I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Kasahara Fukaeri cried out in surprise and quickly turned her face away.

"What's wrong?" Fujiwara Izaya asked immediately.

When Kasahara Fukari looked at the mask again, she realized that the mask was not alive at all, and even a child could tell that it was fake.

"N-nothing..." she said, her expression calming down.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Mrs. Tanimura asked with a smile.

Kasahara Fukie nodded silently.

"Why don't you try it on?" Mrs. Tanimura asked earnestly. "Miss, you are so beautiful. This mask suits your beauty perfectly, don't you think? Perhaps it can protect you and keep you forever young."

"I already possess eternal youth..." Kasahara Fukaeri had no such thoughts.

But then, Fujiwara Izaya picked up the mask and slowly pressed it against her face: "Sister, try it on."

As he spoke, he put his hand behind Kasahara Fukaeri's head and slowly tied the rope.

Through their masks, the two exchanged glances.

'This mask is strange, why are you making me wear it?'

'Since she's plotting something, let's just go along with it and see what happens. Don't worry, I'll protect my sister.'

'Who gave you permission to call me sister!'

'You changed the subject so abruptly!'

'asshole!'

After exchanging glances, Fujiwara Izaya leaned back slightly to look at Kasahara Fukari, who was wearing a mask, from a slightly farther distance.

The classic lipstick faded gradually from the corners of her lips to the inner corners. Her lips were slightly parted, like a flower bud stuck in the snow. She was beautiful, but no matter how beautiful she was, she couldn't compare to the person beneath her. Looking at Eri Fuka through the mask was like embracing a girl in a dream—not satisfying at all.

"How about it?"

Kasahara Erii moved her neck, making the mask appear in various poses.

The mask came to life with the slightest movement. She wore a retro long dress and a plain shirt, her bright orange hair swaying on either side of the mask, creating a hazy and gentle charm.

“So cute!” Fujiwara Izaya couldn’t help but say. “The day before yesterday, Mother wore a fox mask, but she wasn’t as cute as my sister.”

Beneath the mask, Kasahara Fukari chuckled to herself.

Sitting opposite her, Mrs. Tanimura narrowed her small, cunning eyes, like a mother fox half-asleep at dawn. She pursed her red, smooth lips and said, "Fujiwara-kun, please look back at me."

Fujiwara Izaya turned around and faced her.

Just then, Kasahara Fukari, who was beside him, trembled, as if she had encountered something terrifying, and her body stiffened.

"Fujiwara-kun, I have a question for you." Mrs. Tanimura pinched her left wrist with her right hand. "So ghosts really do exist in this world. And yokai too..."

"You didn't know before?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, looking surprised.

“I only saw her for the first time last night.” Mrs. Tanimura slowly rolled up her sleeves, revealing a fresh scar on her left wrist.

"What happened to this injury?" Fujiwara Izaya glanced at it; it was a cut left by a sharp blade.

“Look more closely.” Mrs. Tanimura shifted her position, turning around to sit closer to him. The tea room inexplicably dimmed. She leaned close to Fujiwara Izaya's ear and whispered, “I was injured by a demon, I’m so scared, please protect me…”

The fishy smell wafted from the woman's body.

It has a very lewd feel to it.

“Wherever there is a deficiency, a pitfall, or a dark hole in the spirit, there will be ghosts.” Fujiwara Izaya remained clear-headed.

"Ah, what a philosophical statement." Mrs. Tanimura smiled, revealing gleaming fangs at the corners of her moist lips. "I like it."

The black lilies tucked in her hair emitted a persistent, fishy scent, igniting a spark long planted in Fujiwara Izaya's heart. Something compelling seemed to ignite within him; as the lady's hair brushed against his cheek, he saw a fox yawning languidly and alluringly in the bright moonlight, all around in utter silence. At that moment, the ancient temple under repair became an empty temple.

In his hallucination, he walked toward the fox.

The fox transformed into a woman, with a pair of furry ears on her head and a fluffy, soft tail swaying behind her.

"Bear with it, I'll let you enjoy it soon..." she said in a charming voice, tilting her head back to look around, then turning around and kneeling in front of Fujiwara Izaya, hugging his calves and rubbing her cheeks against his for a moment before kissing him.

This was the first time Fujiwara Izaya had ever felt such excitement, oblivious to everyone else around him.

Even when Kawashima Miki drugged him with smoke, he had never been this excited... He turned his gaze, looking for Kasahara Mieri, who was on a rock not far from him, humming a song while looking at the moon.

Soon, pink smoke filled the entire world.

The long kiss and the touch of the fox woman's soft lips ignited a fire in his heart. The flame spread along its predetermined path, and the shimmering sky, the rustling of the wind-swept forest, the roar of the waves... these things existed in a disorderly and scattered manner.

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Outside the tea room, a maid came in.

Lady Tanimura rose to greet her: "Lady Shizuka."

"The Black Lily's poison has taken effect?" The woman called Shizuka glanced at Fujiwara Izaya and Kasahara Mieri. Both of them had their eyes closed and were breathing rapidly.

“This boy has a lot of toxins in his body; he won’t wake up for at least an hour,” Mrs. Tanimura said respectfully. “This woman has very few toxins in her body, but she won’t wake up as long as the mask isn’t removed.”

Jingxia reached into the wooden box on the table, picked up the yellow pine jade beads one by one, and stuffed them down her throat. 3806 grams was a bit much, but luckily she wasn't human and could swallow it all.

After eating it all, she stood up and walked towards the door.

"Lady Shizuka," Lady Tanimura called from behind, "what should we do with these two?"

"Kill him!" Jingxia said without turning her head. "Afterwards, find a way to escape on your own. If you can't escape, find a way to keep the secret."

"understand!"

As soon as I stepped out of the courtyard, the monks guarding the gate immediately surrounded me.

"Madam asked me to go down the mountain to buy some things," Jingxia said shyly.

"Can we do it for you?" one of the monks asked.

"No, no..." Jingxia's face flushed red, and her voice grew even softer, "What Madam wants is something for women, it's a matter of privacy..."

"What do women use?" a monk asked, looking puzzled.

"It's obvious you've never been with a woman, let me tell you..." Several other monks gathered around and teased him.

Amidst laughter, Jingxia bypassed the monk and successfully left the courtyard.

But just as they reached the edge of the pool, they heard several "swish" sounds behind them.

When she turned around, she saw three dark gun barrels pointed at her.

"Where to?" The Ninth Section agent in charge asked, his voice devoid of emotion, filled only with a sense of duty.

"I came down the mountain to buy something..." Jingxia's face turned pale with fright as she said softly, "I only came out because your Inspector Kasahara gave me permission..."

The Section 9 agents exchanged glances, and one of them searched her, finding nothing unusual. Since Inspector Kasahara was still sitting in the tea room, wearing a mask and playing around, the Section 9 agents didn't suspect anything and waved her away.

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In a small building about 30 meters away from Mrs. Tanimura's residence, the Kyoto girls were already preparing to return home.

Because of the sweltering afternoon heat, Kana Fujiwara had just come out of the shower.

Wearing a loose yukata, her cheeks were flushed with a delicate blush, and her damp black hair glistened with moisture.

Inside the cubicle, the companions who were packing their luggage were chattering away, unaware that a short-haired woman had slipped in and was reaching out her claws towards their leader.

Chapter 133. Eri's Illusion

Are we heading back to Kyoto tonight?

"Yes, a car will be coming to pick us up later."

"What a pity..."

"Chiyo, what are you regretting?"

The girl named Chiyo is very cute; when she puffs out her cheeks, she looks like a little squirrel.

When asked what she regretted, she clenched her fist and said to her companion, "The rising star of the younger generation! We only met once, and I didn't even get his contact information. Isn't that a pity?"

"You mean Fujiwara Izaya?" Rinne asked incredulously.

“Yes, it’s him.” Chiyo nodded vigorously. “There are so many talented young people in Kansai, but none of them can compare to him.”

"Hey, shh, keep your voice down..." Rin glanced instinctively at Fujishima Kana's room. "He and our Inari Shrine are mortal enemies, don't let Kana-nee hear us!"

"Why bother with that..." Chiyo smiled beautifully and tucked her hair behind her ear.

Indeed, Fujiwara Izaya completely destroyed the Inari Shrine's prestige in the Kanto region, making him an enemy no matter how you look at it... But what does the entanglement of interests among those powerful figures have to do with a little girl like her?

"Lingyin, don't you think he's really amazing?"

"That's impressive. He's only seventeen, but he already has the strength of a general."

"The key is his position, acting chairman... If nothing unexpected happens, he will be one of the top 25 in the country next year, a position we can never reach in our entire lives."

"Really?" A companion nearby, unaware of the situation, gaped in surprise.

The person speaking was just an apprentice shrine maiden who hadn't even passed the lower-level assessment.

“Of course it’s true,” Chiyo exclaimed excitedly. “Asakusa Shrine already has a chairman’s seat, and the Kanto branch doesn’t tend to fight like we do in Kansai. It’s only a matter of time before Fujiwara Izaya becomes the official chairman…”

"Do you have any other information about him?" the other girl asked.

"Yes, for example, what type of girl does he like?"

"Hey! You're not allowed to have any funny ideas, he's the enemy—"

Thanks to Chiyo's explanation, the girls from Kyoto gradually began to learn about the junior priests of Asakusa Shrine.

Inside the room, Kana Fujishima, wrapped in a bath towel, heard her companion's laughter and what she was saying.

She could understand how her companions felt.

It's perfectly understandable for girls in the bloom of youth to yearn for strong and handsome boys, and even if it doesn't come to fruition, it doesn't stop them from fantasizing. However, Kana Fujishima disdains discussing such matters.

As the leader of the younger generation at Fushimi Inari Shrine, Kana Fujishima is equally talented.

At only seventeen years old, she possesses the strength to rise to the top, undoubtedly the number one genius in the Kansai region. In the Kanto region, she's only slightly inferior to those two monsters.

She's quite capable, and she's also quite good-looking.

Kana Fujishima believes she is very cute and no less so than anyone else.