I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Her demeanor remained aloof and elegant, but the little hand she was holding was as obedient as a docile kitten. She always wore a smile, but when Fujiwara Izaya turned to look at her, she would lower her head and hide her smile.

The night was as still as water, letting through a faint light.

Each step felt like treading on soft creatures, with the vast starry sky shimmering on the mountaintop.

The endless mountain ranges seemed to have no end, and many places that appeared close by actually felt quite far apart. Yukino Riho was already exhausted, and as she walked, her gaze fell on Fujiwara Izaya's back.

"Are you tired?" Fujiwara Izaya touched her slightly messy long hair. Even though her face was pale and tired, her beautiful features were still radiant.

Yukino Riho didn't speak, but instead drew small fists on the ground with the soles of her shoes.

“Come up.” Fujiwara Izaya squatted down.

"Ah."

Yukino Riho gently leaned against his back.

Olaf floated beside her, her hair swaying as she followed.

The central courtyard of the palace.

The guest accommodation area in the central courtyard is also built by the river. The ancient buildings with wide streets and narrow alleys and long bluestone steps are now extremely quiet. Walking on them, Yukino Riho can hear many sounds—the rustling of voices inside the courtyard walls, the rustling of the wind blowing through the treetops, and her increasingly loud heartbeat.

She was somewhat worried that appearing in front of the people at the association like this would lead to her being removed from the list.

But she was more worried that Fujiwara Izaya wouldn't be with her tonight... At other times, she might not mind so much, but tonight was different... It wouldn't be complete if they couldn't wake up together tomorrow...

With her mind racing with all sorts of thoughts, Yukino Riho felt a little anxious and uncertain.

However, Fujiwara Izaya passed by the accommodation area but did not go in. Instead, he walked straight through the entrance and headed to a higher place.

"Eh?" Yukino Riho exclaimed hastily, "We've gone too far."

“Not too much.” Fujiwara Izaya looked up at the brightly lit buildings on the mountaintop. “That’s where you live, right at the very top.”

"Clam?"

Riho Yukino was stunned.

He had originally planned to tell her later, but after she said those words with tears in her eyes, Fujiwara Izaya decided to confess.

There's something I forgot to tell you.

"what?"

"Actually... I am the mountain god."

"...You again,"

"I'm not lying to you, the mountain god and I wear the same pair of pants."

"Yukino Riho didn't know what to say, so she could only angrily reach out and pull his ear hard."

"Ouch, be gentle!" Fujiwara Izaya feigned pleading, then casually told her, "By the way, let me tell you something: get some rest tonight, and attend my wedding tomorrow."

"What--"

"Our wedding!"

"...That's more like it."

"Besides you, there are two other brides."

"..."

"And there will be more in the future."

"?"

"A minimum of six."

After a moment of silence, Yukino Riho suddenly reached out and grabbed his neck.

"You scumbag, I'll kill you—"

Amidst Yukino Riho's sharp cry, Fujiwara Izaya soared into the air, carrying her to the mountain peak. Tonight was destined to be a blissful night. Although his wife was furious, he had enough patience and energy to surely appease her with gentle persuasion.

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Chapter 159. Mrs. Kasahara has gone to great lengths for Fujiwara's happiness.

Tonight, the hidden town is brightly decorated and magnificent.

The sounds of bells and drums resounded throughout the entire Imperial Mountain, but the inner courtyard of the palace at the summit remained serene, like another world.

On the terrace extending from the main building of the palace, Xia Xili, dressed in a simple yet intricately patterned kimono, sat elegantly at a low table, on which sat an antique-style bronze maid lamp.

She held the wide sleeve of her kimono with one hand and a calligraphy brush in the other.

A wind blew from the foot of the mountain, and the firelight flickered.

Dip the brush in ink.

The brushstrokes are both soft and strong, and the characters are rounded and neat with a delicate and elegant spirit, like small flowers blooming on rice paper.

On the tatami mat next to Natsuki Kuriko, Kasahara Fukaeri knelt, flipping through a book. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and the firelight cast an orange-red glow on her exposed shoulders, mirroring the color of her hair. Kawashima Miki rested her cheek on her hand, half-lying on the tatami mat, her eyes slightly narrowed. Perhaps bored, she twirled strands of her dark hair between her fingers, her expression distant and lonely.

Moonlight, candlelight, and a beautiful woman.

Moreover, there are three beautiful women here, making this scene arguably the most beautiful painting in the world.

At this moment, there were no other people in or around the palace, and no one but the women themselves could appreciate its beauty.

The wind blew in casually, rustling the papers on the table.

Kasahara Fukari had also lay down on her side at some point, her sleeves folded in front of her, her wide skirt flared out at her feet. Her delicate fingers turned the pages of the book, her gaze sweeping across the words.

This is a book explaining the local feng shui and strange phenomena of the Hida Mountains, including some customs and traditions, as well as some monsters and gods.

"Why are we guarding this place?" Kawashima Miki kept asking.

Neither of the other two answered her question. Her fingers loosened her hair, and she leaned languidly against the desk. Her loose kimono clung to her body, and her long, black hair fell to the ground, blending with the night.

I don't know how much time passed.

The flames stopped flickering, and the breeze quieted down.

The jade floor tiles were tinged with a faint reddish light, which danced across the palace, giving it a cold and lonely feel.

Xia Xili put down her pen and looked out over the terrace toward the town below.

The town showed little sign of modernization, and there were few electric lights. The only light visible was the fiery red flames burning across the mountains, creating a truly majestic and awe-inspiring scene. Countless noisy shouts and clamor, carried across the distant night, had faded as if filtered through several layers of paper.

In the darkness outside the palace, many little fairies, who only dared to emerge late at night, were drawn by the lights. They floated over and peered out the window, gently resting on the windowsill, peeking at the three beautiful enchantresses inside, seemingly captivated by their beauty.

Xia Xili chuckled softly.

In past summers, these mindless little sprites and a lecherous little Izaya accompanied her through countless wonderful nights here.

The light from the oil lamp shone through the thin veil, illuminating half of her face.

"What are you laughing at?" Kawashima Miki turned her head to look at him.

“You’re laughing at the three of us,” Xia Xili said, resting her chin on her hands and smiling as she looked at the two beauties opposite her. “The boys we like are out enjoying the excitement and beautiful women, while we can only stay alone in our empty rooms.”

Upon hearing this, Kasahara Fukaeri, who was engrossed in reading, looked outside.

The night in the mountains is tranquil; in her pitch-black heart, only the endless stream of fire reflected in the water can be seen.

“Look at this icy police officer,” Xia Xili began to tease her, “she’s even more anxious than the two of us.”

Kasahara Fukae immediately turned her gaze back to the book.

“Eri Fuka,” Natsuki Rin leaned over and snuggled up to her, “It’s a rare opportunity, so why don’t you open up and have a good chat with us?”

Kasahara Fukaeri shook her head slightly.

Perhaps feeling that Xia Xili's head was a bit heavy on her shoulder, she gently pushed it away, then gathered her skirt with a look of disgust, got up and sat on the other side.

"Haha~" Kawashima Miki laughed, clutching her stomach.

Suddenly, an explosion was heard outside the building.

The shockwave from the explosion spread outwards, and the mountain winds, which had subsided for a long time, began to blow again.

In that instant, the shockwave whipped up the skirts and long hair of the three women, and they all looked out. Beneath the dark sky, Aunt Qing's figure stood like a nail, firmly embedded in the turbulent air currents.

"Wow, amazing!" Kawashima Miki exclaimed, covering her mouth in surprise.

Kasahara Fukae stared intently at the figure.

If even the butler possesses such formidable power, then just how terrifying was the former mountain god...?

“The fireworks are about to start, wait a minute, I’ll get some drinks.” Xia Xili stood up and asked them with a smile, “How about sherry, diluted whiskey, and Dibery? Cocktails are too much trouble, so don’t even think about it.”

"I'm fine with whatever," Kawashima Miki said nonchalantly.

Ideally, use Scotch whisky. Dilute it with an equal amount of water, then add some ice.

"What about Eri Fuka?"

Kasahara Fukaeri calmly said, "A refreshing drink is ready."

"Are you afraid that if you get drunk, my Xiaolin will take advantage of you?"

"...No comment." Kasahara Fukaeri shrugged indifferently.

"Oh~~" Xia Xili's tone was quite intriguing.

"No, I'm not lying to you."

"Yes, I believe you."

"chestnut!"

Seeing that her best friend was about to turn against her, Xia Xili turned around and disappeared with a clear, bell-like laugh.

“Annoying…” Kasahara Fukari muttered, then straightened her skirt and sat up straight. Her temperament was already noble and aloof, and after sitting up straight, she exuded a cold and noble aura that kept people at a distance.

"Eri Fukamoto has such an elegant air about her..." Kawashima Mimi blinked. She had always admired Eri Fukamoto's background and her refined demeanor, even feeling a little inferior because of it.

After a while, Xia Xili returned with wine, some food, and a bucket of ice.

Her magnificent skirt trailed on the ground, her bare feet treading on the cold, jade-green tiles as she walked over, casually closing the cedarwood door behind her, which was painted with cranes. She walked around the chair, her back to the alcove adorned with golden clouds, and placed her things on the altar. When she sat down, her bright red, polished toenails were as vibrant as the large hibiscus blossoms on her skirt.

"So beautiful..." Kawashima Miki gazed at Natsuki with a touch of fascination. The human female form was undoubtedly the most beautiful form in the world, and becoming an unparalleled beauty was the ultimate dream of every female demon. For this dream, Kawashima Miki had made long and tireless efforts, even refraining from eating more than a single bite of meat, in order to grow into her current form.