I have an unlimited number of shikigami

Subconsciously, she blamed her current predicament on her best friend.

"Isn't this guy here?" Mrs. Kasahara gave a flirtatious smile, her chest trembling.

The quick-witted Mrs. Hoshimi reacted immediately. She looked at Fujiwara Izaya, her pretty face slightly flushed, biting her lip without saying a word. However, her slightly bright eyes urged him to explain quickly, otherwise she would get revenge for having her feet played with.

Fujiwara Izaya smiled.

He stood upright, his demeanor serene as an abyss.

"Peng—"

Demonic energy surged forth instantly.

Mrs. Hoshimi remained expressionless and silent.

The air currents stirred, lifting her long, ink-black hair, which danced in the air like a beautiful ink painting.

A moment later, the air currents calmed down, and the room fell silent. The bright candlelight reflected the moonlight, and the pure white wings seemed to radiate a dazzling silver light.

His eyes turned gold, but Fujiwara Izaya still looked radiant.

However, compared to his human form, he now possesses a greater sense of peace and tranquility, a tranquility that stems from the absolute pride of his royal bloodline.

Mrs. Hoshimi subconsciously looked over at Mrs. Kasahara.

Her best friend had a calm and composed expression, which clearly meant that she had known all along... In other words, she had been kept in the dark by the two of them for a long time. Thinking about this, Mrs. Hoshimi's expression became even more resentful and aggrieved.

"I'm so sorry for keeping this from you for so long," Fujiwara Izaya apologized to her.

Mrs. Hoshimi fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, her eyes flickered a few times before she gave a lukewarm "oh."

Regarding Fujiwara Izaya's true identity, she and Mrs. Kasahara had always speculated that it was related to the Great Tengu. Now that the answer has finally been confirmed, she felt a great weight lifted off her shoulders.

Whatever happens, happens.

The fact that they can be so honest about something so important means that their relationship has reached an unbreakable level.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Fujiwara Izaya leaned closer and asked.

He was still holding one of her feet in his hands. When he leaned in, Mrs. Hoshimi was forced to lift that foot high, and her skirt slid down, revealing the snow-white skin on her thigh. Although she was somewhat dissatisfied with Fujiwara Izaya's frivolous attitude, she still had questions in her mind and couldn't care less about scolding him for the time being.

"Are you the current generation's imitation Ōtengu?"

"correct."

Who is Xia Xilin to you?

"Mother."

"...So, this cruise ship belongs to your aunt?"

"Yes, but I don't know what tricks she's playing, so I had to come aboard to see for myself."

“There isn’t a single good person in your family…” Mrs. Hoshimi complained.

Fujiwara Izaya flapped his wings.

The swirling air currents ran down her thighs and into the hem of her skirt.

A chill ran down her spine, and Mrs. Hoshimi straightened up, letting out a soft "Ah!"

The lingering sound was delicate and melodious, captivating and ethereal.

Her flushed face and the way she looked at Fujiwara Izaya unconsciously exuded a seductive charm. Yet, her face still possessed the innate aloofness and nobility; the blend of seductive charm and nobility created a beauty that was almost too much to bear.

Mrs. Kasahara couldn't stand it anymore and kicked Fujiwara Izaya: "That's enough. Do you think I don't exist?"

Mrs. Hoshimi scolded at the same time, "Don't do that again... um... be gentler."

"Alright, that's all for now." Fujiwara Izaya withdrew his hand and transformed back into human form.

Mrs. Hoshimi sat up straight and straightened her clothes.

Perhaps because the blow she had just received was too humiliating, she kept her head down, too ashamed to look up. The window behind her opened to the sea, and the brilliant starlight shone on her long neck and above, making even her hair shimmer.

Fujiwara Izaya looked at her with a look of surprise.

Her fair, slender neck, slightly bluish-white, and her rounded, well-proportioned shoulders remained as beautiful as when I first saw her. Her nose and mouth appeared small and delicate compared to her clear, large eyes. Upon closer inspection, the unique curve of her small nose was very endearing; she was a textbook example of an Eastern beauty.

It is beautiful, but I've already seen it before.

What surprised Fujiwara Izaya was that he discovered that the seemingly aloof and noble Mrs. Hoshimi actually had a submissive personality. In this situation, dealing with her was much easier than dealing with another woman named Himeko—after all, she still had a sense of shame, while Himeko did not.

After a while, Mrs. Hoshimi's complexion returned to normal.

The three discussed some coping strategies, ate meat and drank wine. Only after Fujiwara Izaya fully confessed his past did Mrs. Hoshimi forgive him for his deception. After dinner, the three decided to go to the deck to enjoy the sea breeze.

Mrs. Kasahara, holding her precious tobacco pouch, walked with light steps along the Kyoto-style alleyway corridor.

Fujiwara Izaya and Mrs. Hoshimi walked side by side, their footsteps making soft sounds. White smoke drifted continuously from the front to the back in the narrow arcade.

"Did you tell Rinko?"

"Not yet..."

When are you planning to say it?

"I know you care about Rinko, but please give me some time..."

“He won’t tell,” Mrs. Kasahara said with a smile. “A man’s happiness depends on how many secrets he keeps. The little guy is cunning; he definitely won’t tell.”

After saying that, she added playfully, "If I hadn't secretly followed Eri Fuka back to his house, he wouldn't have even kept it from me."

Fujiwara Izaya glared angrily at her innocent yet alluring face.

Before he could express his dissatisfaction, his attention was drawn to the pale fingertips of her playing with her pipe, and then Mrs. Hoshimi pinched his side hard. She complained to Fujiwara Izaya, "This is my only precious daughter, don't break her heart."

"Don't worry, I understand your feelings, senior," Fujiwara Izaya assured Miko's mother with a smile.

Mrs. Hoshimi looked at him, the warm light of the corridor illuminating his face, making him look indescribably handsome and sincere.

"If you can't do it, I won't let you off the hook..." she muttered like a young girl.

“I care most about my family,” Fujiwara Izaya said. “Power and status are nothing to me. The future I want most is to be with you all forever.”

Mrs. Hoshimi blushed again.

They've been together all along... so what is their relationship?

family?

Still friends?

"Who are you referring to?" Mrs. Kasahara asked, turning around.

“Who else could it be? Of course it is…” Fujiwara Izaya wanted to tease her, so he changed his mind at the last minute, “Of course it is Miki and Riho.”

Mrs. Kasahara's smile deepened.

The corridor was brightly lit, and there were no other people around except for the three of them.

I'm sure no one would know if one of them were missing.

"Of course, there are also Himeko's mother and Miko's mother," Fujiwara Izaya quickly added.

Mrs. Hoshimi nodded slightly.

She looked somewhat satisfied, thinking that although her son-in-law was a bit too bold, he was still reliable.

The next second, Mrs. Kasahara turned back, raised her pipe and gently tapped Fujiwara Izaya's head, teasingly scolding, "Stop fooling around with Miko here." After saying that, she leaned close to her best friend's ear and whispered, "If you want to be together forever, you need to go to Takamagahara with him as his immediate family member. Your mother-in-law... doesn't count as an immediate family member."

The clever Mrs. Hoshimi immediately realized something, and even her ears turned red with embarrassment.

"It can only be done if Rinko agrees..." she murmured in a voice that was almost only audible to herself.

Stepping out of the corridor, the three arrived at an area filled with the atmosphere of a Kyoto night.

Along the cobblestone road, lights stretched out in a lively display, with throngs of tourists and the restaurant lights casting a dreamy, hazy glow.

Bathed in the warm glow of the sodium lamps, Mrs. Kasahara gazed at the vast interior space with a series of clicks of her tongue.

"Your family's spatial magic is truly amazing! Teach me, please! I also want to make the Tokyo Grand Shrine bigger... Waaah, land in Tokyo is so expensive! I can't afford land, so I have to expand my space using other methods. Fujiwara-kun, please save this poor, impoverished mother..."

Mrs. Kasahara, half-laughing and half-crying, acting coquettishly with a touch of sassiness, is practically an Asuka Pro Max version.

"You old fox!" Mrs. Hoshimi retorted sarcastically as usual.

"Oh, Miko thinks she can beat her older sister again?" Mrs. Kasahara's lips curled up slightly as she turned back provocatively: "Don't blame me for not reminding you, if I can make you lose once, I can make you lose a second time."

"Oh, it's just about exploiting an information gap, what's there to brag about?" Mrs. Hoshimi raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "May I ask what Fujiwara-kun likes about you? Would he pretend to be young if he liked you? He personally praised my temperament."

"You're shameless."

"I learned it all from Himeko-neechan."

“I could never teach a student like you.” Mrs. Kasahara sighed dramatically, then walked gracefully to Fujiwara Izaya’s side, placed her small hand affectionately on his shoulder, and said, “Fujiwara-kun and I have had a real relationship, you know.”

"Hmm?" Mrs. Hoshimi looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a smile.

Fujiwara Izaya sighed deeply in his heart and said helplessly, "It's fake, how could I dare to do such a thing..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mrs. Kasahara stepped on his foot, so he could only blink and say to Mrs. Hoshimi, "Yes, that's right. Please don't bother us anymore."

"So you were coerced." Mrs. Hoshimi casually put her hands in her pockets. "From now on, move to my Hachiman Shrine. I'll protect you."

“I even have my own room at Asakusa Shrine now,” Mrs. Kasahara said proudly. “Yako, you still suffered because you trusted him too much. I’ve been sleeping at his house every night since September.”

Mrs. Hoshimi's expression remained unchanged as she smiled at Fujiwara Izaya: "Come over here to Miko's mother."

“Make a choice!” Mrs. Kasahara pressed her hand firmly on his shoulder.

"Look, there's something fun over there..." Fujiwara Izaya exclaimed, and the first thing he did after breaking free was to get away as quickly as possible.

Being caught in a love triangle with two adorable mothers-in-law who could unleash a nuclear explosion with a single punch is truly terrifying... If he had left any later, he might have lived to the age of seventeen.

The area in the middle of the second-floor cabin is a large commercial area.

The lanterns hanging from the street stalls shimmered with a hazy light, like lanternfish.

The stir-fried noodles are bursting with flavor, the apple candy is sweet, and the grilled squid is incredibly tempting. Besides food, you can also find activities like balloon fishing, goldfish scooping, and shooting games, giving you the feeling of being in a summer festival.

The two ladies had somehow reconciled, sharing food and laughing heartily at the people playing games. Occasionally, acquaintances would approach to say hello, but they were politely shooed away. Throughout the entire outing, the only person who accompanied them was Fujiwara Izaya, carrying multiple snacks in one hand and a pile of toys in the other.

The wife was stunningly beautiful, and the young man was dashing.

Their presence adds a touch of real beauty to the space that was built in imitation of Kyoto.