I have an unlimited number of shikigami

strange!

Why is there a strange woman in my son-in-law's house?

Mrs. Kasahara narrowed her eyes warily.

She was a woman around thirty years old, with jet-black hair and snow-white skin.

In the misty drizzle, the woman stared intently at Fujiwara Izaya, her thin lips parting slightly: "Master, Princess Hashihime is hungry..."

This is Princess Hashihime.

Since ancient times, the Japanese have believed that every bridge is protected by a goddess, so the bridge princess is a deified yokai, a combination of a Japanese water spirit and a water god. But what people think and what the yokai do are two different things.

Even though they are revered as guardian deities, it is not uncommon for the Bridge Princess to eat and kill people in various places.

"Fujiwara Izaya!" Mrs. Kasahara shouted the name of that scumbag.

The Snow Woman also raised her head, gazing sadly at the owner of the flower's heart.

“That’s a shikigami…” Fujiwara Izaya immediately felt a headache coming on.

"I know!"

"Then why are you still angry..."

Mrs. Kasahara turned around, raised her eyebrows, and glared at him: "Why is it always the pretty female shikigami!"

"Because I fed all the ugly ones to you..." Fujiwara Izaya explained with a careful smile, "Uh... well, maybe you can understand it as me being naturally able to attract some beautiful yokai?"

"hehe."

Mrs. Kasahara's laughter was terrifying.

Just then, the surface of the artificial lake was suddenly rippled by the wind, and a figure suddenly appeared on the originally mirror-like surface.

A woman of about twenty years old, dressed in a brightly colored kimono, suddenly floated on the water. Her cheeks were as rosy as if lightly powdered, and her full lips and fair neck were faintly visible in the rain and mist, exuding an alluring charm.

"Fujiwara Izaya!"

Mrs. Kasahara put Yuki down and clenched her fist. Yuki followed suit and clenched her fist as well.

"Calm down, calm down!" Fujiwara Izaya quickly jumped back a step and explained, "This is also a shikigami. She is Mirror Princess, just a mirror... Why are you so angry with a mirror?"

Mirror Princess.

A type of yokai born from a mirror is essentially a tsukumogami (spirit spirit). The mirror from which the Mirror Princess was born becomes a precious spiritual artifact, capable of reflecting images of distant places and the forms of yokai.

"Is there anything else?" Mrs. Kasahara's fingertips were surrounded by blue light.

She made up her mind that if there were any more beautiful female shikigami, she would beat up Fujiwara Izaya today.

"Of course there's more..." Fujiwara Izaya's forehead was sweating. He coughed lightly, grabbed her hands, and pulled her forward, explaining as he walked, "Don't worry. No matter how many female shikigami there are, they're not as important as the chairman's finger in my eyes. You know me, my greatest virtue is honesty... So, can you disperse the divine power?"

We're doomed!

Fujiwara Izaya prayed inwardly.

He used the ten-pull he had saved up last time last night.

There are three beautiful female shikigami left: one is Hashihime, one is Kagamihime... and the other is the only SSR he has ever pulled.

Mrs. Kasahara gave a chilling, cold laugh.

Just then, the rain turned into mist, and on the eaves of the porch in front of the temple, stood a graceful woman.

Dressed in a fiery red kimono, her hair flowing freely, she danced barefoot, exuding an open, unrestrained, and carefree beauty. Holding a bell, she danced gracefully in the mist, her long, dark hair swaying with her movements. The crisp sound of the bell emanated from the Kagura bell in her hand. As she danced, she smiled gently at Fujiwara Izaya, a smile even more melodious than the sound of the Kagura bell.

"Ah, Fujiwara-sama." She called out Fujiwara Izaya's name softly.

Fujiwara Izaya felt terrible.

"Oh ho." Mrs. Kasahara looked at the woman with great interest.

Her face was long and slender, and her skin was so white and smooth that it seemed unreal, almost transparent, as if it were formed from a condensed mist.

"Is she not human?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with a smile.

That smile was absolutely the most terrifying smile Fujiwara Izaya had ever seen.

The dancing shikigami suddenly pursed its thin lips and smiled slightly.

However, the next second, she looked sharply at Mrs. Kasahara: "Who are you? Why are you walking with the master? Are you also my sister? Hehe, I don't like your eyes. Please leave the master's side."

As expected of an SSR!

Even Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but applaud.

Unlike those clumsy SR shikigami, this SSR shikigami, which I've only had for less than a day, already knows how to steal men... I mean, steal masters.

“You seem familiar,” Mrs. Kasahara asked, her eyes fixed on him. “The Kagura bells and Kagura dances don’t feel out of place at all, and there’s no demonic aura… on the contrary, there’s a divine quality to them. Who are you, really?”

"Hee hee~"

She started dancing again.

This time, the Kagura bell rang very urgently, its sound ringing out loudly. The wind also grew stronger, rustling through the courtyard and making it difficult to open one's eyes.

"My concubine is Suzuhiko-hime."

Mrs. Kasahara suddenly realized.

If Hashihime is a yokai who has been deified by humans, then Suzuhiko-hime is a true god to humans.

In the past of Takamagahara, there was an interesting story: Susanoo, one of the Three Noble Children, was the younger brother of Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi. He caused chaos in Takamagahara for a period of time. Amaterasu, due to her status, could not deal with him personally, so she could only hide in the Ama-no-Iwato (Heavenly Rock Cave). Amaterasu was the sun goddess, and after she went into hiding, the human world and Takamagahara were plunged into darkness. To get Amaterasu out, the gods of Takamagahara tried everything they could. Finally, a goddess named "Ama-no-Hime" danced while holding bamboo leaves and standing on an upside-down barrel. Amaterasu, hiding in the Ama-no-Iwato, could not contain her curiosity and secretly peeked out to watch, and was then taken out of the Ama-no-Iwato by the lying-in ambush of the gods.

Amaterasu reappeared, and light returned to the world.

This goddess, known as "Tenyu-hime," was famous throughout the world for her beauty and stunning dance. The "Kagura Dance" performed by modern shrine maidens during rituals evolved from the dance she performed in front of the Ama-iwado.

Suzuhiko-hime is a yokai created from the union of Ame-no-Hime and Kagura Rin, belonging to the type of yokai born with divine attributes. Only one Suzuhiko-hime can exist in the world at a time; a second one will only appear if she dies.

Mrs. Kasahara gazed wistfully at Suzuhiko-hime as she danced: "Fujiwara-kun, have you decided how you want to die?"

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya blinked innocently.

As someone with bad luck in the game, it's not easy for him to pull an SSR character, so why does he have to face death threats?

"Lin, Bing, Dou..." Mrs. Kasahara muttered to herself, her fair fingertips forming a hand seal.

Surrounded by blue light, she appeared solemn and holy, like a goddess ready to carry out a righteous strike.

"Don't be stubborn!"

Fujiwara Izaya reacted quickly, immediately bending down to scoop up her legs and heading towards the worship hall.

He often used this trick on Mrs. Meiji, but this was the first time he had used it on Mrs. Kasahara. However, seeing the anger in Mrs. Kasahara's eyes gradually dissipate, Fujiwara Izaya felt that this trick... could be used more often.

Chapter 176. Is it really okay for my husband and mother to have such a good relationship?

At Asakusa Shrine in the rain, a sweet fragrance wafts through the air.

It smells like withered leaves that have been soaked by the rain.

Deep in the courtyard, golden ginkgo leaves drifted down onto the withering lawn. Mrs. Kasahara, watching the trail of the falling leaves, sighed, "We haven't even had enough fun in summer, and autumn is almost here..."

"Autumn is nice too."

Fujiwara Izaya smiled, as if the scent of wine lingered on his lips.

Mrs. Kasahara secretly glanced at him.

The young man possessed a dangerous, domineering power that seemed intent on ruling her, a power that was dazzlingly regal. But she wasn't afraid at all; whoever ruled whom, the outcome was acceptable to her.

Princess Hashi and Princess Kagami sat on either side of Fujiwara Izaya and Mrs. Kasahara, and when they saw that their wine glasses were empty, they quietly refilled them.

Olaf was being held by Mrs. Kasahara, and Suzuhiko-hime treated herself as the master, eating the dishes prepared by Fujiwara Izaya with gusto, muttering from time to time, "The master is more suited to cooking for me at home."

“Oh, Fujiwara-kun, it’s just like a date.” Mrs. Kasahara said directly, expressing the thought that had just crossed her mind.

Fujiwara Izaya picked up his wine glass, drinking as he looked at her.

"How was your date with your mother-in-law?" Mrs. Kasahara asked him with a smile, then opened her mouth and leaned closer to him with an "Ah—".

"That's good." Fujiwara Izaya fed her the rest of the wine in his glass.

Mrs. Kasahara smiled slightly.

That smile was contagious; Fujiwara Izaya's eyes met hers.

Her eyes were sparkling, mischievous, youthful, and carefree...

"I've decided." Mrs. Kasahara stretched. "I'll wear this to bed when I get home tonight. Please leave a mark on it, Fujiwara-kun, so I can have sweet dreams."

"What mark?"

"For example, scent genetic material or something."

"..."

"Besides, it's a bit inconvenient that there's no man in the house. If you have time, come visit me more often."

"

"I dare not accept such praise."

"Stop pretending. You groping boy! Wow, hee hee..."

Mrs. Kasahara smiled again.

At that moment, she was an elegant beauty, but the smile that adorned her gentle words made her seem lonely and pitiful... Of course, that's how Fujiwara Izaya saw her.

Mrs. Kasahara's eyes flickered, and she took out her phone.

"Come here, let me show you how hard our daughter is working now."

Fujiwara Izaya covered his head and leaned closer; his phone displayed surveillance footage of the worship hall at Tokyo Daijingu Shrine.

The junior student, dressed as a shrine maiden, knelt alone in front of a pile of scrolls, dozing off.

"Xiangxiang is so pitiful," Mrs. Kasahara lamented.

As soon as she finished speaking, she let out another "Ah—" and brought her lips close to Fujiwara Izaya's.

She moved closer, and Fujiwara Izaya, smelling her rich fragrance, used a knife to pick up a piece of sashimi and stuffed it into her mouth, casually remarking, "It's all your fault that Xiangxiang is in such a miserable state."