I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Hoshimi Rinko gently tucked her hair behind her ear with her left hand, lowered her head slightly, and took the shrimp from his hand.

Its movements are like those of a cute little kitten.

Only Fujiwara Izaya and her mother would accept food that had been handled by someone else's bare hands; she would not accept food from anyone else.

"Senior!" Kasahara Asuka's knife and fork flew through the air and pierced Fujiwara Izaya's hand.

Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to peel one for her as well.

"Almost all the bigwigs from the Kanto branch are here for today's meeting," Hoshimi Rinko said to Fujiwara Izaya while spreading sauce on her bread roll with a knife and fork. "The day before yesterday, cracks appeared on the surface of the Sesshoseki, and they need to discuss countermeasures."

Fujiwara Izaya stopped eating.

The Sesshōseki is the stone that sealed Tamamo-no-Mae; it is located on the Nasu Plateau in Tochigi Prefecture.

"Has the seal been broken?" he asked.

“It’s not broken yet,” Hoshimi Rinko said, spreading jam on the bread and bringing it to her mouth before eating. “However, the seal on the Killing Stone has been weakened over a thousand years. Even if it’s not broken now, it won’t last much longer.”

"Ah."

Fujiwara Izaya swallowed the food in his mouth, his expression thoughtful.

No wonder the demons and foxes didn't react much after Takenaka Akira died. It seems they knew in advance that the Sesshoseki would break, so they didn't have the energy to investigate Takenaka Akira's death... Speaking of which, could it be that they were the ones who broke the Sesshoseki?

"The main purpose of this meeting is to discuss the matter of allocating personnel from various shrines and temples to guard Tochigi Prefecture."

"I bet the head of the Tsuchimikado family will be the most enthusiastic."

"Definitely. Tamamo-no-Mae was sealed away by Abe no Seimei, the founder of Tsuchimikado Shinto. If I were Tamamo-no-Mae, I would definitely cause trouble for Tsuchimikado Shinto the first time I got out."

"Why does the senior seem so gloating?"

"Is there?"

"You were laughing just now."

Hoshimi Rinko gave him a cold glance: "If a car that runs on boring jokes were invented, your range would probably be enough to circle the equator."

"I was just talking nonsense." Fujiwara Izaya wiped the rice grains from the corner of his mouth.

Kasahara Asuka gulped down her sparkling wine: "Senpai, ugh~ Going to Tochigi Prefecture? ugh~"

She didn't eat anything; she just kept drinking.

"No way, there are only two of us at Asakusa Shrine, where would we get the manpower... Hey, eat something!" Fujiwara Izaya snatched the wine glass from his junior's hand and brought the food to her mouth. "Drinking alcohol and not eating first thing in the morning will hurt your stomach and liver."

Kasahara Asuka, hands in her pockets, opened her mouth and said, "Ah~"

Her soft lips were wide open, and between her bright white, clean teeth, the tip of her pink tongue looked incredibly tempting.

In the past, Fujiwara Rinya would definitely have tried it, but unfortunately, his junior was still being difficult, so he could only let her try the beef rice first.

The autumn sunlight shone brightly through the woods.

The air was still and spotless; the only sound in the world seemed to be the soft chewing of Kasahara Asuka's rice, an eerie silence. Fujiwara Izaya finished feeding his junior half a bowl of beef rice before turning to his senior: "Want me to feed you too?"

The senior student glared at him coldly.

"A tsundere girl..." Fujiwara Izaya muttered to himself.

The senior student raised her hand, and divine power surged forth.

"I surrender!" Fujiwara Izaya raised his hand instantly.

"Don't worry about her, senpai." Kasahara Asuka reached out and pulled Fujiwara Izaya down into her arms, letting his head rest on the softest part of her body. Then she gave him a sly look and said, "Loser senpai."

You suffered an even worse defeat than her... Fujiwara Izaya didn't dare to move.

Rinko Hoshimi's lips twitched slightly, probably as she muttered "Bitch," before she looked away. A small gray bird with a crown-like red plumage on its head was looking around on the grass nearby. She picked up a few spoonfuls of her rice and tossed them to the bird, which deftly pecked at the rice. A sanitation worker wearing a headscarf walked by, but the bird didn't fly away.

"Are you comfortable, senpai?" Kasahara Asuka affectionately pinched Fujiwara Izaya's nose.

The girl's expression was gentle and shy, her eyes filled with affection; her acting skills were indeed comparable to her mother's. It must be said that she has great talent, especially her extremely cute and adorable face, almost to the point of being "so cute you want to put it in your mouth and eat it."

"Don't treat me like a tool to fight with the senior!" Fujiwara Ryūya flicked the junior's forehead.

"Can't it be that I really like you, senpai?" Kasahara Asuka asked softly.

"I may be confident, but I'm not so confident as to act foolishly. With your spoiled and domineering personality, how could you possibly forgive me before I've even done anything..."

"You knew that too?" Kasahara Asuka smiled broadly.

"Let me think... how can I make Xiangxiang calm down... um..." Fujiwara Izaya lay in her arms, frowning and pondering for a moment. "If I were Mrs. Fujiwara, I would definitely say, 'Fujiwara Izaya, you kneel at the door and don't get up until dawn!'" He then slipped out of his junior's arms, looking very practiced. "I'm very good at apologizing to my wife. You see, this is how you show sincerity..."

Just as he was about to give a demonstration, Fujiwara Izaya suddenly noticed his senior staring at him coldly. For the first time ever, he felt a little embarrassed, so he quickly coughed twice, straightened his back, and adopted the posture of a family head.

"Come back here."

Kasahara Asuka pulled him back onto her chest pillow.

To prevent the scumbag from breaking free, she even placed her hands on his chest this time, holding him firmly down.

It's stuck even tighter now.

"My junior is really well-developed..." Fujiwara Izaya enjoyed the soft pillow, his gaze drifting to Hoshimi Rinko across from him. She was drinking cool sparkling wine, her face frosty... Yes, this was what another Mrs. Fujiwara looked like when she was angry.

"Senior!"

"what?"

"Could you come to the front and let me hold you?"

"?"

Looking into his unusually sincere eyes, Hoshimi Rinko realized he wasn't joking. Then she glanced at Kasahara Asuka, who was holding him in her arms, her expression hesitant, as if she wanted to do something but held back.

"How exactly can I win over the two most talented shrine maidens of Shintoism?" Fujiwara Izaya looked up at the azure sky through the golden ginkgo leaves overhead. "One is the fiery and vibrant summer, the other the cool and elegant early winter; two girls with completely opposite personalities, they truly captivate my soul..."

Kasahara Asuka tilted her head, looking innocent: "Senpai, you can just get gender reassignment surgery."

Fujiwara Izaya's face darkened.

“I agree.” Hoshimi Rinko looked at Fujiwara Izaya’s face and smiled brightly and kindly, as if she were looking at something unforgettable and precious. Her small lips revealed neatly arranged white teeth, her straight and long black hair fell to her shoulders, and her chest was still so small.

"Alright, enough dreaming, action is the most important thing." Fujiwara Izaya looked at Kasahara Asuka's small face with an almost polite, bright smile. "The plan to bring these two genius shrine maidens home will start with you."

"Come on, I have absolutely no feelings for you now." Kasahara Asuka blew a breath into her hair. "The world is so big, there's no shortage of good men, and Asuka isn't without suitors."

The shade of the ginkgo tree gently caressed her bright face, and in the dim light, the luster of her orange hair was much dimmer than usual.

“I’ve been busy investigating Huang Songyu with your sister lately. Once we’re done, I’ll focus all my attention back on you.” Fujiwara Rinya brushed a strand of hair from her forehead to the left and said in a relaxed tone, “You have to become someone who can endure any hardship. You have a long road ahead. Also, Fuka Eri likes you very much as her younger sister, so don’t make her sad… There are many things that she can’t control. You can’t blame her for what’s destined to happen.”

Kasahara Asuka shrugged, then bit her lower lip.

"And then there's Chairwoman Kasahara, she's suddenly become stricter with you lately, and the root of that is me." Fujiwara Izaya sat up straight and pulled her into his arms. "The only person I've wronged is you... It's not time to explain yet, can you give me some time?"

Kasahara Asuka asked suspiciously, "Did you manage to win over both your mother and sister at the same time, senpai?"

Fujiwara Izaya's eye twitched.

"Does your senior really have such thoughts?" Kasahara Asuka tilted her head and asked in a slightly mischievous manner.

“Uh, haha, it’s not impossible…” Fujiwara Izaya laughed, “The three Kasahara women are all stunning beauties, I couldn’t be happier to have such a good thing! Of course, it’s not that I’m fickle, but rather that I’m soft-hearted and can’t bear to see you mother and daughters separated…”

Before he could say anything, Asuka Kasahara kicked him over.

That's all for now.

After breakfast, it's time to rest.

Fujiwara Izaya and Kasahara Asuka lay side by side on the white tablecloth, while Hoshimi Rinko knelt opposite them, bending over to wash the handkerchief Fujiwara Izaya had used to wipe his face. Kasahara Asuka's hands idly played on the tablecloth like a piano, her fingertips reaching for the white porcelain plate.

After a while, Hoshimi Rinko also lay down languidly on the other side of the tablecloth, gazing at the magnificent temple built on the mountainside, inhaling the fresh mountain air. The hillside was already entirely covered in autumn colors, with yellow and red leaves creating delicate layers.

No one spoke.

Words are powerless at this moment.

How cunning, how rude, how insignificant.

The Onmyōryō council meeting had been going on from morning until afternoon, and showed no signs of ending. Hoshimi Rinko led Fujiwara Izaya and Kasahara Asuka on a tour of the shrine before heading back towards the main shrine.

The entire mountain was completely covered in red leaves, as if it had been sprinkled with a layer of red powder.

On the mountain steps, most tourists were dressed in kimonos, either couples or families. Towering trees lined both sides, their dense foliage providing ample shade. The autumn sunlight, sliced ​​into crumbs, sprinkled across the path like birdsong.

A gentle autumn breeze blows, and the maple leaves bloom like fire.

Kasahara Asuka was taking selfies the whole way with her phone in hand.

Dressed in casual clothes that accentuated her beautiful figure and white leather shoes, she resembled a little imp on her apprenticeship, attracting the attention of most people. Her striking orange hair, in particular, drew many people to take photos with her.

Rinko Hoshimi is also beautiful in her shrine maiden outfit.

Unfortunately, she was always surrounded by an aura of divine authority, and no mortal dared to approach and disturb her.

The main hall's pillars were already close by, but as far as the eye could see, there were only the pillars and a gently rising slope. A vast expanse of white foxtail grass blocked the view, and through the grass spikes, the outlines of low-lying mountains could be seen.

"Senior, are the fortune slips drawn at Hachiman Shrine accurate?"

Why are you asking this?

"To help you contribute some to your performance."

Hoshimi Rinko rested her chin on her hand, feigning serious thought: "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't have any KPI requirements. With your overflowing goodwill, I can help you find another young shrine maiden to take over, how about that?"

"Such a good thing?"

"What do you think?"

"I feel like I don't want anyone but my senior."

Hoshimi Rinko gave a satisfied hum.

The conversation between the two was temporarily suspended.

After a while, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but say again, "The main thing is that I want my senior to draw a fortune for me personally. The result doesn't matter; the process is what matters."

What's important about the process?

"Don't you think it's a solemn and sacred moment for you, senior, to personally have your marriage fortune told?"

Hoshimi Rinko glared at him with displeasure.

"Okay, it's decided then. Help me choose a fortune stick later." Fujiwara Rinya quickened his pace and rushed towards the door.

After entering the main hall of the palace via the steps, the sky, which had been dominated by maple trees, suddenly opened up, and the sunlight was not too strong. The chirping of autumn insects could be faintly heard, and many brightly colored persimmons hung from the persimmon tree on the left side of the courtyard.