I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 175 - 102. Little Boy, Insignificant yet Grand (Two in One, 10,000-Word Mega Chapter)_3

Chapter 175: 102. Little Boy, Insignificant yet Grand (Two in One, 10,000-Word Mega Chapter)_3

Fujiwara Reya was just about to ask why the little monk didn’t come today when he smiled and said, "The old monk was afraid he might act on impulse, so he locked him up at home."

"Understandable, understandable."

Fujiwara Reya smiled politely.

The next second, the host leaned into his ear and whispered, "If there’s another victim without family, Master Fujiwara should ask Asakusa Temple for a burial ground. They have a big family business and can afford the loss, plus, you have a pretty good relationship with Director Koubun..."

"Haha..."

Fujiwara Reya laughed awkwardly but courteously.

After the Shankoku Temple Abbot left, Kasahara Asuka tugged on his sleeve, her delicate little face looking up, and giggled silly.

"Asuka already knew..." She said excitedly, "Senpai is a very good person!"

Fujiwara Reya looked at her lively and cute smiling face and reached out to rub her head: "From now on, I will be responsible for teaching you, to make you a person like me."

"Huh?"

The little witch, who had been so happy just a moment ago, suddenly looked glum.

Probably realizing what terrifying means senpai would use to train her, she quickly cast a pleading look toward her mom on the high platform, but to her astonishment, her mom gave a slight smile to Fujiwara Reya, essentially selling out her own daughter.

After the earlier incident, the atmosphere in the entire hall seemed much more relaxed.

People looked at Fujiwara Reya, and their eyes began to carry smiles and goodwill.

Despite a small group still feeling dissatisfied, they didn’t dare to voice dissent in the current harmonious atmosphere.

Except for Chief Priest Fujishima.

Relying on the backing of the Inari Shrine, he still stiffened up and came forward on behalf of the Kansai Sect to stir trouble.

"Nice words, but the matter hasn’t been clarified yet. Who knows if it’s just an act."

His sarcastic tone greatly displeased the Kanto Directors present, and countless hostile gazes fell upon him.

Chief Priest Fujishima felt bitter inside.

But he was the representative of the Kansai interest group at the Kanto Branch, and at this time, he absolutely couldn’t back down.

"I believe Master Fujiwara is not a monster." Chairman Kasahara glanced at Chief Priest Fujishima, and his voice had turned from calm majesty to icy coldness, "If Chief Priest Fujishima still has objections, please provide evidence."

Chief Priest Fujishima was fuming inside.

Faced with Chairman Kasahara’s pressing question, he was also intimidated and said with difficulty, "The Ninth Division has two witnesses, who can..."

Before he could finish, Mrs. Kasahara impatiently interrupted him and said towards the door of the hall, "Please have Police Chief Kasahara bring in the witnesses to confront them in front of everyone."

Immediately, Chief Priest Fujishima felt a chill down his spine.

By this moment, he faintly sensed that today’s meeting seemed like a setup. On the surface, it was him challenging Fujiwara Reya, but secretly, it was the Directors and Fujiwara Reya together targeting the Kansai Sect.

With a clang, the hall doors reopened.

A moist breeze blew in, altering the light and air inside the hall.

Kasahara Fukaeri, wearing a Ninth Division police uniform, tall and spirited, entered with a chest pocket filled with a tea-colored business envelope as she stepped in.

The hem of her sparkling fabric skirt swayed beautifully, her posture was graceful, her walking style was elegant, and her hairstyle was tasteful.

Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but think of whistling the tune of "Canadian Sunset."

Sunday morning at 9:30, Fukaeri’s almost fiery orange hair carried a soft and illusory charm, like a sunset so beautiful it could be called a miracle. It was the kind of vibrant color as if a glass of specially-made juice was poured down from the heavens, dyeing everything in sight in sunset red.

"Good day, Directors." Kasahara Fukaeri’s cool voice sounded, her gaze unintentionally glanced at Fujiwara Reya.

"We need to address a few questions." Mrs. Kasahara’s lips slightly curved up, "It’s not a complicated matter, just a procedural formality."

"Understood."

Kasahara Fukaeri nodded slightly.

She didn’t speak further and stepped aside.

At this point, two familiar figures entered through the door: Inspector Suzuki and Ito Priest.

Mrs. Kasahara leaned back against her chair, tilting her slender chin slightly to the left, a smile with a certain meaning on her lips.

Next to her, Mrs. Hoshimi also smiled, the corners of her eyes forming small, subtle wrinkles, exuding an intellectual charm with nuanced significance.

Under the watchful eyes of five or six thousand people, Inspector Suzuki and Ito Priest each narrated the events that took place at the Kitahara Family construction site that night, from the moment they entered until the second they left, even detailing the fried chicken and udon they ate and the lemon sparkling wine they drank during the break.

As they spoke, a crow stood in the crack outside the window, its pitch-black wings rubbing against the window with a cawing sound, seemingly very interested in the inside of the hall. Its big black eyes moved quickly, collecting information through the window.

Crows are smart animals, their curiosity is also strong.

Kasahara Fukaeri looked at the crow, finding it hard not to think it was one of Fujiwara Reya’s subordinates.

As the clock pointed to 10 a.m., Inspector Suzuki and Ito Priest finished their report, standing cautiously in the center of the hall, waiting for the Directors to inquire.

The lively atmosphere began to spread within the hall.

"Facing a hundred ghosts alone..."

"Letting companions go first, sacrificing oneself as the rear guard..."

"Living up to the uniform they’re wearing..."

The sounds of relaxation, joking, and joy melded together. With prior dialogue as the foundation, instead of casting doubt on Fujiwara Reya’s identity, the stories from the construction site confirmed his words, making his glorious image even more multidimensional.

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