I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 276 - 123. The thoughts of both the daughter and the mother are not pure. _7

Chapter 276: 123. The thoughts of both the daughter and the mother are not pure. _7

Passing by a cherry tree.

At this moment, the cherry blossom season had long passed, and the cherry tree was left with only withered green leaves throughout its branches.

Mrs. Kasahara paused for a moment.

Then, she gently pinched out a finger imprint with her fingertips.

"Arrangement of the Five Directions, Shikigami Assist!"

A sudden scent of cherry blossoms wafted through the air.

Blue light flowed from Mrs. Kasahara’s fingertips, and a pentagram appeared above the cherry tree. A Sakura Demon emerged from the formation and instantly entered the tree.

Immediately, cherry blossoms bloomed gorgeously on the branches.

Fujiwara Reya gazed at the blooming August cherry blossoms.

In the noon sunlight, the swirling cherry blossoms stood out in both color and shape, creating the illusion of filling the entire sky. However, soon enough, within minutes, the cherry blossoms began to fall petal by petal, dyeing the green lawn a shade of pink.

"The blooming cherry blossom is indeed the crown of all flowers," Mrs. Kasahara crouched down, gently flicking the petals with her fingers, "its grandeur in bloom and elegance in wither equally captivate the heart and evoke pity."

The dense and heavy green of the cherry tree seemed to spill over her slender nape, casting shadows.

*What is this strangely Dai Yu mourning flowers kind of feeling...* Fujiwara Reya looked at her in puzzlement, the noblewoman with a sorrowful expression, evoking a strong sense of Japan’s "Mono no Aware."

"Do you like cherry blossoms?" Mrs. Kasahara asked.

"Uh... they’re okay," Fujiwara Reya deliberated before answering, "I both love the charming allure of the cherry blossoms and find them somewhat oppressive and annoying, possibly due to their overwhelmingly spectacular bloom. Despite Japan having so many flowers, every cherry blossom season, everyone seems to forget the others."

"In that case, I feel the same," Mrs. Kasahara stood up, reclaimed the Sakura Demon, and continued walking forward, "I don’t like things that are noble and arrogant, finding them very tiresome."

"But you, Chairwoman, are noble and arrogant yourself."

"Can’t I dislike myself?" As she said this, a smile appeared at the corner of Mrs. Kasahara’s brows, "Look over there."

Following her fingertip, Fujiwara Reya saw a few mountain azaleas, also known as yam potatoes.

"These flowers are quite pretty," Mrs. Kasahara bent over to look at the flowers.

"They’re just ordinary wildflowers. If you want some, we can pick some later."

"I’ll leave that to you," Mrs. Kasahara squinted her eyes slightly, bringing her elegant nose to the petals for a gentle sniff.

The colors of the petals were rendered even more vivid and brilliant by her presence.

Her lines from jaw to neckline were indescribably graceful, Fujiwara Reya thought, *Such noble beauty could not be cultivated within three or four generations; it must have been the result of excellent lineage passed down over ten or even dozens of generations.*

*Damn feudalism...* he criticized while still enjoying the visual feast.

Perhaps due to her hair being tied up, Mrs. Kasahara’s neck appeared particularly striking.

The slender and graceful lines, when viewed from the proper distance at the appropriate angle, appeared exceedingly beautiful. Perhaps it was also due to the gentle summer light, these lines evoked the youthful allure of a maiden.

However, once she stood up, these lines softly and slowly returned to nobility, and the youthful allure gradually faded away.

"Let’s take a walk to the back mountain," Mrs. Kasahara led him through the rear garden gate and began to climb the mountain.

Along the way were wild flowers and trees. Upon reaching the mountainside, there was a small observation deck where one could gaze over the sea. On the deck were many local visitors, almost all paired young couples, some lying on benches, others sitting, and a few strolling leisurely.

Fujiwara Reya followed Mrs. Kasahara, weaving through the pairs of lovers.

No one noticed the two of them, yet he still found it somewhat odd—a young, handsome boy and a young, beautiful lady sightseeing together was, in itself, a bit strange.

They walked to the edge of the railing, and Mrs. Kasahara spread her arms wide, leaning her upper body outward, "What a broad view!"

Beyond was the deep blue sea, and beneath was a cliff over fifty meters high. Instinctively, Fujiwara Reya reached out to grasp the skirt at her back, fearing she might fall.

"I don’t want to go back to Tokyo," Mrs. Kasahara gazed at the shimmering sea, speaking with a sense of pride, "How about we elope, Mr. Fujiwara? What do you think?"

"I’m afraid you’d kill me," Fujiwara Reya replied honestly.

"Don’t you think this is quite romantic?" Mrs. Kasahara blinked playfully, "It’s like a story, or perhaps a shoujo manga." novelbuddy-cσ๓

"What’s it like?"

"Think about it, as a noblewoman deeply confined by a large family, I fall in love with a young man. To follow my heart, I make a decision that defies my ancestors, and I take him with me to elope."

"..."

"We run and run until we reach a seaside cliff."

"..."

"With no way forward and pursuers behind, we decide to complete the final ritual between lovers here."

"Stop!" Fujiwara Reya said exasperatedly.

Mrs. Kasahara giggled, "I meant a lovers’ pact."

"..." Fujiwara Reya felt an urge to spank her.

Truly.

This mother and daughter’s personalities were too atrocious, they needed to be taught a lesson!

"Let’s go take a walk by the sea," Mrs. Kasahara said casually, leading him down a different path toward the beach, as if they were just wandering without any particular aim.

In the distance, they saw a lily tree.

Upon closer inspection, they realized that it was actually composed of three trees forming into one. The flowers resembled lilies, but also tulips, and the sign beside it read: Also known as the tulip tree, it matures quickly, and this tree is approximately thirty years old.

"Oh, is it thirty years?" Mrs. Kasahara looked at the sign in surprise, "A tree older than me."

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