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"Ah~"

Kasahara Fukaeri sighed painfully.

There was a sense of despair in that long, drawn-out voice.

Holding her right hand with his left, Fujiwara Izaya asked, "What did you wish for?"

"And you?" Kasahara Fukaeri asked in return.

"I want to be with the three beauties of the Kasahara family..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kasahara Fukari stomped on his foot and coldly scolded, "Stop dreaming, you won't get any of them."

“Isn’t there one already?” Fujiwara Izaya raised his right hand and held their intertwined hands up to her eyes. “The wedding is already over. We had a plan with the God of Marriage. Eri-nee can’t escape now.”

Kasahara Fukaeri turned her head to look at the cherry blossoms to one side.

The cherry blossoms blooming in the wind are so beautiful, I can never get enough of looking at them.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the cherry trees, fluttering down like golden butterflies. Many guests were admiring the flowers, and on the other side of the lake, a maid was playing the zither.

There was a pavilion by the lake, and quite a few people were inside.

From afar, Fujiwara Rin saw Yukino Riho's figure, and Kitagawa Ryoko baring her teeth like a little tiger.

He released Kasahara Fukaeri's hand and walked straight up.

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The afternoon sun shone through the clouds on the horizon, and flocks of birds flew overhead.

Rows of cherry trees stand along the lake embankment, and tender grass grows along the shore. A group of elderly people sit on the grass eating snacks; some young men and women stroll leisurely together. There is a pavilion by the lake for visitors to rest, and through the sparse cherry trees, you can see the majestic Yushan Mountain behind it.

In the pavilion situated on the shore, a woman wearing a light blue, narrow-sleeved kimono with sashes tied diagonally across her shoulders.

Takenaka Akira walked over from a distance.

The sun shone down and shone on him, making him feel somewhat warm.

Looking at the snow woman in the pavilion, a series of thoughts welled up in my mind.

Regarding the Yuki-onna's appearance and smile, they were all fine. After all, as a demon king, he was discerning, and he wouldn't be swayed by mere looks. Yukino Riho was a beauty, but compared to other beauties, she possessed a unique, serene, and elegant aura. Perhaps it was a gift of the Yuki-onna race; their constitution and unwavering loyalty made them so precious in this complex world.

He and Yaeko mingled among the guests and walked towards the pavilion.

The lakeside was crowded with people and monsters. Many acquaintances came up to greet him, but he just nodded casually in response. At this moment, he didn't want to talk much, and his eyes remained fixed on the pavilion.

"Being captivated by the Snow Woman?" Yaeko laughed sarcastically.

"Not really," said Takenaka Akira. "It's just that the Yuki-onna is better than the fox clan."

Yaeko curled her lips indifferently: "But she belongs to Fujiwara Izaya."

Takenaka Akira frowned slightly.

“Once the Snow Woman has someone she loves, she won’t change her mind,” Yaeko chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. “Even if you kill Fujiwara Izaya, the Snow Woman won’t fall for you again… Haha, look how pathetic you are.”

Takenaka Akira did not respond to this statement.

He stopped a few dozen meters from the pavilion and gazed at it quietly.

In her line of sight, Yukino Riho and the girl from the Furukawa Hall were talking. The girl sometimes laughed, sometimes felt dejected, and sometimes acted coquettishly. As she talked, she would even jump up and down a few times, looking particularly happy. Although Yukino Riho was talking to her, her eyes seemed to be searching for something, scanning the surrounding environment and the guests.

The pavilion overlooks the lake, and the cherry blossoms are beautiful.

Such beautiful scenery seemed to have no significance in her eyes.

She ignored all the beautiful scenery, focusing solely on finding the person she seemed to have arranged to meet.

This kind of snow woman is really strange. The snow woman that Takenaka Akira knew before she left the guild hall had never shown this side of herself.

The Snow Woman of that time was quiet by nature and possessed extraordinary talent in music and dance, yet she never revealed it. She was beautiful and held a special and prestigious position in the guild, but she was not ostentatious and treated everyone with kindness. She was a truly serene and elegant woman.

Upon seeing her again, Takenaka Akira's feelings deepened.

When he learned that she had left the guild and would no longer have any contact with the yokai world, Takenaka Akira was initially a little disappointed. But after thinking about it carefully, he realized that with the guild as a constraint, he really had no chance of success, so leaving the guild was actually a good thing. Besides, she was living a very frugal life, which made things even better.

Takenaka Akira felt that since they had known each other before, and were both yokai, they should be able to sit down and have a good chat.

He did have a bad image before, but if he could win her over, changing it wouldn't be a problem. It wasn't until he got slapped that day that he was shocked to realize that things weren't as simple as he thought.

As he pondered this, Takenaka Akira took a little closer to the pavilion.

Guests resting in the pavilion were engaged in various activities: some drank tea, some ate, and children ran around. The girl from the Furukawa Hall said something, and Yukino Riho, dressed in a simple kimono, gave a complex and endearing smile, then playfully tapped the girl's forehead. The girl then said something else, and Yukino Riho glared at her, trying to explain herself. After a while, the girl suddenly hugged Yukino Riho, made a face at someone out of sight on the other side of the lake, and shouted, "Fujiwara, you scumbag! Ryoko has Yukino-nee all to herself now!"

After shouting loudly, the girl leaned back in, giggling and laughing.

So they were talking about Fujiwara Izaya… Takenaka Akihi glanced at Yukino Riho from the side. She saw Riho with her hand raised, seemingly debating whether to tap the girl on the head, her brow furrowed, still slightly annoyed by what had just been said. But the next second, she smiled helplessly, shrugging to stop fooling around. At that moment, every smile and gesture revealed the demeanor of a woman in love… These expressions had never appeared on her before.

In the past, at the Buchuan Hall, Takenaka Akira had seen her melancholic air, which made her stand out from the crowd, and she had also seen her warm smile, which was full of elegance despite her reserved demeanor. But now, she looked so adorable...

It's hard to describe how I feel right now.

Takenaka Akira stared blankly for a while, then suddenly punched the cherry tree next to him.

Amidst the gently falling petals, he chuckled and walked towards the pavilion. If he couldn't have it, he'd destroy it… That was his thought. As he drew closer, the idea that had been hidden in his heart suddenly sprouted and expanded instantly.

Men blinded by jealousy are so boring... Yaeko followed leisurely behind, her eyes darting around, clearly waiting for someone to arrive as well.

Inside the pavilion, Kitagawa Ryoko was talking.

"Yukino-nee, Ryoko is performing on stage tonight, will you come with her?"

tonight?

Yukino Riho shook her head.

Tonight is our wedding night, how could I possibly spend it with you...?

"Yukino-nee, it's just one night! Don't worry about Fujiwara Izaya, isn't Ryoko enough for you? Hey, why are you looking to the side again? Ryoko's talking to you. Are you waiting for Fujiwara Izaya? Look at Ryoko, look at Ryoko—"

The girl, who was being difficult, was suddenly pushed from behind.

She stumbled forward, then a hateful sound came from behind her.

"Yukino, you're here too! Let me show you around..."

Just as Kitagawa Ryoko was about to fall, she pushed herself off the floor with her small hands and bounced back. In her field of vision, Takenaka Akihito, with a scar near his eye and a million times more despicable than Fujiwara Izaya, reached out his hand…

“Mr. Takenaka, please have some self-respect.” Yukino Riho took a step back and helped Kitagawa Ryoko up.

Noticing that the girl's hands were a little dirty, she took out a handkerchief and wiped the girl's palms, then pulled her around Takenaka Akira, saying, "Let's go, don't wait here."

Just as they were about to walk to the pavilion, Takenaka Akira suddenly moved to the side, blocking their way.

"Where to?" His face began to contort.

Yukino Riho said coldly, "It's none of your business!"

"You're going to find that brat, right?" Takenaka Akihito reached out and grabbed her shoulder, somewhat losing his composure. "Well, who are you trying to fool with that serene and detached act? You're just a wanton monster after all..."

At the same time, Kitagawa Ryoko, who was being protected by Yukino Riho, suddenly stepped forward: "What are you doing—"

The lively and lovely girl suddenly became as fierce as a little tiger.

Takenaka Akira was getting a little carried away. He grabbed Yukino Riho's shoulder and started punching the girl, yelling, "This is none of your business, get out of my way!"

Kitagawa Ryoko was hit and cried out in pain as she fell backward. Yukino Riho quickly grabbed her arm with one hand.

The tourists in the pavilion were all frightened and fled outside to hide.

Who is this?

How could you be so rude!

Amidst the indignant voices, some people couldn't stand it and planned to step forward to stop them.

"Hey, hey, don't go..."

They recognized whose monster it was and quickly stopped the person who was about to step forward.

This is the Demon King of the Oni Clan! If you dare to say another word, and Shuten-dōji, who is behind him, takes notice, you're just asking for death.

"Come with me!" Takenaka Akira's gloomy gaze swept over them, and he stretched out his hand again.

Suddenly, an icy wind began to blow.

Forced into her Yuki-onna form, Yukino Riho immediately erected an ice and snow barrier.

A strange red light flashed in Takenaka Akira's eyes.

Then came a sharp "smack," as the red fist shattered the pale blue barrier, sending ice shards flying that disrupted the sunlight and leaves.

The Oni clan is a bunch of unreliable bastards... Yaeko stayed far away.

As a fox, she has always looked down on the ghosts who prefer to solve problems with brute force.

"I said come with me!"

In a state of madness, Takenaka Akira reached out to grab Yukino Riho again. This time, he had grown a pair of demon horns on his head, long mane on his cheeks, and blood-red eyes.

Just then, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

"Who is it..." he roared as he turned around, only to see Fujiwara Izaya punch him in the face.

With a loud bang.

Takenaka Akira was knocked back a few steps.

Staggering, he noticed Fujiwara Izaya's gaze. That gloomy, arrogant gaze—he had only seen it once in his life: decades ago, when news of Lord Ibaraki's death reached his clan, and that night he went to meet King Shuten-dōji. That night, the room was completely dark; King Shuten-dōji sat on the sofa, his figure almost blending into the surrounding darkness. Back then, the king's gaze was exactly like this.

It was bright daylight, but the moment he met Fujiwara Izaya's gaze, he seemed to see that man-eating darkness again.

A punch landed on the face of the demon, and as the demon staggered backward, Fujiwara Izaya caught up and delivered a powerful slap across the face.

"Snapped--"

Takenaka Akira's body spun around in the pavilion.

Then, with another loud bang, Fujiwara Izaya delivered a vicious side kick, sending him flying into the nearby lake.

Chapter 164. Mei Ji's Dance

After a brief commotion, the guests, having roughly figured out what had happened, returned to the pavilion.

Yukino Riho pulled Kitagawa Ryoko behind her and whispered a few words of comfort. In the lake outside the pavilion, Takenaka Akihito, whose head had been spinning for a moment, regained his senses and began splashing around in the water. He pointed upwards, his face contorted in a grimace: "You...you...you..."