I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The sound was crisp, clear, and rhythmic, carrying a chilling quality; it sounded like the footsteps of death.

"Gulp~" Inspector Suzuki broke out in a cold sweat.

Fujiwara Izaya looked at him sympathetically: "Change your resignation letter into a will."

"About the cemetery..."

I will help you.

"Thank you, little mage!" Inspector Suzuki stood up abruptly, turned around, and strode over to Kasahara Fukaeri, saluting and saying, "Good morning, Captain! I'm off to investigate the case now. Enjoy your meal, Captain!"

After saying that, he marched out the door, swinging his arms.

That silhouette was as heavy as a mountain.

Perhaps out of sympathy for him, or perhaps because he was frightened by Kasahara Fukari, Priest Ito scrambled to the door, saying goodbye without a word, and disappeared from Fujiwara Izaya's sight like a thief fleeing the police.

Kawashima Miki's brow furrowed slightly as she looked at Kasahara Fukaeri.

She was truly tall and slender, half a head taller than most men, with dazzling long orange hair, wearing a black suit, a tight mini skirt, and perfectly sexy legs extending from the narrow hem.

Her sharp eyes conveyed no trace of feminine fragility.

This is the beauty of the goddess Athena, no wonder the little devil is so gentle with her... Kawashima Miki sighed inwardly, her expression becoming serious as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Ms. Kasahara, please have a seat."

Kasahara Fukaeri pressed her hands down on her skirt and knelt down properly.

Those clear, unwavering eyes scrutinized Kawashima Miki without a trace of emotion. This woman's face was beautifully shaped, with delicate features and an alluring charm upon closer inspection. Her skin was fair and smooth, and the slightly open neckline revealed snow-white skin—she was undeniably attractive. If she were the passionate, proactive type, openly displaying her sensual desires, perhaps no man could resist her.

Thinking this, Kasahara Fukari shifted her gaze back to Fujiwara Izaya. Although her gaze wasn't particularly sharp, it scanned his entire body meticulously. Her eyes narrowed and widened intermittently, like a photographer adjusting the aperture of a lens.

"Uh, hello Captain!" Fujiwara Izaya greeted her.

Kasahara Fukaeri nodded slightly.

The waiter brought in two single-person meals and placed them on the table.

It's a delicate kaiseki meal, served in small portions, and looks elegant and light.

"Please have some," Fujiwara Izaya said, pushing a plate towards her.

He was about to eat the remaining portion himself, but Kawashima Miki snatched it away.

“I’m very angry about the Black Spider Group,” said Kasahara Fukari, calmly peeling the fish meat off the bones with her pointed chopsticks. “I came here to investigate them and the forces behind them, but you’ve cut off my trail all at once.”

Kawashima Miki lowered her head to eat her rice, but her ears were secretly perked up.

“I understand your anger,” Fujiwara Izaya said sincerely.

Kasahara Fukari waited silently for Tengo to continue.

During this time, she put the fish meat she had picked off into her mouth and took the time to chew it slowly.

“But I have to do it, for my wife,” Fujiwara Izaya said.

Kawashima Miki's hand trembled slightly, her face flushed slightly, and she immediately shook her head and said, "What does this have to do with me? Don't drag me into your own business!"

“I told Ms. Fuka Eri that she is extremely important to me.” Fujiwara Izaya put his arms around Kawashima Miki’s waist and pulled her close.

"Yeah~"

Kawashima Miki cried out in surprise and almost fell sideways into his arms.

Compared to Fujiwara Izaya, her body appears petite and supple. Through years of meticulous care, her muscles are slender and strong, and her entire body is beautiful and clean.

"Let me go..."

"Don't move, listen to me at a time like this."

"Humph!"

Kawashima Miki buried her face in his chest in a huff, too ashamed to show her face to anyone.

“I need to absorb the power of wishes, so the larger the Asakusa Shrine is, the better,” Fujiwara Izaya said, kneading her soft earlobe while looking at Kasahara Fukari. “After summer vacation, there will be a second branch, and more in the future. But I’m a student and I have to work under you, so I can’t manage so many things. Therefore, I need someone I can completely trust to help manage the shrine.”

"Can she be trusted?" Kasahara Fukaeri frowned as she looked at Kawashima Miki.

Kawashima Miki raised an eyebrow, turned her face away defiantly, and glared at her with unfriendly eyes: "How can I not trust you?"

“You’re not a good person,” Kasahara Fukaeri replied in the tone of a pawnshop owner appraising a watch.

"I……"

Kawashima Miki opened her mouth, but couldn't refute it.

Feeling a little wronged and resentful, she bit her lower lip, intending to use her alluring gaze to deal with the stern-faced policewoman.

"Be quiet." Fujiwara Izaya pinched her cheek.

Kawashima Miki grunted in dissatisfaction, nestled in his arms, and frantically ate the food with her chopsticks. Judging from her bulging cheeks, she seemed to be trying to turn her grief into appetite, or perhaps she mistook the food for Kasahara Fukae.

Fujiwara Izaya poked her chubby cheeks and teased, "You'll become a fat ball sooner or later!"

"!"

Kawashima Miki's eyelids twitched twice, she glanced sullenly at the food on the table, leaned her head back against his chest, and refused to eat.

Kasahara Fukae looked at them and quietly sipped her ice-cold beer.

"Besides the affairs of the shrine, there are many other things that I'll need her to manage for me in the future." Fujiwara Izaya said frankly, holding Kawashima Miki's soft body in his arms. "I have a large group of subordinates in Nagano Prefecture and Shikoku Shiramine. But in Nagano Prefecture, there's Iizuna Saburo Tengu, and in Shikoku, there's Hōkibō Tengu, who will guard Shikoku in my place. The attitudes of these two great demons towards me are ambiguous, so I have to be careful. Miss Miki is capable and shrewd; from now on, the logistical support for these two bases will all depend on her earning it back for me."

"In the end, they just treat me like a laborer..." Kawashima Miki muttered discontentedly.

"You're the young mistress, aren't you? These are all yours too." Fujiwara Izaya held her small hand and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"...This won't work!"

Kawashima Miki froze instantly and hurriedly covered her face with her hands.

Kasahara Fukari rested her elbow on the table, propped her chin on her hand, and pondered for a moment: "You trust her that much?"

“She’s my shikigami now.” Fujiwara Izaya smiled.

“Yes, that’s right, it’s a shikigami.” Kawashima Miki put down her hand and raised an eyebrow at Kasahara Mieri. “It’s a relationship that will never be separated, not even your upright boss can break it up!”

Judging from her beaming face, she probably doesn't know who it was that kept calling her stupid.

Kasahara Fukaeri simply nodded at this point, offering no further comment.

After staring at Fujiwara Izaya for a while, she said, "It seems to me that you have something buried in your heart, something unusually heavy. I felt it the first time we met."

"Ms. Kasahara has one too."

"I?"

"You have a pair of strong eyes, full of determination."

Kasahara Fukari stared silently at Fujiwara Izaya, a peculiar light shining in his eyes.

"There's something I want to confirm: yes or no," Fujiwara Izaya said. "In our future working relationship, you won't take advantage of me, will you?"

"Clam?"

A rare look of astonishment appeared on Kasahara Fukaeri's face.

Her lips remained slightly parted, revealing her pearly white teeth and a hint of pink tongue.

"Pfft, hahaha..." Kawashima Miki laughed so hard she almost choked, and started bumping the back of her head against Fujiwara Izaya's chest.

"As long as you don't take advantage of me, I'll do everything I can to help you." Fujiwara Izaya secretly patted Kawashima Miki's round and alluring buttocks and made a promise to Kasahara Fukaeri.

Kawashima Miki stopped laughing and glared at her angrily.

That's absolutely awful!

That kid is really wicked.

It's not that I wanted him to pat my butt, it's just that he's strong and powerful, and I couldn't break free.

After the initial shock, Kasahara Fukaeri's beautiful lips pressed tightly together into a line once again.

It's somewhat regrettable that she has such a beautiful face; she has large, beautiful eyes and stunningly beautiful features. Yet, her face always seems to be veiled by an opaque film. Unless absolutely necessary, she never speaks unnecessary words, nor does she show her emotions on her face.

"It would be a loss for all mankind if Ms. Kasahara didn't laugh more," Fujiwara Izaya remarked.

Kasahara Fukari seemed not to hear the compliment, and asked emotionlessly, "What do you want to do?"

“Of course, I will be a partner of justice!” Fujiwara Izaya said, his smile not fading. “What I said in the council chamber during the day was entirely from the bottom of my heart. I will not act from the perspective of humans or yokai, but from the perspective of ‘good’. This will always be the case until I leave.”

"Why?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked incredulously.

"Perhaps it's to achieve perfection."

"Perfect?"

“The perfection of the self,” Fujiwara Izaya replied.

"Understood, I will keep my mouth shut." Kasahara Fukaeri stood up and left in her delicate high heels.

"Hey, Ms. Fuka Eri!" Fujiwara Izaya called out. "Where's the office? When do I have to report for duty? And where's my ID? I can't do without it. I've been eyeing Ms. Miki's Ferrari for ages."

Kasahara Fukaeri tossed a document over her shoulder without turning her head.

Fujiwara Izaya opened it and looked at it. At the top was his ID photo, and at the bottom was the police insignia "Asahi Kage".

"Let me see." Kawashima Miki took it, leaned forward slightly, and examined it carefully under the light. "You're really handsome. Judging from your appearance, you're a really upright kid. Unlike you, who were both a scoundrel and a pervert to me."

Her fair little hands, illuminated by the light, appeared pink and delicate, creating a beautiful and charming scene.

Fujiwara Izaya gazed at those small hands with admiration. It was almost dazzling. She turned her hands around and covered her forehead with them. Her fingers were long and slender, and her movements were soft and flexible.

This action reminded Fujiwara Izaya of the Wind Dance in Shikoku.

As a child, he found it incredibly exciting to watch women in kimonos, their woven straw hats hanging low between their eyebrows and eyes. They moved with a slight bend in their bodies, their toes pointing inwards in a V-shape, their movements graceful and elegant.

Kawashima Miki's raised arm gesture was remarkably similar to the dancers' movements.

“Madam,” Fujiwara Izaya suddenly hugged her tightly, “did you dance the Dance of the Wind?”

“Uh, yes,” Kawashima Miki said shyly, lowering her eyes as if someone had caught her out, and nodded slowly. “I skipped a period of time when I was studying in Shikoku. Why are you suddenly asking about this?”

“I spent some time in Shikoku, so I recognized her immediately.” Fujiwara Izaya gazed at her updo and her long, slender, white neck. “Miss Miki, a high school student, wearing a cute JK uniform, with a round face that couldn’t hide the shyness of a young girl. What a pity, I wish I could see her.”

"..."

Kawashima Miki didn't dare to speak.