The story begins with an eight-foot-tall lady surrounded by ghost story ladies.

"Um."

The eight-foot-tall lady responded softly.

Then she closed her eyes.

It's not because I'm sleepy.

It was because if she kept her eyes open, she was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist revealing herself to the driver and bodyguards.

Then, right in front of them, she tightly pulled the man who was seriously planning to give her a home into her arms.

Natsume Fanyu seemed to have read her thoughts, and his fingers suddenly landed on the back of her neck.

"Okusan, this shirt looks great on you."

The eight-foot-tall lady remained silent.

But another button on her white shirt popped off.

The eight-foot-tall lady couldn't help but think:

Not yet.

After the Spirit Realm is built.

Once she had a place where she could close the door.

By then...

She no longer needs to secretly wear his clothes.

Because by then, she will wear him along with her clothes.

......

When the Lexus pulled up in front of the apartment building, the sky was already tinged with a thin layer of orange-red.

Natsume Fanyu pushed open the car door, and before his feet even touched the ground, his brows furrowed.

Not right.

The alleyway in front of the apartment building, which is usually only frequented by stray cats sunbathing, was now completely packed with black cars.

From the alley entrance to the building entrance, every three steps there is a man in a black suit, his expression behind his sunglasses even more serious than that of the Acala statue in the temple.

A rough count suggests there are at least a hundred people.

Seeing such a large-scale event, Natsume Fanyu was not particularly surprised.

And they already guessed which "distinguished guest" had visited the firm.

He closed the car door and waved to the driver to indicate that they could leave.

The Lexus wisely drove away from the area that had been "occupied," and the engine sound quickly disappeared at the alley entrance.

Natsume Fanyu stood there, his hands in his pockets, his gaze passing over the men in black suits and looking toward the window of his office.

On the second floor, the curtains were drawn tightly shut.

But he could sense it.

Those black suits are just for show.

The real substance lies deeper within.

In his office, which was less than twenty stories high, at least five auras were firmly locked onto him.

Each one was strong, and two of them even carried a slight fluctuation that he found "somewhat interesting".

Exorcist.

Moreover, they're not the half-baked practitioners who just stick talismans and chant scriptures; they're the kind who actually fight their way out of hordes of evil spirits.

Natsume Fanyu tilted his head.

This entourage is far more impressive than the dozen or so bodyguards that young lady, Rin Jinguji, brought.

That's almost unfair.

And to be able to mobilize this level of manpower and resources within Tokyo...

To be able to have several truly skilled exorcists stationed in the room like bodyguards serving as doormen...

It can make hundreds of yakuza members stand at attention like wooden stakes in an alley...

There are only three in the entire Tokyo area.

Jinguji Group is one of them.

Within the Jinguji group, there is only one person who can put on such a show.

The woman who took over the entire Jinguji Group with swift and decisive action after Jinguji Rin's father died.

Rin Jinguji's adoptive mother.

The true power holder of the Jinguji group now.

Saya Jinguji.

"The news really comes fast."

Natsume Fanyu murmured to himself, his tone carrying a hint of heartfelt sigh.

How long has it been since the matter at the mansion was resolved?

During the time he was traveling from the port area back to his apartment, they not only received the news, but also analyzed the situation and made a decision.

She even arrived at his office a day early with a full entourage, and sat inside waiting for him to return.

This drive to act.

This intelligence network.

This judgment was made quickly.

Natsume Fanyu suddenly understood...

Why was Rin Jinguji, a young lady who clearly wasn't someone to be trifled with, "sidelined" by her adoptive mother?

The two are not even in the same league.

"Okusan".

He spoke in his mind.

"Um."

The voice of the eight-foot-tall lady came from the void, a degree lower than usual.

She could clearly sense the presence of those exorcists as well.

"take it easy."

Natsume Fanyu took a step and walked towards the apartment entrance.

"They're here to discuss business."

"We're not here to steal your place."

A cold snort, tinged with arrogance, echoed from the void.

Natsume Fanyu held back his laughter.

As he walked to the apartment door, two men in black suits simultaneously reached out and blocked his way.

"Mr. Natsume."

The one on the left spoke in a low voice.

"Mrs. Saya is waiting for you upstairs."

Natsume Fanyu looked down at the two arms that were blocking his chest, then looked up and gave a perfect business smile.

"Then I'll trouble you two..."

"Excuse me?"

The two men in black suits immediately withdrew their arms and stepped back to the sides.

It wasn't because they were convinced by his smile.

It was because, in that instant, they both felt a chill that shot from the base of their spines straight to the top of their heads.

It was as if something unseen was looking down at them from extremely close range.

That thing is very tall.

He was taller than anyone they had ever seen.

The two swallowed simultaneously, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes behind their sunglasses.

Natsume Fanyu walked between them at a leisurely pace.

As he stepped onto the stairs, he could feel two of the five auras tremble slightly.

Clearly, they also noticed Madam Bachi's "greeting".

His footsteps echoed through the narrow stairwell.

One step, two steps, three steps.

When he reached the corner on the second floor, Natsume Fanyu suddenly stopped.

He looked up at the closed wooden door of the office.

Warm yellow light shone through the frosted glass of the door, casting a slender silhouette.

The silhouette was sitting upright behind his desk, as dignified as a lady in a ukiyo-e print.

With just a silhouette, one can feel the weight of the words "well-mannered" and "dignified".

Natsume Fanyu looked at the silhouette, walked to the door, and did not knock.

He pushed it open directly.

The moment the door opened, a faint fragrance of white plum blossoms wafted into my nostrils.

It's not perfume.

It is the art of incense appreciation.

Moreover, it's the highest grade agarwood mixed with white plum fragrance, the kind that's worth a fortune per gram.

Natsume Fanyu's gaze passed over the entrance hall and landed behind his desk.

The woman was sitting upright in his chair.

She wore a dark blue kimono for the visit, with only a single white camellia flower embroidered on her left shoulder. It was so simple that it was almost plain, as if the person wearing it had long since disdained to flaunt colors.

Or rather, those who truly wield power never need to use their influence to create a stir.

The silver-gray belt cinched her waist, tight and restrained, like a long-standing self-discipline.

But it makes one wonder: what would happen if these things that bind us day after day were loosened?

Although he looks to be only in his early thirties, his features are as exquisite as an ivory carving by a craftsman, but the lines of his eyebrows and eyes carry a composure and sharpness that comes with the passage of time.

And she is...

Saya Jinguji.

The true king of the Jinguji group!