes! We’re already on the grounds of my family home.”

“W-when did that happen…?”

“We passed through the gate a moment ago…”

“Ah, yeah… I do vaguely remember going through some huge gate…”

“There’s no need for concern. The gate is manned by security, and there are sensors, surveillance cameras, guards, and guard dogs everywhere. No thief could ever breach our defenses.”

“Th-that’s… incredible…”

“As expected of the illustrious Harumiya conglomerate’s residence…”

A limousine pulled up to what resembled the grand circular driveway of a luxury hotel. After a brief wait, the door opened. It seemed old Sebas had opened it for us.

“Please, my lady. And everyone else as well.”

“Thank you, Sebas.”

“W-wow, I’m getting nervous…”

“I’ve never experienced anything like this… I don’t even know how to act…”

“It’ll be all right, Shina. I feel the same way.”

The mansion before us was a colossal Western-style edifice of pure white, rivaling even the finest hotels in the world.

“Please, come in, everyone. Welcome to the Harumiya family home.”

Old Sebas opened what appeared to be the grand front entrance—a door of solemn majesty—and ushered us inside. And then…

““““Welcome home, Lady Sakura!””””

An army of butlers, maids, and even chefs in full uniform greeted her in perfect unison. Their bow was a flawless wave, their voices in exquisite harmony. This was the pinnacle of high society—the crème de la crème. And she was its young lady.

“Everyone, I’m home. Today I’ve brought four very important guests. Is the first drawing room available?”

“It is ready for immediate use, my lady.”

“Then please show them in. And prepare tea and sweets as well. Tennouji-sama, Shina-sama, Mio-sama, Rinko-sama—I must change first. I apologize, but please wait a short while.”

“Ah, yes.”

All I could manage was a limp reply.

“This way, everyone.”

Old Sebas led us onward. It felt like walking through one of those famously extravagant, sprawling Western mansions you see in movies—the kind rumored to be haunted. No zombies, I hope? Maybe some quirky hidden mechanisms? The thought actually made me a little excited.

“Here we are.”

The room that opened before us was enormous—easily several times the size of my own bedroom. Leather sofas that felt impossibly luxurious the moment you sank into them… What even is this…

“Fwaa… what is this… it’s amazing…”

“If I look around too much I’ll seem like a total country bumpkin…”

“Is it really okay for us to be in such a magnificent room…?”

Everyone was visibly overwhelmed. Of course we were. Most people never set foot in a room like this even once in their lives—let alone sit on its sofas.

“Tennouji-sama. The other day, I fear I was terribly rude to you. Even accounting for the urgency of the situation, my conduct toward the person who came to my lady’s aid was utterly unforgivable… Please, forgive me.”

“Ah, no, I didn’t mind at all. She was nearly abducted, her whereabouts unknown—it was only natural to be suspicious of a rough-looking guy like me hanging around her.”

“I am deeply grateful that you feel that way. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must attend to my lady. A maid will bring tea shortly. Please make yourselves comfortable.”

With a deep, respectful bow, old Sebas left. Almost immediately, a maid entered carrying a tea service.

“This is premium tea from Shiroru. Please enjoy. And these are the accompanying sweets.”

Even the maid was flawless. In a household of this caliber, every servant was a master of their craft. Truly impressive.

“The tea… it’s delicious…”

“Nuu, even the leaves from my family couldn’t compare… The aroma, the flavor… No need for sugar at all…”

“These macarons are insanely good!”

“Yes… such refined taste…”

We were all savoring the tea and macarons when—

BAM! The door flew open.

“Madam! Please wait! The young lady has not yet arrived!”

“I want to see the face of the samurai who protected my precious daughter! I cannot wait any longer!!!”

Old Sebas was in a panic. Behind him stood a woman with striking red hair—rare even among foreigners—and exceptional beauty. The madam of the house?

“Hmm? Wow! Handsome! And three absolutely adorable girls!? A harem, yes!? Sebas! Is he the samurai who protected Sakura!?”

“Y-yes… This is Tennouji Daiki-sama.”

“Hiieee whaatt! Samurai!”

Her energy was off the charts… And her figure was… incredible… This had to be Sakura’s mother, right…? No way… Is Sakura half-foreign? With that ultra-rare red hair found in only one or two percent of the world? Sekime-san… your tastes are way too specific…

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Tennouji Daiki.”

“Nice to meet you! I am Harumiya Ashlyn Tsubaki! Pleased to make your acquaintance, young samurai!”

“““!?”””

She suddenly hugged me and kissed both my cheeks. Her sense of personal space was completely broken… Between mother and daughter, could they please stop creating these chaotic situations…?

“Nfufu—! Perfect for my Sakura to marry! Daiki-san! Become Sakura’s fiancé!”

“Eh!?”

“Madam! Please wait!! We cannot decide the young lady’s marriage without the master’s permission!?”

“Hmm— The boys who approach Sakura are all weak and spineless! Even my husband said it—there’s no way we’d hand our precious daughter to such effeminate, wishy-washy men…! And above all! They’re all arrogant fools who overestimate themselves! They lack even basic courtesy toward a lady!!”

She even knows advanced four-character idioms like “yaro jidai” (arrogant self-conceit). Too much power. The girls are completely frozen.

“And that is why! Please take my daughter as your wife!”

“B-but what about Sakura’s own feelings…?”

“Oh!? Are you saying my precious daughter is unnecessary!?”

“N-no, that’s not what I meant! Someone like me marrying the noble daughter of the Harumiya conglomerate—our social stations are far too different!”

“Love that transcends status… how romantic… Ha! Daiki-san, is that what you desire!? Eloping!?”

“I’m not doing that!!!”

This mother is dangerous. She’s exactly like Tamatsukuri-senpai—a runaway train! She’s seriously planning to marry Sakura off to me!?

“Are those ladies over there Daiki-san’s wives!? Is there no room for Sakura to join!? Grrr! Sebas! Do something!”

“Madam, please calm yourself!”

“Eloping! How wonderful! Truly wonderful! If it’s with Tennouji-sama, I would follow you anywhere! Even if we ended up in a rundown apartment and I had to take in piecework, I would bear Tennouji-sama’s children and raise them proudly!”

“Sakura! Well said! All you need is an indomitable spirit!”

…Ah, so they’re the type who don’t listen to reason… I want to retort, but it’s hard to find an opening… For reference, “futō fukutsu” means never giving up no matter the hardship. Just how resolved are they…?

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“D-Dai-kun… with Sakura… e-elo… co-ck-a-do-o-odle-doo-pee…”

“It’s ‘cock-a-doodle-doo,’ Rinko. I’m not eloping or anything.”

“Uuu… I’d elope with Daiki-kun too…”

“No, like I said—?”

“Dai-chan take me with you too, okay? These macarons are yummy♪”

“Shi-chan’s nerves of steel are impressive…”

When these heroines get involved with me, they all turn into lovable messes… I’m done pointing it out. I’m exhausted.

“Mother. First, we must properly thank Tennouji-sama. The matter of engagement can come afterward… pop♡”

“That won’t do. I lost my composure. First and foremost—thank you from the bottom of my heart for saving my daughter. On her behalf, allow me to express our deepest gratitude.”

“N-no… I was just passing by…”

“Yet had Tennouji-sama not been there, I would surely have been taken. Therefore… please accept our thanks.”

“W-well then, I’ll accept your words of gratitude…”

“Yes. And… Sebas?”

“Yes, my lady.”

Old Sebas produced an attaché case with his reply… I had a terribly bad feeling about this.

“Tennouji-sama, please accept this.”

When old Sebas opened it… it was packed to the brim with stacks of cash. I tumbled off the sofa in shock.