I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Fujiwara Izaya immediately dropped his easel and ran towards the door as fast as he could.

The Maybach pulled into the yard, the door opened, and Mrs. Kasahara and her eldest daughter stepped out, followed by Mrs. Hoshimi from the driver's seat. Both women were dressed in black mourning clothes, carrying small, dark cloth bags. Apart from the gold pins clipped to their collars, neither wore any other conspicuous jewelry. Kasahara Fukaeri, on the other hand, wore her mother's light blue dress and dark gray high heels. Closing the car door, she removed her sunglasses and put them in her bag, her hair beautifully styled in soft, wavy waves.

"What did you bring back?" Fujiwara Izaya asked as he went up to her.

"I've ordered mourning clothes for you. We'll go to the old temple to pay our respects this evening." Mrs. Kasahara casually handed him the bag containing the clothes, her movements relaxed, as if she were treating a family member.

"Can the summer festival still be held as usual?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"With my older sister taking charge, of course there's no problem!" Mrs. Kasahara said proudly, like a primary school student.

Standing next to her, Fuka Eri remained expressionless. Strangely, the two women exuded vastly different auras. On the surface, they appeared to be a mother and daughter from a sophisticated family, but Fujiwara Izaya always felt they were more like best friends.

Of course, this could be because Mrs. Kasahara is young.

Her way of speaking was very interesting, displaying both a stern and composed side as well as a witty and playful one; her face was also beautiful, radiant and elegant. While her mother was stunningly beautiful, her sister was undoubtedly also a beauty, but if her mother's appearance was about skillfully maintaining balance, then her sister's beauty lay in disrupting that balance.

At least that's the impression Fujiwara Izaya observed.

Seeing her with Kasahara Mieri, the first thing that comes to mind is that the two look completely different in every way. From a distance, they exude a sisterly aura, but their temperaments are not similar at all.

"Oh, right, Fujiwara, you can't be biased tonight," Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile. "You have to take good care of your daughter, but you can't neglect your mother either."

"I don't have the ability to create clones." Fujiwara Izaya said innocently.

“Then the five of us women will stay by your side tonight,” said the elegant and serene Mrs. Hoshimi.

“There are six women.” Kasahara Fukari looked at the large G-Wagon in the yard.

"Who is that?" Mrs. Kasahara accurately pinpointed the key point.

"My godmother." Fujiwara Izaya's tone conveyed a sense of recklessness.

"Hmm?" Mrs. Kasahara looked at him with amusement, but her eyes held a strange malice. After a few seconds, she gently extended her hand and placed it on Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder. "Take me to see him."

Waaah...

Are the two great demons about to meet?

As Fujiwara Izaya walked towards the windbreak, he felt a sense of tragic grandeur, as if he were walking into a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire.

Chapter 135. Xia Xili's Little Thoughts

Back in the windbreak forest, Fujiwara Izaya pretended to draw a sketch of Kasahara Asuka.

Sunlight filtering through the treetops moved across the beach, and a silver plane flew towards the shimmering sea. Xia Xili's necklace also shimmered with the same light.

Opposite her, Mrs. Kasahara looked directly at her with warm, bright black eyes—eyes of wisdom that had seen much of the world. Natsuki returned those eyes with impeccable manners.

“Come sit here for a while.” Mrs. Kasahara pointed to the deck chairs behind the windbreak and gestured for her to sit there. After Natsuki Ruri sat down, she also sat down in the chair opposite her, making almost no sound, like a clever mother fox tiptoeing through the forest.

"Would you like something to drink?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked.

“Iced vanilla tea,” Mrs. Kasahara said, then asked Natsuki, “And you?”

“Same.” Xia Xili nodded.

Then, she slightly pulled the corners of her mouth outwards as if she were smiling, but she wasn't actually smiling.

"Wait a moment." Mrs. Hoshimi nodded gently and left the windbreak, walking gracefully back to the dojo as if she were dancing a social dance.

"Chairman Hoshimi and you have such a good relationship," Xia Xili said in surprise.

“Miko and I have been playing together since we were little,” Mrs. Kasahara chuckled softly. “Eh, Fujiwara-kun,” she looked at Fujiwara Izaya, a pleasant smile spreading across her face. “What a radiant and beautiful aunt! You’ve kept this from your sister for so long.”

“I’m drawing,” Fujiwara Izaya said, looking at the drawing board.

Asuka Kasahara, a model, gestured towards her mother with her lips, as if conveying a signal. Mrs. Kasahara nodded knowingly, a gesture that greatly puzzled Fujiwara Izaya. Did this mother and daughter perhaps have some special way of communicating?

As for Hoshimi Rinko, she was still leaning against the tree trunk reading a book, the book so thick that it didn't interest anyone in reading. But her ears were perked up high, and when Fujiwara Izaya looked over, she was just tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with her fingers, a gesture that made her look quite intellectual.

The conversation returned to Mrs. Kasahara and Natsuki Kuri. Kasahara Fukaeri remained like a robot, silently watching the two of them, her slender fingers gracefully clasped together on her knees, looking quite elegant.

“Shall I call you Chestnut?” Mrs. Kasahara asked.

"It is my honor." Xia Xili's demeanor suggested that she was a well-mannered woman who valued etiquette.

Why aren't you so reserved when you're with me... Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself.

"Do you like this place?" Mrs. Kasahara continued to ask.

"You mean Nan-indou-cho?" Natsuki asked rhetorically.

"Yes."

"I got a good impression, even though I didn't go anywhere. I just saw things I happened to pass by: the beach, a small convenience store, a sunflower field... that's about it."

"Don't you find Nan-Yin-Dou-Chō boring?"

Xia Xili shook her head and said, "Frankly speaking, I don't have time to feel bored. Besides... is this a boring place?"

Mrs. Kasahara shrugged slightly: "I came here a few times when I was younger and found it quite boring. But now, it's alright, there are more special things and more interesting people here."

"More interesting people?"

“Well, look,” Mrs. Kasahara pointed to Fujiwara Izaya, “my long-lost younger brother.”

"Yes, I am," Fujiwara Izaya replied.

Xia Xili merely wore a social smile, avoiding making any statement.

It was clear that Auntie had become more cautious when facing the even more cunning and shrewd Chairman Kasahara. Fujiwara Izaya's eyes darted between the two women, a bold idea forming in his mind—let Mrs. Kasahara help discipline Auntie!

The air on the beach was warm and humid, filled with the stuffy smell of the sea.

"Here, have something to eat." Mrs. Hoshimi brought over a tray containing a celadon teapot and a set of teacups, along with napkins and two small dishes of biscuits and fruit. The aroma of vanilla tea blended perfectly with the summer seaside atmosphere.

"Thank you, Miko. You can leave the rest to your sister." Mrs. Kasahara smiled elegantly and calmly.

“I’m the older sister.” Mrs. Hoshimi retorted habitually, then placed the tray on the garden table, quietly pulled out a chair and sat down, her movements as nimble as a primary school student.

Mrs. Kasahara picked up the teapot lid, smelled the aroma, and after confirming that the tea leaves had unfurled, slowly poured the tea into the cup.

“Here, Chestnut, you go first.” She handed the first cup to Xia Xili. “On this hot summer day, why not enjoy some iced herbal tea while admiring the sea view? If you’d like, please come to the dojo for lunch later. Don’t be shy.”

"Thank you." Xia Xili accepted the teacup with both hands. "What a wonderful family-style dojo. I'm definitely not going to leave."

"Haha, welcome, Kuriko." Mrs. Kasahara smiled and brushed her hair back. "Compared to ordinary dojos, my place can really be called a family-style place. It's a warm and peaceful space where no one else can come in except for our family."

"Cheers to family." Xia Xili raised her cup high, then quietly took a sip of tea. Savoring the fragrance of the tea, she nodded gently, placed the cup back on the table, lightly pressed a napkin to her lips, and then placed it on her lap. Every movement and step was impeccable.

This person feels wonderful… Mrs. Kasahara thought, intelligent, neat, well-mannered, and very beautiful.

Beside the table, two other women, like Xia Xili, silently took a sip of tea. Then the four women began eating biscuits—freshly baked gingerbread, still retaining the aroma of fresh ginger.

The tranquil atmosphere lasted for a while, and no external sounds could be heard.

A beautiful summer sky stretched out above the treetops, not a single cloud in sight, and the women let their thoughts wander freely in their hearts.

Fujiwara Izaya stretched lazily halfway through his drawing.

He finds this very interesting.

The six women present were all perfect women, embodying beauty, sophistication, and elegance. And they were all currently single… In this forest filled with the scent of the sea, one emotion departed, and another arrived. Everything was alluring. Among them, Xia Xili was the most captivating.

She came dressed up in a very formal way today.

Her face was delicately powdered, giving it a rosy glow that was incredibly alluring. Her neck was white and tender, smooth and radiant, exuding youthful charm. In particular, when she occasionally stroked her cheek and looked at Fujiwara Izaya, her eyes sparkling with a coquettish expression, she was absolutely stunning.

After finishing her tea, Mrs. Kasahara leaned back in her chair and looked at Natsuki Riki with great interest.

This beautiful woman, with long, fine hair hanging down her forehead, was, in her heart, as captivating as Audrey Hepburn in "Roman Holiday."

"By the way, Chairpersons, I have a favor to ask." Xia Xili seemed to remember her purpose and smiled calmly, "Please don't think I'm being presumptuous."

"Please speak," Mrs. Kasahara said with a gentle smile.

They're clearly two lecherous devils, why are they pretending to be pure angels... Fujiwara Izaya cursed both of them this time.

“I want you to hand over Mrs. Tanimura to me,” Xia Xili said.

Upon hearing this request, Mrs. Kasahara's eyes flashed with surprise, and she asked in bewilderment, "If you want her, why tell Fukaeri about her situation? Can't you just go and catch her yourself?"

Xia Xili tapped the armrest lightly with her fingertips as she pondered something. As she thought, the fine hairs on her forehead rippled like ears of wheat in the sea breeze.

"I told Fuka Eri about her story mainly so that you would know that such a thing happened."

"Hmm." Mrs. Kasahara nodded slightly in approval.

This woman is remarkable… The chairman thought to himself. If she wanted the fox demon, it would be more convenient and less troublesome for her to catch it herself, but she would lose an opportunity to curry favor with the superiors, and it would be difficult to ask for their help later.

“I can give you the fox spirit, but…” Mrs. Kasahara said in a formulaic voice, “I want to know what other information you have that we don’t know about.”

"Actually, there aren't many." Xia Xili opened her handbag and took out a few photos, arranging them next to an elegant teapot.

Several people looked over and saw a photo of the young woman's body and close-ups of some of her organs.

His back, chest, abdomen, buttocks, thighs... even the soles of his feet bore the marks of violence, bruises, and red streaks. It appeared he had been whipped with a belt, and his thighs and lower abdomen also bore marks resembling cigarette burns.

Kasahara Fukaeri couldn't help but frown.

Having spent several years in Section 9, she had seen similar photos, but none of them were this serious.

"Who is this woman?" Asuka Kasahara asked curiously.

The two chairpersons exchanged the same question in their eyes, and Hoshimi Rinko closed her book, waiting for the next installment.

“She was one of my employees.” Xia Xili sighed, tapping her forehead with her fingertips, looking troubled. “Because she was set up, she incurred a huge debt with high interest rates. Unable to repay it, she was forced to work as a prostitute for a period of time. That’s what happened to her during that time.”

Fujiwara Izaya put down his paintbrush and listened quietly.

“I can’t just sit idly by when something like this happens to my own men.” Xia Xili twirled her short hair around her fingertips and propped up the leg under the table. “After investigating, I found out what’s going on. It’s a yakuza organization based in Ikebukuro and Shinjuku called One-Man Group. It’s very troublesome.”

"Is there something wrong with the other side?" Mrs. Kasahara said in a very objective tone. "With the Natsuki family's wealth, dealing with a yakuza organization shouldn't be difficult."

“Yes, there’s a big problem.” Xia Xili ran her fingers through her short hair, occasionally rubbing her earlobe. “On the surface, they’re just an ordinary gangster running a loan sharking operation and a brothel, but secretly they also deal in drugs and arms. They do whatever makes money quickly.”

"It's not a big problem," Mrs. Kasahara said, maintaining a neutral tone.

“They also have demons, I saw it with my own eyes,” Xia Xili said with certainty, then added, “In the brothel where my employee works, there is a fox demon that acts as a prostitute and feeds on the blood of its clients.”

The expressions of the two chairpersons turned serious. Kasahara Mieri was the same. She was also learning about these things for the first time, and only had a vague understanding of Natsuki Riki's entire plan.

"Why are you telling me this?" she asked Xia Xili with that look in her eyes.

“That’s a fox demon, I’m more interested in it, so I’ll keep it from you for now.” Xia Xili just smiled slightly and continued the previous topic, “I bought several batches of weapons from them as a buyer. After we established mutual trust, I was able to extract deeper information during our conversations. They’re desperately trying to make money because they’ve been buying up Huang Songyu on a large scale.”