I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"?"

The snow woman blinked in confusion.

Why is Olaf's owner being so generous today when he's always been unable to feed him properly?

has a problem!

The Snow Woman's clumsy little brain gradually began to work.

First, over the past month, the owner has clearly neglected Olaf, often only calling him out once every few days. Second, the owner always has a happy smile on his face when he's with the little spider, indicating that he really likes the little spider!

Yuki-onna tilted her head slightly and looked at Jorogumo, who was looking in the mirror.

Spider-Man... she even changed into a new outfit?

Could it be that……

Is this the last meal?

Upon considering this possibility, the Snow Woman pursed her lips, floated back a few meters, and hovered motionless on the ceiling with her body tucked in.

"Uh, what's wrong?" Fujiwara Izaya held out the popsicle. "These are all for you, why aren't you eating them?"

The snow woman shook her head weakly.

She couldn't speak, couldn't express herself, and could only look sadly at her master with her beautiful, icy blue eyes.

The owner always says Olaf is silly, but actually Olaf is quite clever sometimes. If Olaf eats this meal, he'll never see his owner again, so Olaf can't eat, and Olaf shouldn't leave his owner.

This was the first time Fujiwara Izaya had encountered such a situation.

In my memory, Xuebao was always the most obedient and well-behaved, but also the most foolish. But now, as she curled up and hid far away, her sorrowful eyes revealed a hint of strength from growing up and becoming more sensible.

That's quite strange.

Fujiwara Rin also wanted to ask her, "What do you understand?"

However, considering that the Yuki-onna couldn't speak, even if she learned some strange knowledge from somewhere, she wouldn't be able to tell her master. So Fujiwara Izaya could only patiently coax her by holding an ice pop.

"Come down and eat, or it will melt."

"Don't worry, Master didn't poison it, you'll be fine if you eat it."

"Do not believe?"

"If you don't believe me, Master, lick one first and see."

As he spoke, Fujiwara Rinya picked up a popsicle, popped it into his mouth and licked it, then held it up high: "Look, it's delicious, no problem at all."

The scene was so comical that Kawashima Miki couldn't help but clutch her stomach and laugh a few times.

Upon hearing the laughter, the Snow Woman's gaze lingered on her for a few seconds before returning to her mistress, her eyes filled with sorrow.

“If you don’t come down,” Fujiwara Izaya threatened her, “I’ll give them to the little spiders to eat right now, and I won’t leave you a single one.”

"..."

The snow woman pursed her lips.

A few clear tears slid down her cheeks, quickly freezing into ice crystals before rolling to the ground. One of them landed in Fujiwara Izaya's collar, cool and carrying an intense, unyielding sorrow.

Fujiwara Izaya's heart melted instantly.

Yuki Onna is the shikigami he has spent the most time with, and also his favorite shikigami. However, he has been too busy with many things in the past month, so he hasn't had much time to play games with her. Sometimes he hasn't even let her out for a stroll for several days in a row.

A pang of self-reproach welled up within him, and Fujiwara Izaya gently urged, "Come down. Master is reflecting on his mistakes. Yukihime, please forgive Master this once."

The Snow Woman tilted her head slightly.

She seemed to understand her master's meaning, and her lips twitched stiffly as if she were smiling, but it was hard to tell.

"Hmph~" Kawashima Miki glanced away, her expression a little sour.

Swirling with frost, her white dress billowing, the Snow Woman floated down from the ceiling, burying her face in Fujiwara Izaya's arms, her arms wrapped around his neck: "Ah~"

Fujiwara Izaya led her to sit on the sofa and patiently fed her one piece of food at a time.

After eating all 24 popsicles, the Snow Woman took her place.

Name: Yukihime

[Not yet awakened]

[Bond Level: 40%]

[Rank: High (0%)]

[Attack: D+]

[Defense: C]

Speed: D

[Assistant: C++]

[Active Skills: Ice Arrow (LV3), Blizzard Cage (LV2)]

[Talent Skill: None]

No new skills were added.

However, all basic attributes increased slightly, skills were upgraded by one level, and the bond level inexplicably increased by five points.

After closing the Yuki-onna's panel, Fujiwara Izaya glanced at Jorogumo's attributes.

Name: Jorogumo

[Not yet awakened]

[Bond Level: 5%]

[Rank: General (50%)]

Attack: B+

[Defense: D+]

Speed: C

[Support: B++]

[Active Skills: Poison Needle (LV4) and Inescapable Net (LV3)]

[Passive Talent: Enchanting Eye]

The 50% threshold for the General level is equivalent to that of a mid-level Demon General, which should be on par with Kawashima Miki.

Time passed slowly, and it was almost six o'clock.

Everything is ready, it's almost time to head out.

Fujiwara Izaya recalled the two shikigami and opened his arms to Kawashima Miki: "Aren't you going to hug me?"

"No hugging!" Kawashima Miki rolled her eyes at him, lazily patting her lips with her hand: "Ah~ I'm sleepy, I'm going to catch up on my sleep."

"I'll carry my wife back to her room."

"Eh~"

Fujiwara Izaya swiftly bent down, wrapped his arms around Kawashima Miki's two smooth, long, beautiful legs, and carried her into the bedroom.

"...Seriously, you're so domineering!" Kawashima Miki muttered, leaning against his chest, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What's so great about being royalty? Does being royalty give you the right to bully spiders?"

"I'm going to yell at someone later, I don't have time to coax you slowly..."

Fujiwara Izaya placed her on the bed and gently pressed his palm against her lower abdomen. There was no excess fat, and it felt very soft and smooth.

"Mmm..." Kawashima Miki responded with a soft, cat-like sound, "Go early and come back early, don't get seduced by pretty women."

"You need to stop being so jealous."

Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

"You're so jealous!" Kawashima Miki muttered, her eyes tightly shut, her body curling up slightly in tension. Afraid that Fujiwara Izaya would kiss her again, she simply turned to the side, shrinking like a little kitten. Her shy appearance, with her hands tightly gripping the sheets, was incredibly cute.

As soon as Fujiwara Izaya went out, she jumped up.

Barefoot, without even wearing shoes, she ran towards the full-length mirror in the dressing room, transforming into the appearance of Jorogumo, eager to see herself in the new clothes she had just worn.

Fujiwara Izaya, who had been hiding inside his clothes, quietly peeked out.

In my line of sight, the stunningly beautiful Spider Girl was swaying her hips in front of the mirror, blinking frequently as she observed her new clothes and the new markings on her face. Judging from her rosy complexion, she seemed to be completely captivated by her own beauty.

"Ah~"

After watching for a long time, Kawashima Miki put her hands on her hips and listened to the human upper body.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?" she asked herself in a languid and comfortable voice, her hands caressing the high curves of her breasts. "Yes, that's right, the fairest of them all is me, Kawashima Miki!"

Fujiwara Izaya clutched his lower abdomen, gritting his teeth to suppress a laugh.

But at that moment, his internal injuries were triggered by suppressing his laughter, and he coughed.

Instantly, he realized something was wrong.

Look over there at Asakawajima Miki.

Kawashima Miki was also staring at him, her round, oval face filled with astonishment, her eyes unfocused. Her full lips were tightly pressed together, as if she wanted to curse or cry. All the former beauty and gentle intellect had vanished from this once stunningly beautiful woman's face, leaving only a catastrophic fear.

I stared at her for five seconds.

Fujiwara Izaya's first thought was to tuck his head back into his clothes.

But as soon as he moved his neck, he couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out laughing.

"Fujiwara Izaya!"

At that moment, Kawashima Miki had only one thought in her mind.

First, she killed the brat, then she packed up her beautiful clothes and bags, and today she's immigrating to Mars.

"Pfft, haha, you're so cute, madam..." Fujiwara Izaya said as he ran out of the pile of clothes and headed for the elevator. "Goodbye, I'm going to the Onmyoji Bureau to yell at people. Madam, stay strong, don't commit suicide at home."

"..."

Kawashima Miki felt a lump in her throat and burst into tears of shame.