Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 101 Sister Aidoulu
"Miss Amami, do you think dogs can fly?"

"Huh?" Yuki Amami looked up blankly.

As a veteran agent and founder of the music company 'Melody Museum', she has seen many types of artists.

But like the young lady in front of us, there is only one person who can master almost any style as if she had a split personality.

Looking at her idol, who was wearing a moss-green dress, with her long black hair flowing down and barefoot, standing on the balcony, Yuki Amami couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

So, is today's style of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)?
Isn't it a bit too niche?
At present, otaku as a subculture has only emerged in the last two years and is still a very niche phenomenon.

Or has Akemi finally broken down?
Oh, poor child...

Yuki Amami looked at the girl on the balcony with affection. Her form-fitting moss-green dress made her look even more slender, like a forest sprite, elegant and beautiful.

Since losing her ability to sing, although she still appears very strong in front of others, she knows that Hayashihara Akemi's emotions have been very low.

After all, this idol considers singing her second life, or perhaps she considers it her life itself.

We've tried every method imaginable, and recently we've been encouraged to start using spiritual mediums, and we've even consulted more than one.

Damn it, it's almost the 21st century, how can anyone still believe in this stuff?

It's said that several spiritual mediums will be coming to her home today to check on things, so she came early with her assistant, which can be seen as a way of protecting her idol.

To be honest, although it was just a working relationship at first, after spending several years together and witnessing her gradually transform from a talent show newcomer into a top idol, she gradually came to regard Akemi as her own younger sister.

No, my bratty little sister is nowhere near as cute as Akemi!

How could we let our idol girl come into contact with such a dubious spiritual medium!

Yuki Amami's eyes seemed to burn with fire, determined to protect her idol.

Then, she saw a handsome young man with snow-white hair, stepping into the human world from the void amidst the crimson sunset, with an extremely agile and light figure.

With a thud, the young man bowed slightly as if to release the remaining force. The sunset glow tinged his white hair with a golden-red hue, making him look like Apollo emerging from the afterglow of the setting sun, radiating an astonishing charm that seemed almost divine.

Ah, the wild, super-addictive trainee has jumped out on his own!
Wait a minute! Who are you? Where did you come from?

This is a tower apartment building with dozens of floors!

Yuki Amami immediately rolled the document in her hand into a stick shape and rushed over with a strange cry to protect her idol.

On the other side, Yujian looked on in confusion as the mature woman in office lady attire was howling and lunging at him with a stick-like object in her hand.

My first reaction was, 'Finally, a perverted woman couldn't resist launching an attack?'...

He raised his hand but then realized it wouldn't work; a casual slap could seriously injure an ordinary person, so he quickly switched to using a single finger.

So, Akemi Hayashihara, who was happily patting the dog's belly, widened her eyes and saw her manager being cleverly flicked away by a little finger, falling in an arc onto the sofa, and without being hurt at all except for a blank look on her face.

"Woof woof," said Milo, who was providing free fanservice to his client.

"This money is really hard to earn," Yujian thought to himself, while also suspecting that the senior Inugami who had taken him on the mission was paying hush money in the form of a small sum of money.

After venting his frustrations, he looked at the client who had commissioned the job.

"It's nice to see you again, Ms. Lin Yuan. Thank you very much for what happened last time." After saying that, he suddenly frowned.

The other person looked much thinner than before, and their once full oval face started to taper upwards from the chin, clearly indicating that they had not been doing well lately.

"Huh? The ninja Romeo from that night?" Akemi Hayashibara, who reappeared, pointed at Mitsurugi and called out a strange name.

"Huh?" Three question marks seemed to appear above the white-haired young swordsman's head.

"Ahem, don't mind it, pretend I didn't say anything." Lin Yuanmingmei waved her hands repeatedly, inwardly complaining about how she had unconsciously called out the nickname she had imagined.

"I never knew you were a medium."

"...more or less." Because it was too troublesome to explain, Yu Jian simply didn't elaborate.

As a newcomer to this industry, it's wise to observe more and talk less.

To be honest, he was a little surprised that the singer in front of him had such high inspiration that he could directly see and even touch the dog god Milo.

Is it true, as the great painter said, that scholars, clergy, and artists generally have higher levels of inspiration...?

Once she finally came to her senses, Yuki Amami didn't immediately lash out. Instead, she told her assistant, who had heard the commotion and was asking what had happened, not to come in.

Because she saw her artist seemingly touching nothing at all, she felt apprehensive and nervous, fearing that the other person might actually have mental problems, and she also had to prevent others from seeing it and spreading rumors.

After managing to appease her subordinates, Yuki Amami immediately stormed up to Miken.

The woman's hair was tied up tightly, she wore a black blazer over a low-cut white shirt, and even indoors she wore high heels to make her appear 175 centimeters tall.

But even with a sword nearly 1.9 meters tall, Yuki Amami still had to look up at him.

Nevertheless, she still exuded a strong, assertive aura. Her two thick, dark eyebrows stood up slanted upwards. Her features were not exactly delicate, but they were not ugly either. Together, they gave the impression that she was always angry.

"Who are you?" Yuki Amami asked in a low voice.

“An intern at the Breeze Detective Agency…” Mikasa said after thinking for a moment.

"How come I remember it wasn't you who came before? And aren't you called the Super Medium Studio?" Yuki Amami didn't give up and kept asking questions.

An overwhelming sense of crisis drove her to do this.

"Because I'm new here, and the Super Psychic Studio is a department under the Detective Agency. As for Detective Sakurai himself, he's currently conducting investigations in other areas, so he asked me to come and check on things first."

Although the other party was somewhat aggressive, they did not lack manners. Remembering what Inugami Milo had said before he came, Mitsurugi patiently started rambling.

Yuki Amami looked the white-haired boy up and down suspiciously, finally realizing where the sense of crisis in her heart came from.

This level of handsomeness... my artist has never even been in a relationship!
And judging from their posture just now, it seems like the two of them had met before?

When did this happen?!
I do not know how! ! !
Yuki Amami continued to overturn the coffee table of her imagination and roar incessantly.

Her restraint as a member of society kept her expression stern and prevented her from actually yelling out.

"They actually sent an intern here? Our company is..."

"Ha." Yu Jian rubbed his temples and let out a sigh. Work was indeed a piece of crap; he was already losing patience after just a few words.

"Ms. Amami." Another voice suddenly rang out in the room.

"Who is it?" Yuki Amami looked nervously in the direction from which the voice came.

Then, she suddenly saw a dog, a Samoyed lying on the ground with its belly up, letting her idol rub it haphazardly.

Where did this dog come from? While a sense of doubt arose, the hostility quickly subsided.

Because Yuki Amami is a dog lover!

"The dog actually talked?" Akemi Hayashihara looked at Milo, who was lying flat and letting herself be petted, in surprise.

When she saw a giant dog head flying in the sky, she thought she was dreaming, just like the mysterious handsome guy who suddenly appeared the night before last. But when the white dog in front of her suddenly spoke, she became even more doubtful about whether she was awake or not.

"I am Milo Wangwang, a senior employee of the Breeze Detective Agency and Super Psychic Studio," said the fluffy dog ​​god.

“I see, that makes more sense.” Yuki Amami pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, her fingers trembling slightly.

She had initially thought most mediums were frauds, and only agreed to hire one out of desperation. Little did she know, there really are such strange and wonderful things in this world.

"...Want to touch it?" Milo twisted its body very skillfully. It wasn't an ordinary spirit, so it could let ordinary people see it if it wanted to.

"W-Is it okay?" Yuki Amami seemed very hesitant.

"Wang Wang."

"Good dog! Good dog!"

Seeing the two women petting the dog non-stop, Yu Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief and secretly gave Milo a thumbs up.

The experienced Samoyed dog winked at him, indicating that the young man still had much to learn.

When Yuki Hoshino was completely captivated by the dog's soft belly and smooth fur, Akemi Hayashibara came to Mitsurugi's side.

"Hi, we meet again." She gestured for the boy to sit down and looked him over with interest.

"So, what exactly was that? Why couldn't Amami-nee see it at first, but I could?"

“It’s a dog,” Yu Jian blurted out.

"It's not my dog. It's a kind of spirit, but not a vengeful spirit. It's a good dog that was left behind to protect its owner."

"Wow, is it like Hachiko, the loyal dog?"

"almost."

Hayashihara Akemi chatted with Miken with great interest for a while, then suddenly realized something and revealed a somewhat sly look.

"Speaking of which, can you tell people your name today?"

"Sword control, sword control is bright," the young swordsman said casually.

Upon hearing this name, Akemi Hayashihara looked utterly confused.

"No way?" she exclaimed in surprise, suddenly raising her hand to cover the upper half of Yujian's face, her expression becoming increasingly astonished.

"Miss Lin Yuan?" Yu Jian stepped back, looking at her with confusion.

"Huh? Little Liu, you've completely forgotten about your big sister?"

The girl idol spoke in a tone that was very different from before, like a boy.

"Huh?" Yu Jian stared at her blankly.

Then, Akemi Hayashibara turned and lifted her bangs to reveal her forehead, and pulled the rest of her hair back as well, as if she had changed to short hair.

"How about this? Still no recollection?"

"...Sister Lin?" Yu Jian called out subconsciously.

In my memory, an image of a wild boy with a buzz cut popped into my head and kicked him.

That was about ten years ago, when my parents took me around to conduct scientific research.

At that time, there was a neighbor named Xiaolin near the place where we were temporarily staying.

He has an older sister who is a few years older than him—no, she's more like a buddy. She has a buzz cut, wears a vest and shorts, and when she first came to his house, she even brought a rhinoceros beetle with her bare hands as a greeting gift.

Then, as a little kid at the time, I think... I was scared.

Cough cough, there's no way I'd be scared to tears. What a joke! How could a dignified swordsman be so soft and weak? Should I be called the Sticky Rice Swordsman from now on?

Memories of the past came crashing down on his present self, and Yu Jian couldn't help but facepalm.

In my memory, the little kid who was dragged around by the tomboyish older sister was so cute that he had to keep very long bangs that almost covered half of his face, and he also dyed his hair black so as not to be too out of place.

Due to a combination of factors, Akemi Hayashihara didn't recognize him immediately.

"It really is you! You actually dyed your hair! Have you turned into a delinquent?"

Akemi Hayashihara, or rather, the girl whose real name was Asuka Kobayashi, skillfully hooked her arm around Mitsurugi's neck, ruffled his full head of white hair, and showed genuine joy on her face.

However, at the same time, she no longer exudes any elegance or delicacy, and one can still vaguely see the lively figure of the tomboy from back then.

"What the hell? You said you'd be friends for life, but when we met again you didn't even recognize me! That's really awful!"

"Sister Lin?" Yu Jian, who was not used to being so close to someone, felt at a loss and was afraid of accidentally hurting the other person, so he stood like a piece of wood and dared not move.

Then, this scene was witnessed by the agent who had just broken free from the dog's allure.

Yuki Amami felt like something inside her head had exploded.

Maybe that thing is called a rage meter.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

(End of this chapter)