I have an unlimited number of shikigami

A shower of light followed his figure, falling like shooting stars.

In Hoshimi Rinko's clear, babbling eyes, her demonic power was now as unfathomable as a vast ocean.

"What's going on?" She reached out her hand to Fujiwara Izaya, her voice ethereal and beautiful, like a divine decree.

Fujiwara Izaya placed the crown in her palm: "Hmm, domain... Although it sounds a bit chuunibyou to say, my domain is indeed 'King'."

Rinko Hoshimi put the crown on her head.

The sunlight fell, making her small face glow and her crown gleam. The forest breeze blowing from the other side of the mountain made her priestess robes billow and her ink-black hair fly.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, countless blue bubbles, constructed from divine power, floated out from her black hair.

This exquisite scene made the priestess appear sacred, beautiful, and noble, as if a goddess had descended.

Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself, "I must marry my senior in this life to have no regrets."

Hoshimi Rinko put on her crown, her eyes darting to Fujiwara Izaya's face: "The Great Tengu's domain is the King's Realm, so what about this mountain?"

“Oh, this is the domain of the mountain god. The mountain you see is one of my true forms, my Mount Miyama.” Fujiwara Izaya gently tugged at her sleeve, adopting an obedient posture. “Don’t be fooled by how loudly the thunder god is exploding outside; he can’t actually break through my defenses.”

Hoshimi Rinko glanced at him indifferently: "Oh, so you're a mountain god after all~"

The sound was as cold as the air conditioning in a cold storage room.

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya gently shook her sleeve.

Hoshimi Rinko stood with her back straight and her face stern, staring at the shrine's worship hall without saying a word.

In the silence, both of them heard the chirping of birds in the woods.

after awhile.

"I'm so sorry, senior~~"

Are you talking to me?

"...Who else but you?"

"I am not worthy to speak with the king."

"...Senior, I am sincerely apologizing."

"How could that be? You did nothing wrong. The one who was wrong was me throwing a tantrum." Hoshimi Rinko's voice was cool, but her eyes were gentle.

"Alright, stop being stubborn." Fujiwara Izaya took a step back, facing her as he lifted the hem of his royal robe. "How about I bow to you on my knees?"

"No, no, no, I should be the one bowing to the king." Hoshimi Rinko mimicked his movements and prepared to kneel.

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya lowered his head a little.

Hoshimi Rinko immediately lowered her head even further and said sarcastically, "It's normal for a king to have three palaces and six courtyards, so I was just throwing a tantrum. Please don't take it personally."

"Is it really possible to have three palaces and six courtyards?" Fujiwara Izaya was overjoyed.

Hoshimi Rinko's face instantly turned cold, and she stepped on his instep: "What do you think?"

“See, you lied to me too.” Fujiwara Izaya straightened up. “We’re even.”

“You’re better at being a scoundrel.” Hoshimi Rinko laughed, and as she straightened up, she found him watching her with a faint smile.

Between their faces were only a few rays of bright sunlight, and his deep black eyes seemed to be able to absorb the soul of anyone who looked into them at any moment.

She couldn't help but look away.

Fujiwara Izaya immediately brought his face close to her gaze, following her clear, watery eyes intently.

"Actually, the truth is too sharp, so it's good to lie sometimes." He held the small hand beneath the sleeve of the shrine maiden's robe; the hand was very slender and soft. "If you had known from the beginning that I was a youkai, what if you had treated me as an enemy? Would we still be able to read books and drink tea together?"

“I might just kill you.” Hoshimi Rinko’s gaze was extremely cold.

“You’re lying. Senior is definitely not the kind of person who can’t distinguish right from wrong.” Fujiwara Izaya felt the smoothness of her small hands.

“You probably lack understanding of human women.” Hoshimi Rinko glared at him and said coldly, “Love can turn even the most elegant woman into a reckless madwoman.”

"in love?"

"...I guess so."

Could you say that again?

"How long are you going to keep leading me around?"

"Don't change the subject!"

Why are you smiling so smugly?

"I'm thinking of something happy, why are you being so sensitive?"

Can't you tell I'm disgusted by you?

"You and the chairman are so alike."

"She's my mother, how could she not look like me?"

"Tsundere is also a family tradition."

"Go to hell!"

Despite their playful bickering, they were as content as ever, sitting in the activity room. Like two people who liked each other, trapped under the eaves on a rainy day because they hadn't brought an umbrella.

“Love can indeed make people lose their minds,” Fujiwara Izaya said, holding her hand and sniffing it. “For example, I really can’t imagine how I could hold your hand except in a relationship.”

Hoshimi Rinko, who had been supporting her chin with her other hand, suddenly reached out and delivered a chop to his ribs.

“It doesn’t hurt at all,” Fujiwara Izaya smugly hummed.

Hoshimi Rinko sneered, "Looks like you want to be struck by lightning a second time?"

"No, my clothes are so beautiful, it would be such a waste to get them dirty." Fujiwara Izaya placed his hand on her slender waist and turned his gaze to Miyama. "This is the mountain god's palace. Take a good look around so you can get used to what it's like to be the mountain god's wife."

Hoshimi Rinko rolled her eyes at him.

After staring at each other for two seconds, she finally couldn't hold back any longer and turned her face slightly away, her slender shoulders trembling. Seeing that Fujiwara Izaya was still holding her waist, she felt a little embarrassed and annoyed, and couldn't help but raise her hand and slap him across the face.

In the bright breeze, the girl's small hands looked weak and listless.

"He deserves it!" Fujiwara Izaya chimed in.

“Turn your other cheek around,” Hoshimi Rinko said irritably.

Fujiwara Izaya immediately turned his other face away.

"You're fairly obedient." Hoshimi Rinko nodded, slowly lowering her eyes.

This time she didn't hit him.

She withdrew her hand and said, "At this point, it seems like I don't have any better options than throwing a little tantrum..."

“Yes, I’ll be the wife of the mountain god, and then we’ll go to Takamagahara together.” Fujiwara Izaya hugged her tightly, looking down to smell her fragrance.

"Loosen your grip a little..."

Hoshimi Rinko was shy, and her slender, soft hands gently pushed his face away.

Fujiwara Izaya took the opportunity to kiss her fingers.

It tickled, and Hoshimi Rinko was startled, quickly pulling both hands back into her sleeves.

Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head slightly, looked at the crown on her head, and said with a smile, "It looks pretty. Once you put it on, don't take it off."

"...Ugly, tacky, I don't want to." Hoshimi Rinko's voice became soft and shy, with a slight huskiness. "I'm a shrine maiden, I don't want to associate with a monster leader like you..."

"It's alright, I'll become a real god soon anyway."

Fujiwara Izaya wrapped both arms around her waist, highlighting the slenderness and grace of her waist.

Hoshimi Rinko's heart pounded, and she raised her small fist, pounding his chest like soft snowflakes. Her face, slightly angry, yet with a beautiful and captivating charm, made him wish he could hold her like that forever.

“When we get to Takamagahara, I’ll steal Amaterasu’s golden corona and give it to you,” Fujiwara Izaya whispered mysteriously in her ear. “If that’s not enough, I’ll steal all of her clothes and give them to you to wear.”

Hoshimi Rinko stared in disbelief at the monster leader who dared to harbor wicked thoughts towards the supreme god.

"I would only do this for you, Senpai." Fujiwara Izaya smiled and flattered, "A genius shrine maiden like you, Senpai, is the most beautiful shrine maiden of all time, and is in no way inferior to Omikami."

"Of course!"

Rinko Hoshimi slightly puffed out her chest.

Fujiwara Izaya's gaze couldn't help but shift downwards.

Compared to her mother's, the daughter's was almost identical; she was indeed her biological child.

Look!

Rinko Hoshimi's face flushed red instantly.

"Hmm, I was thinking we should probably head out now," Fujiwara Izaya said calmly, gently stroking Hoshimi Rinko's cheek as he slowly brought his lips to his lips. "There are people waiting for us outside..."

Rinko Hoshimi shuddered.

Her hands were pressed against Fujiwara Izaya's chest, and she hesitated whether to push him away.

In terms of personality, she is naturally indifferent and quiet, and occasionally enjoys playing a little prank. But after all, she is Hoshimi Miko's daughter, and she has inherited some of that submissive, timid woman's demeanor.

Ugh~

My junior finally kissed me, it looks so sweet.

Waaah~

No, we can't let this scumbag get away with it. Absolutely not.

As she oscillated between these two feelings, Hoshimi Rinko felt his breath getting closer and closer, and stood there bewildered.

A moment later, strawberry-pink lips were covered.

Bathed in the bright sunlight, and accompanied by the sound of the wind carrying the scent of grass, Hoshimi Rinko's eyes were glazed over, her body limp and unable to move.

※※※※※

High in the sky.

Dressed in a magnificent court kimono and wearing a golden crown, Amaterasu Ōmikami looked down at the sea filled with lightning and thunder and the towering mountain, her eyes filled with a hint of satisfaction.