I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 42 - 39. Fujiwara Reya’s Little Schemes_2

"Mm~ Senpai’s body is so warm."

Kasahara Asuka murmured like a sleepwalker, her delicate fingers absentmindedly combing through her orange hair.

Her slender, fair fingers, each seemed to carry a different alluring charm, almost as if they were casting some kind of enchanting Shinto spell, full of allure.

Fujiwara Reya had a very strange feeling.

Does the junior... seem to want me to be her little dog?

Hmm.

It must be just an illusion.

After waiting for about half an hour, Kitahara Takashi came up with two bags.

Seeing the two people on the sofa, he immediately came up, looking excited.

"Little Priest Kasahara, and Master Fujiwara, good day!"

Asuka, who was pretending to be asleep just a second ago, jumped up suddenly, glaring at Kitahara Takashi with displeasure.

Why is he called Master, and I’m called Little Priest?

Where am I small!

"On my way here, the police showed me your exorcism video," Kitahara Takashi placed the bags of food on the table, stood in front of Fujiwara Reya, clasped his hands together, and bowed sincerely, "Thank Master Fujiwara for avenging my brother."

White light spots, invisible to the human eye, flowed out from his body and gathered on Fujiwara Reya.

This was the devout wish power of the believers.

As a spirit supported by a shrine, Fujiwara Reya’s power grows through the devout wish power of believers, which has both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage is that it’s safe and harmless.

The disadvantage is that it’s slow.

Of course, the slow part might be his own shortcoming.

If only Asakusa Shrine could expand to the scale of the Meiji Shrine, collecting thousands upon thousands of wishes every day... it wouldn’t be long before he could become the sole authority of Tokyo’s 23 wards.

Kitahara Takashi is currently very devout.

So his amount is very large.

So large that as soon as he straightened up, he blacked out and almost fell to the ground.

The feeling of his body being drained...

"Cough~!"

Kasahara Asuka coughed.

Kitahara Takashi looked at her strangely, "Little Priest, is your throat uncomfortable?"

"Mr. Kitahara, I must clarify something," Kasahara Asuka put on a generic smile and said, "I was the one who killed that vengeful spirit!"

"Oh right, yes, we must also thank Little Priest Kasahara." Kitahara Takashi was quite excited, bowing deeply to her, "We must thank the little priest for assisting Master Fujiwara on the side, otherwise things wouldn’t have gone so smoothly."

"..."

Kasahara Asuka was speechless for a moment.

Forget it.

There’s not so many smart people who can speak appropriately in this world.

As a celebrity shrine maiden adored by everyone, she shouldn’t bicker with ordinary people just because she’s overlooked. In any case, no matter the situation, she must maintain her poise, never losing her charming demeanor!

In Ito Tatsushi’s opinion.

The current situation is clearly that Kasahara Asuka killed the vengeful spirit, yet the credit went to Fujiwara Reya.

Isn’t this the same as taking on a task and letting someone else complete it!

Humph!

Pretty boy!

Ito Tatsushi sneered inwardly.

He decided to let Fujiwara Reya enjoy this moment for now, and when the vengeful spirit appeared tonight, he’d show his full ability and steal the show right back!

"Master Fujiwara, I’m counting on you tonight." Kitahara Takashi looked back at Fujiwara Reya, his bloodshot, weary eyes filled with hope, "Because of the haunting, the construction site has been shut down for a month and a half; if it goes on, I won’t make the delivery date and will have to pay a huge penalty..."

"Don’t worry, Mr. Kitahara, leave it to us." Inspector Suzuki reassured him on the side.

"Having watched the video just now, I have great confidence in Master Fujiwara," Kitahara Takashi bowed again, then added with a sarcastic tone, "unlike someone who just keeps asking for more money, but is completely useless."

Still stewing in sadness, Ito Tatsushi’s eyelid twitched furiously.

He felt like he’d just been shot in the back.

Fujiwara Reya smiled kindly, offering no opinion.

"Master Fujiwara, I’ve already prepared your payment." Kitahara Takashi kept his bowed posture, eyes on his shoe tips, "Tomorrow, I will personally deliver 50 million yen to Asakusa Shrine. I hope Master will not refuse."

Fujiwara Reya showed no reaction, his expression calm, as if pondering something.

This composed demeanor in the face of 50 million yen greatly impressed Kitahara Takashi.

Unlike this con artist... he discreetly glanced at Ito Tatsushi, deciding that the 10 million yen was a hard-learned lesson, and resolved to warn his relatives, friends, and partners that Asakusa Shrine’s priest is the real deal and Yoshiwara Shrine’s is a fraud!

"Mr. Kitahara, hear me out."

At this time, Fujiwara Reya spoke up.

His hands rested gently on his knees, his expression gentle and warm, with a smile that eased the mind.

"As clergy, it’s our duty to eliminate spirits that harm society, not for money." He stood up slowly, lightly patting Kitahara Takashi’s shoulder, "Money isn’t necessary, if you’re sincere, just come to Asakusa Shrine for worship during Golden Week."

He spoke with neither urgency nor deliberate slowness, striking just the right emotional tone.

It’s a voice you never forget after hearing once.

Just like his smile, like his clean, neatly arranged teeth and elegant nose, unforgettable.

For a moment.

Kitahara Takashi was stunned.

This is a true master.

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