I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 111 - 82. Let’s go make a scene!_2

Kawashima Miki shivered slightly, as if ticklish.

Another gust of damp wind blew from the sea corridor eaves, and she whispered, "I have the hatred of killing my husband with you!"

"But you’re just pretending," Fujiwara Reya tilted his head, watching her face that seemed like a tragic lover’s, eyes closed, letting the breeze caress her, "You weren’t sad about his death at all, perhaps even relieved. That’s why you were so eager to approach me and begin implementing your plan to seize the Asakusa Shrine land plot."

Kawashima Miki faced the gloomy sky and nodded slowly.

After all, he’d guessed it, denying it was meaningless, if he wanted to kill or flay, he might as well get it over with.

"So then, you used an exorcism as an excuse to lure me to the Empress, trying your best to keep me there overnight." Fujiwara Reya spoke while gently stroking her hair, slightly damp from the wind, "Secretly, you had someone dismantle the Asakusa Shrine overnight, trying to force my hand."

Kawashima Miki said nothing.

She only quietly embraced him around the neck, her chin resting on his shoulder, gazing at the rain scene in the courtyard.

The Dark Crow watching among the oleanders couldn’t even tell who initiated the embrace between her and the young master.

"But what I’m very curious about is, why did you suddenly stop?" Fujiwara Reya held her tightly, leaving no space between their bodies, not even the wind could slip through.

Kawashima Miki still held him, not speaking or moving.

"It’s been over half a month, and I’ve been waiting so hard for you." Fujiwara Reya leaned forward, his lips almost touching her sweet, egg-shaped face, "Madam, do me a favor, will you?"

Kawashima Miki furrowed her brows suspiciously, "...Say it!"

"Can’t you stop being so cute?"

"...What do you mean by that!"

"If you’re too cute," Fujiwara Reya said, "I won’t let go, you know."

The wind rustled through the oleander leaves and hair in the courtyard. Kawashima Miki lowered her gaze, staring straight at Fujiwara Reya, "You said that once we found the culprit, you wouldn’t entangle me anymore."

"Yes," Fujiwara Reya replied earnestly, "Madam, please, do tell."

The conversation was moving too fast, and Kawashima Miki’s mind couldn’t keep up.

She paused, lifting her chin gently off his shoulder.

Silently adjusting her breath, after a few seconds, she rested her chin back on that sturdy shoulder.

"After that day, it was out of my hands..."

As she spoke, Kawashima Miki, seeking comfort, tightened her grip on Fujiwara Reya’s neck.

"The person taking over for Hiraki Dairo came," she tried to feign a smile but failed, "Since that day, your affairs have been in his charge. Before acquiring the land, I won’t interfere, only responsible for development afterwards."

After speaking, she seemed to deflate all at once.

Her body lay limp against Fujiwara Reya, utterly still.

The trees basked in the rain, shimmering with the unique vibrant green of early summer, while the distant rumble of a train felt soothingly faint here. Kawashima Miki felt a sense of reassurance, as if she were protected by the rain.

"Are you unwilling?" Fujiwara Reya asked calmly.

"..." Kawashima Miki buried her face in his shoulder, her mood sinking.

She didn’t actually want things this way, yet she couldn’t suppress her feelings, overwhelmed by the sheer power of the organization she faced.

"According to your original plan, what were you going to do with me next?" Fujiwara Reya stroked her hair, speaking with extreme gentleness.

"Next..." Kawashima Miki began, her voice dry,

She cleared her throat, steeling herself from feelings of bewilderment.

Now wasn’t the time to falter, definitely not in front of this imp... Moreover, she had to state things clearly, setting him against the new figure; ideally, they’d both get hurt, and she could profit from the conflict... With this thought, Kawashima Miki began to speak, "I learned from Director Takeuchi that if you use Divine Power on ordinary people, you will be stripped of your priesthood. Meanwhile, because the Asakusa Shrine plot has no heir, its religious land classification would disappear, leaving future development to the Onmyo-ryo. It could be commercial, residential, or remain religious."

"Alright, I understand." Fujiwara Reya nodded, "First demolish the shrine, then force me to use divine powers against common people, stripping me of my priest authority."

Kawashima Miki replied coldly, "That’s right. But that all has nothing to do with me anymore, so please don’t entangle me."

"What do you mean it has nothing to do with you?" Fujiwara Reya said seriously, "At least you had my shrine torn down, my home is gone, how can you not compensate me?

"...Jerk!" Kawashima Miki looked at the oleander tree, muttering impatiently, "How much, name a figure, and we’ll be square!

Eh?

She suddenly noticed, surprisingly, that there was now a particularly plump crow perched on the oleander tree.

"How can you measure home in monetary value?" Fujiwara Reya raised an eyebrow, saying with a sneer, "Madam, you have no sincerity at all. At the very least, you should say, ’Then let me form a home with you.’

"..."

Upon hearing such shameless words, a beautiful flush appeared on Kawashima Miki’s mature, gentle, egg-shaped face.

One couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed or simply angered by Fujiwara Reya.

"Caw~!"

The sharp call echoed from the oleander tree.

Startled, Kawashima Miki’s body shook, glancing nervously towards the sound. She saw it was that big, clumsy crow, its mouth wide open, seemingly glaring at her with a mocking look.

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