I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Listen to the sound of his footsteps as he ran up the stone steps, and gaze at the lights of the night sea under the night sky.

"What secret did you and Eri share? I'm really looking forward to it..." she murmured, her slender fingertips brushing against her full breasts, and she chuckled softly in the night.

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Walking along the deserted approach to the temple, Fujiwara Izaya held a lily in his hand.

In the darkness, the flowers drooped their heads sadly.

He gently kissed the petals with his lips.

The touch of his lips to the lily was a delicate and subtle sensation, like the gentle embrace of a mountain ridge at dawn. He thought to himself, "The pure basis and pure guarantee of the flower are all here, truly all here. What does it have to do with Eri? Fire, flower... flower in the fire? And what's this surprise? This woman is full of lies, completely untrustworthy, more like a shock... Oh well, never mind, the flower is in my hands, that's enough, what else is there to worry about?"

Chapter 154. Hida Mountains, Your God Has Returned.

The next morning, it was still raining.

I received a call from Kawashima Miki early this morning.

Are you up yet?

"Um……"

"Going home today? Why aren't you up yet?"

"Okay, I understand."

"Eri and I will come to pick you up."

"Two people?"

"correct."

"How about I go..."

"All--"

Kawashima Miki hung up the phone without hesitation.

Lying in bed, Fujiwara Izaya rubbed his eyes, then got out of bed to go to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Mint-flavored toothpaste is always so annoying.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

"Pooh--"

After washing his face, Fujiwara Izaya sat on the sofa, ate an apple, and pondered how to introduce Yukino Riho to other women.

On the table to his left, there were five copies of Proust's *In Search of Lost Time*. They weren't new; they showed signs of having been read. He picked one up and flipped through it rapidly. There were also several magazines, some weekly, some monthly.

Less than half an hour later, the sound of a supercar engine could be heard outside.

A yellow Ferrari was parked in front of the [lemon] bakery.

First to get out was Kasahara Mieri. She brought her knees together, quickly twisted her body, and stepped out of the car with a brisk movement. A moment later, Kawashima Miki got out of the driver's seat, kicked the car door shut with an impatient, sulky gesture, and then stared at the bakery with jealousy.

In terms of age, the two are not much different.

They have slightly different temperaments.

The graceful way the two walked side by side brightened even the gloomy, rainy day.

Fujiwara Izaya secretly observed the two women through the gap in the blinds.

Today is the day to go home, and it's obvious that these two are here to ambush him... But it's not a good time to go out now, as Yukino Riho is also on the first floor, and he doesn't want to get scolded first thing in the morning.

The rain was still falling, and a slightly cool breeze gently swayed the two women's soft hair.

"What's going on..." Kawashima Miki brushed the hair that had fallen on her forehead away with her hand in disgust.

In the bakery, a young woman with her hair tied in a ponytail sat at the counter reading a book.

She was wearing a thin blue sweater, so thin that the shape of her breasts was clearly visible.

She has a lovely face, pretty pink nails, and seems to have a very good temper.

The rain was still falling silently, and Kawashima Miki had neither an umbrella nor a yellow raincoat.

After standing there for a few seconds, she took a paper bag from the car and quickly walked into the store.

Kasahara Fukari was hesitating whether or not to go in.

Fujiwara Izaya peeked out of the second-floor window and waved to her.

Kasahara Fukae gave him a cold glance.

Today, her older sister was dressed conservatively in long jeans, black high heels, and a white women's blouse, with a belt around her waist. She carried a small black patent leather handbag—women always seem to have something in their hands. As for what was inside, Fujiwara Izaya had no idea, and Fuka Eri probably wouldn't show it to him anyway.

"Welcome!"

The sound of a bell rang, and Yukino Riho looked up from behind the bar.

She is beautiful and has a quiet temperament, giving people a very comfortable feeling upon first meeting.

"Where is he?" Kawashima Miki wiped the water stains from her hair with a handkerchief.

She wore a navy blue midi skirt and dark blue pantyhose. Her breasts, visible beneath her blouse, were shapely and alluring, not as large as Mrs. Kasahara's, but in no way inferior in beauty.

"Who is it?" Yukino Riho tilted her head slightly, giving a puzzled look.

That innocent and naive look is very captivating.

Kawashima Miki, who was originally full of complaints, instantly lost her anger at coming to catch the mistress.

Kasahara Fukae also came in and explained, "We are Fujiwara-kun's friends."

Yukino Riho narrowed her eyes, then looked on with a look of realization. "Oh, I see... Ah, I'm so sorry, I neglected you." She then stood up apologetically and walked over to the bar. "Sit here, have something to drink first, I'll go call him down."

After she finished speaking, she took out a cup and boiled water to make coffee.

It's definitely not hand-ground coffee or distilled coffee; it's just instant coffee.

While she was making coffee, Fujiwara Rinya came down from the second floor and greeted Kawashima Miki: "Good morning, you're here so fast."

"You probably don't want to see me at all." Kawashima Miki's lifeless voice came through, which was really creepy to hear so early in the morning. Her legs, under her olive green miniskirt, were crossed in a beautiful pose.

"It's only been a day since I last saw you, don't be jealous, okay..." Fujiwara Izaya walked over, sat down next to her, patted her arm, and gestured for her to come closer.

Kawashima Miki snorted and turned to look at the rainy street outside the window.

"I'm looking for Eri Fukamoto, but she insisted on coming here to wait for you." Her stubbornness was really funny.

"I know, you'll always have an excuse." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled and hooked his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace and giving her a quick pinch. "Yesterday I went to the Onmyōryō headquarters to get your paperwork done. I also had my aunt make your shrine maiden outfit, so you can move to Asakusa Shrine in September."

Kawashima Miki's eyelids twitched slightly a few times.

She was pleased with his performance, so she didn't say a word even though he was taking advantage of her breasts.

Yukino Riho brought out the coffee from the kitchen, and Fujiwara Rin let go of her hand as soon as he heard footsteps.

Kawashima Miki's expression changed, and she slapped his thigh hard.

“We brought some food,” Kasahara Fukari said, opening the large white paper bag. “We’ll eat it before we set off.”

Yukino Riho looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a puzzled expression, as if asking, "Which road should we take?"

Her large eyes met Fujiwara Rinya's, looking somewhat bewildered and innocent. Fujiwara Rinya didn't want to answer the question and quickly said, "Thank you so much. I just ate an apple. Come on, have some with me, don't be shy."

Sooner or later you'll die at the hands of a woman... Kasahara Fukari began to worry about the future of her philandering subordinate.

The breakfast they brought was quite substantial.

There were roast beef sandwiches, salad, smoked baby fish, and blueberry ice cream, and the portions were generous. The table was laden with food, resembling a small banquet.

Four monsters disguised as humans are chewing sandwiches, eating salads, and catching smoked baby fish.

On the surface, the atmosphere seemed quite harmonious.

Except for the sullen Kawashima Miki.

But the other two women at the table were not combative.

So her only way of venting was to keep pinching the dog's thigh.

Despite the pain, Fujiwara Izaya felt fortunate as he ate.

Thankfully, Miss Yukino was rather dim-witted and couldn't see the murderous intent in Miss Miki's eyes, otherwise this would have been another chaotic scene.

The white fog drifted and dispersed between the city buildings, and the sunlight gradually rose from below the tall buildings. After breakfast, Kawashima Miki and Kasahara Fukari returned to the car, while Fujiwara Izaya packed his things, grabbed a small backpack, and prepared to head out.

“Fujiwara-kun…” Yukino Riho called out.

Fujiwara Izaya turned around: "What's wrong?"

Leaning against the bar, she frowned slightly: "When are you coming back? Ryoko and I are leaving for Nagano Prefecture after we finish moving... If we come back late, I'm afraid you won't make it in time..."

"I'll go with them."

"Um……"

"See you there." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled, secretly pointing to the car outside. "That tigress is waiting for me to explain things. I'll get yelled at if I don't go with her."

As the sun rose higher, with lingering mist in the sky, Yukino Riho looked up and smiled.

Some things suddenly became clear in my mind.

Who is she?

"Miss Mei-ji. My first wife, a wealthy woman, isn't she very beautiful?"

"Hmm... I'm quite envious of her. I also want to earn more money. Fujiwara-kun... will you teach me?"

"it is good."

"Thank you," said Yukino Riho. "Fujiwara-kun is so kind."

It wasn't gentleness; Fujiwara Izaya turned back with a smile.

It's just out of love; I simply want to give every beautiful monster sister a warm home.

Once inside the car, Kawashima Miki leaned against the door and turned to look at him.

“She is a snow woman,” Fujiwara Izaya explained.

Kawashima Miki's expression softened a bit, she wrinkled her little nose, and ignored him. She just stared quietly across the street, seemingly sulking, lost in thought, looking rather resentful.