I have an unlimited number of shikigami

There were many monsters gathered at the entrance. She was led by the hand and walked while looking up at the fireworks. Occasionally, she would bump her head into Fujiwara Izaya's back because she couldn't walk any further.

Aside from the presence of monsters and gods, the Mountain God Festival is similar to a regular summer festival.

The hidden town has become a huge market. As the floats arrive one after another, various food stalls and game stalls are set up along the street, and the area is very lively amidst the flickering flames.

With the road ahead completely blocked, Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to turn around and stand face to face with Yukino Riho.

“It’s good to have lots of people,” he said with a smile. “I remember when we came back from the Meiji Park flea market, the tram we took was also very crowded. Because it was so crowded, I was very close to you, and it was the first time I thought you were very beautiful.”

"Why are you saying this..."

Yukino Riho shyly closed her eyes.

With her eyes lowered and eyelashes trembling slightly, Fujiwara Izaya's bold words made her blush. Her delicate earlobes, slightly peeked out from under her hair, were a deep crimson red and round and lovely like raindrops.

“Your ears are so beautiful,” Fujiwara Izaya said sincerely. “I can’t tell for a moment whether they’re blushing from shyness or from having applied rouge beforehand.”

"Ok?"

Yukino Riho subconsciously touched her earlobe and found it was frighteningly hot.

“I’m shy…” she said softly, raising her head slightly. “I don’t wear rouge. You’ve laughed at me before, saying that my makeup is no different from not wearing any, so I don’t wear it.”

Looking up, she saw Fujiwara Izaya's eyes reflecting the fireworks in the sky.

Those bright, intense eyes could not be concealed by anything; they possessed an incredible penetrating power. Such a gaze made her tremble with fear. Burned by that gaze, her delicate, fair skin felt a scorching sensation, and soon a fine layer of tears welled up.

"I'm melting..."

Riho Yukino's pleading voice carried a heart-wrenching sob.

Fujiwara Izaya, his gaze unwavering, asked softly, "Would you like to become a Yuki-onna?"

"Hmm?" Yukino Riho made a very slight nasal sound of doubt.

"I like the appearance of the Snow Woman."

"...That's a monster."

"It's okay, humans and monsters are the same to me."

"..."

Yukino Riho didn't know what to do.

“You should know how much I like Olaf.” Fujiwara Izaya was still holding her small hand with one hand, but quietly wrapped the other around her waist. “Since you and Olaf share the same senses, the feelings you experience are naturally the same as each other’s. Conversely, I also really like Ms. Yukino.”

"..."

Yukino Riho has started to have a fever.

This statement is somewhat shameless, but given her completely blank romantic experience, she couldn't possibly discern that this was a feeling of affection that Fujiwara Izaya was forcibly imposing on her.

Although Fujiwara Izaya does have some feelings for her.

Her naturally sweet and clear voice, her perfectly balanced cheerfulness, her sincere and frank attitude, and her charmingly contrasting personality all reveal her pure and innocent side. This purity is as fresh and beautiful as fruit in a glass container, making it impossible for Fujiwara Izaya to let her go.

Several spectacular fireworks burst into the sky, blooming into the shape of lotus flowers.

Yukino Riho glanced sideways at Fujiwara Izaya, her snow-white profile beautifully reflected in the sunlight.

Her pure white dress was now tinged with various colors. Upon closer inspection, Fujiwara Izaya noticed that the collar and cuffs of the dress were embroidered with snow waves and plum blossoms, giving it an elegant yet alluring feel, perfectly befitting the identity of a snow woman. The dress was tailored to fit her perfectly, clinging to her fair skin and delicate bones, highlighting her full and high breasts and her slender waist, showcasing her stunning figure to the fullest.

"You won't?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, pulling her into his arms with a sudden force.

"……you."

Riho Yukino's body began to tremble slightly.

A look of struggle flashed across her exquisite face, a soft moan lingering in her throat, the words of refusal about to escape her lips. A gust of icy wind swept through the air, the chill of the world rushing in from all directions, converging on her body, her snow-white skin glowing with a shimmering light, like a reflection of moonlight.

In the blink of an eye.

Like a ray of pale moonlight flowing into the darkness, long, silvery-white hair spread out before Fujiwara Izaya's eyes.

The surrounding noise suddenly stopped.

Everyone stared in stunned silence at the stunningly beautiful enchantress who had suddenly appeared.

Fujiwara Izaya was smitten.

That exquisitely beautiful face was flawless, exactly like Olaf's; it was a face of beauty that even the best craftsman could not paint. Her long, silvery-white hair cascaded down to her waist, her expression serene yet melancholic, her blue eyes like the surface of a lake rippling with waves.

Yukino Riho slowly turned her gaze, giving a cool and aloof look around.

Finally, she looked calmly at Fujiwara Izaya, her cool expression revealing no emotion.

“Yukino…” Fujiwara Izaya’s heart skipped a beat.

After transforming into a snow woman, her demeanor seemed to become much colder.

Her features also conveyed a sense of quiet melancholy, and her eyes always revealed a sorrowful quality.

"Let's go."

Yukino Riho spoke softly, her voice flowing through every corner like ice colliding.

A simple sentence was enough to convey the essence of the Snow Woman. Some even blushed, gazing at that noble and exquisite face, wondering what scenes they might have imagined.

"I never imagined I'd be watching fireworks with Yukino." Fujiwara Izaya took her hand and started walking forward again.

“Me too. I will never forget what happened today.” Yukino Riho said calmly, her expression serene yet melancholic. Her white dress resembled a half-open lotus flower, serene and pure, perfectly blending holiness and beauty.

Hand in hand, we stepped into the town entrance.

By this time, the sky had completely darkened, and a full moon appeared in the pitch-black sky, casting a silvery glow across the ground.

The brightly lit Hidden Town has transformed into a dreamlike world.

One colorful lantern after another lit up, and shouts of vendors rose and fell. These shop assistants were all kappa, wearing aprons. They had mouths like bird beaks, limbs like frogs, and turtle shells on their backs.

"Would you like something to eat?" Fujiwara Izaya's eyes darted across the various stalls.

Yukino Riho's expression was cold, like a piece of moonlight casually cut out. Hearing Fujiwara Izaya's question, she parted her red lips slightly and said in a cool and melodious voice, "You decide."

Fujiwara Izaya glanced at her sideways.

The pale orange firelight fell on her long, silvery-white hair, as if it were enveloped in a soft halo, and one could vaguely see the faint coolness emanating from between her strands.

do not know why.

Fujiwara Izaya particularly liked her in this pose.

Or perhaps, he particularly admired women with this aloof demeanor, including Kasahara Fukae. Watching a woman, as hard and cold as an iceberg, slowly melt into his arms was undoubtedly one of the most beautiful and moving moments a woman could experience.

At this moment, Fujiwara Izaya completely forgot about the mountain god festival.

His only thought right now is to find a fun and delicious place, invite Xuebao out, and have an unforgettable night together.

I walked along the street for a while.

With a few crisp "thump thump thump" sounds, three bald heads rolled in front of us.

These three heads are the yokai known as "Maikyuu." During the Kamakura period, three samurai were drinking together when a dispute arose, and they drew their swords and beheaded each other. These three heads then merged into one, becoming the yokai Maiikyuu.

"guest!"

The head at the very top spoke first.

"There's delicious eel rice here!"

Immediately afterwards, the second and third heads also spoke up one after another.

"There's some delicious wine here!"

"There are beautiful geisha performances here!"

Fujiwara Izaya glanced at the shops behind him.

One side of the space is situated by the river, offering stunning views of the pavilions and waterside terraces at night. The central courtyard features artificial hills and flowing water, and elegantly dressed geishas are already performing. Cherry blossoms dance on the stage amidst the misty atmosphere, promising a wonderful dining experience.

"Right here?" Fujiwara Izaya asked Yukino Riho.

Yukino Riho walked inside without saying a word.

Where her long, silvery-white hair reached her buttocks, the temperature plummeted, and the moisture in the air quickly condensed into frost. Wherever she went, it was as if she had created a pristine, untouched world, a world of crisp, cold purity. Fujiwara Izaya, standing beside her, felt the cool, refreshing sensation most directly; a sensation as invigorating as if coated with mint continued to spread.

Upon entering the shop, a maid immediately came to greet us.

"Please, guests, take your seats on the upstairs terrace."

Yukino Riho walked up the stairs, her gaze still radiating a distant and indifferent quality, like the cold moon.

With her alluring, slender figure and icy, aloof face, she seemed like a beauty who had emerged from a frozen river, her brows and eyes filled with a frost-like aloofness. Especially her blue eyes; the moment you met her gaze, it was as if you had fallen into a world of ice and snow.

Once you enter the terrace, you must take off your shoes before going inside.

"Take off your socks too," Fujiwara Izaya reminded her.

"..." Yukino Riho hesitated for a moment, but finally took off the white tabi socks from her feet. Her small, pale feet were slightly damp as they stepped onto the candlelit tatami mat.

"Come over here." Fujiwara Izaya took her hand and sat down on the terrace.

Behind her were mahogany railings, and outwards, a shimmering river stretched out, a boat laden with dreams of tranquility amidst the starry sky. Inside, a magnificently decorated stage revealed the true form of a cherry blossom enchantress, cherry blossoms drooping like willow branches, an scene of boundless beauty.

As soon as they sat down, birds with colorful feathers brought out baskets and served them fine wine and delicacies.

The dishes were served in small portions, yet were exquisitely and luxuriously prepared. Yukino Riho, who had been quite aloof, immediately frowned and asked with concern, "These must be very expensive, right?"

Fujiwara Izaya blinked.

In the candlelight, she seemed to transform back into that foolish woman who was troubled by money, her innocent and naive face reappearing, like a snowflake floating in the darkness in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Yukino Riho didn't understand the smile in his eyes.

"Everything here was brought out by the mountain god to entertain guests; it's free." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled, pulling her into his arms and whispering in her ear, "Shall we thank the mountain god?"

Yukino Riho closed her eyes, her chest heaving as she took a few rapid breaths.

She was still not quite used to being hugged, but she didn't feel uncomfortable... It was a very novel experience. As a snow woman without emotions, she had a faint expectation for that area she had never set foot in before.

"Snow Princess, come out." Fujiwara Izaya clapped his hands.

As soon as the icy wind blew, Yukino Riho immediately opened her eyes and looked out in front of her.

In the snow and ice, the snow woman slowly took shape. On her way to instinctively rush towards her master, she noticed out of the corner of her eye another snow woman in her master's arms.

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