I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"You have the nerve to criticize others?" Fujiwara Izaya laughed and scolded, "You're the best at this yourself, Aunt Himeko!"

Mrs. Kasahara also leaned closer: "If you say anything bad about me again, I'll shut your mouth!"

"it is good!"

Fujiwara Izaya obediently shut up.

"Whoo~"

Mrs. Kasahara held the teacup and blew on it to cool it down.

The aroma of tea rises gently, mild and fragrant.

Her cute and sly demeanor made Fujiwara Izaya forget that she was older, as if he were standing next to a woman younger than himself.

Without a doubt, he was enjoying the pleasure derived from Mrs. Kasahara's experience with her.

Himeko is a truly shrewd woman; she can be a gentle, passive person, or a seducer disguised as docility. Her soft shoulder brushed against Fujiwara Izaya's shoulder, a sweet and serene touch.

In Fujiwara Izaya's senses.

He now resembles a conqueror.

While dozing off, he had the slave girl Himeko wash his feet, completely satisfied.

After Mrs. Hoshimi finished ordering tea and poured herself a cup, Fujiwara Izaya finally remembered the important matter and looked at her, asking, "How is the situation in Tokyo?"

“It’s not very optimistic,” Mrs. Hoshimi said, her brow furrowed with worry. “A massive demonic barrier has indeed been set up in the Shibuya area. Although Chairman Hirofumi has done his best to evacuate the crowd, many people are still trapped inside, including him…”

"Don't worry, Chairman Hongwen is very powerful, he'll be fine..." Mrs. Kasahara looked over, "Compared to the demonic barrier, the monsters rushing towards Tokyo from the outside are the bigger problem."

"What's going on now?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"From Kansai, Hokkaido, Shikoku, Kyushu... groups of yokai have been found converging on Tokyo from several places," Mrs. Kasahara said, then paused, as if wanting to say something more but swallowing her words. After a while, she sighed and said, "Your aunt has really gotten herself into a lot of trouble..."

“She’s just one snowflake among many…” Fujiwara Rinya tried to speak objectively for his aunt. “While we can’t say she’s innocent, with her abilities, she certainly wouldn’t be able to trigger such a massive avalanche… Even without her, the plans of the various demon clans would proceed as usual.”

“Fujiwara-kun is right.” Amaterasu, who had been silent all along, nodded. “The Furukawa Kaikan does know a lot of inside information, but I can’t tell you, because that would violate the rules I set.”

Fujiwara Izaya looked at her.

The two chairpersons' gazes also fell on her.

"Why are you looking at me? I don't care..."

The supreme god suddenly threw a tantrum.

"Ah—" She let out a long sigh as if she were very tired, then rolled to one side and lay down on the tatami mat. "Ah—how boring. The affairs of you humans are truly awful, I can't be bothered to watch. I'm going back to Takamagahara in a bit!"

"Let's figure it out ourselves," Mrs. Hoshimi said wearily.

Mrs. Kasahara bit her nails, frowning in thought: "As long as the Underworld doesn't get involved, our Onmyōryō can still handle it, but the existence of ghosts will definitely be exposed..."

Amaterasu, who had her back to them, turned around and interjected, "It's long overdue for mortals to know the truth about the world!"

"If you want to collect more wish power, just say so..." Fujiwara Izaya found it a bit funny, propped one elbow on the table, and gazed at the face of the Great God in the dim candlelight.

Amaterasu snorted and turned her face away from him.

She lay on her side on the ground, her wide robes spread out, and her gorgeous hair flowed onto the mat.

"Anyway, I've contacted other branches, and they're sending people over to assist Tokyo today." Mrs. Kasahara rubbed her temples. "The biggest conflict between transvestites and transvestites since the Meiji era is probably unavoidable..."

Mrs. Hoshimi rubbed her temples in frustration: "This situation is even more critical than the attack on Asakusa Shrine by the Ten Thousand Demons. I wonder how many casualties there will be..."

Fujiwara Izaya silently watched Amaterasu's retreating figure.

The room quieted down.

"Don't look at me!" Amaterasu covered her ears.

Fujiwara Izaya crawled over and hugged her: "Aunt Amaterasu~"

It has a hint of being coquettish with an elder.

Amaterasu shook her head like a child and said, "No, no, absolutely not."

The two chairpersons' eyes were filled with expectation.

If Omikami could step in to mediate, this crisis could definitely be resolved.

“You can’t just abandon your people…” Fujiwara Izaya held Amaterasu and placed her on his lap. “And me too. Before I go to Takamagahara, I should at least enjoy a dozen or so years of peace and quiet.”

Amaterasu covered her ears, a smile involuntarily playing on her lips: "No means no! The gods of Takamagahara are not allowed to interfere in human affairs; this is a rule I personally established."

"Rules can be changed."

"Changing orders frequently is a major taboo, and rulers must never commit this offense!"

"I don't need you to come in person, could you at least give me a hint?"

"Why are you worrying about nothing? Now bring your wives and come with me to Takamagahara, and I guarantee you eternal wealth and honor!"

"I don't want sugar-coated bullets! If you really don't care, I'm not going to Takamagahara!"

"Stop trying to bargain with me. Who do you think you are? I am the Great God, and what I say goes. Your father tricked me, and you still want to negotiate with me? You're asking for death! Besides, how many times have you taken advantage of me since we were kids, and you're still not satisfied..."

Amaterasu seemed quite angry and began to berate the Fujiwara family. The fact that the dignified Ōmikami was using such a mundane and complaining tone made her divine aura less pronounced and more relatable... Fujiwara Izaya felt a surge of warmth in his heart, finding the Ōmikami incredibly amusing.

Once I arrived in Takamagahara, I could get close to Omikami every day.

Fujiwara Izaya held her noble body in his arms, inhaling the fragrance emanating from her neck.

He used to think that Omikami was unattainable, and apart from taking advantage of her, he didn't have many thoughts about her. He even thought that she was not as charming as Mrs. Kasahara... But if they really spend every day together, that will be a different story.

"No means no, no matter how much you say, it's useless!" Amaterasu leaned her delicate shoulders back slightly, resting against his chest. "If you try to persuade me again, I'll take you to Takamagahara right now, and I won't even let you take the lady with you."

"Why?" Fujiwara Izaya placed his hands on her lower abdomen.

Amaterasu stared at him sharply: "I sent you up to Takamagahara to watch over the Land of the Dead, not to enjoy a retirement! With so many wives on your way, will you still have the energy to cultivate in peace? Of course, if you insist on bringing them, I won't stop you..."

As she spoke, she raised her right palm and gestured a downward cutting motion.

Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but shudder.

Across from her, in Mrs. Hoshimi's pupils, it seemed as if two cold flames were burning.

What will happen to my daughter's happiness then!

Mrs. Kasahara also frowned in displeasure!

Amidst the crackling of the firewood, the fire gradually died down. Fujiwara Izaya raised his hand and gently caressed Amaterasu's delicate shoulder. Her plump, tender skin was faintly visible through the slanted collar of her red dress, making her incredibly alluring.

"Could you help me one more time?" he continued to ask.

Amaterasu lowered her head and pursed her lower lip.

This sight caught Fujiwara Izaya's eye, and he involuntarily lowered his hand slightly.

"Aunt Amaterasu, I loved being with you the most when I was little... The warmth I felt back then is like a warm spring that often wells up in my heart. You are the supreme Ōmikami, the gentle and forgiving sun goddess, you wouldn't be so heartless, would you?"

Under his massage, Amaterasu looked increasingly comfortable, and even her fair neck turned red.

She looked completely at ease and at ease.

"I'll do whatever you say from now on." Fujiwara Izaya's face drew closer to hers.

There was a flicker of emotion in Amaterasu's eyes.

"It's acceptable to treat the Mother Goddess like a mother-in-law."

"Uh……"

Amaterasu straightened her back.

"That was just something I said offhand..." she said awkwardly.

“I took it seriously!” Fujiwara Izaya gently patted her shoulder and pulled her back into his arms. “Thinking about it, adding the surname ‘Fujiwara’ before Amaterasu sounds quite nice.”

"No, no..."

Amaterasu verbally refused, but her body slumped against his chest.

In any case, she is the supreme god, and Fujiwara Rin can only say so; in reality, she has to make all the decisions.

Unable to withstand Fujiwara Izaya's persistent pestering and subtle maneuvers, Amaterasu's face fell, and she sighed softly, saying, "Let go, I'll explain slowly."

Fujiwara Izaya immediately let go of his hand.

Amaterasu was still leaning against him, not getting up. With a flick of her wrist, Ama no Kusanagi appeared in his palm.

Fujiwara Izaya took the sword directly and continued to ask, "Anything else?"

"How greedy!"

Amaterasu raised her hand and tapped him on the forehead.

As her sleeves fell down, the skin extending from her wrists to the sleeves was incongruously white, possessing a sun-kissed quality.

"It's mainly because Aunt Amaterasu spoils me too much..." Fujiwara Izaya gently pressed his hand on her shoulder, his lips brushing against her warm neck, moving gently. "What should I do?"

“Let’s go to Nasu Plateau,” Amaterasu said helplessly.

She was seething with hatred for Fujiwara Izaya, who shamelessly acted like a child and whined, but she just couldn't do anything about it. If only he would throw a tantrum! Then she could use her authority as an elder to beat him up and lock him in a dark room to make him reflect on his actions…

What happens after you go to Nasu Plateau?

“Find your aunt, she has a big gift waiting for you.” Amaterasu stood up and loosened her shoulders. “I won’t say anything more about what happens next. Let’s go, back to Takamagahara.”

Fujiwara Izaya also stood up: "Let me see you out."

The two left the room, walked along the ship's side for a while, and came to the deck.

A thin moon hung in the dark sky, and a gentle breeze brought a refreshing coolness to the skin. Amaterasu looked up at the moonlight and sighed softly.

"Are you thinking of Lord Tsukuyomi?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"Born a god, I can only accept this fate." Amaterasu turned around, her wide robes fluttering in the wind. "No matter how close we are, after thousands of years, the bond will eventually fade..."

I will do my best to maintain your enthusiasm!

The very thing that prompted Fujiwara Izaya to say those words rose within him. It was a courage that seemed to defy time, yet also a desire to conceal the sweetness of wanting to see his childhood dreams.

"Don't do that, it's too scary." Amaterasu said, quietly pulling her collar up, and then, as if remembering something, asked leisurely, "It's under the clothes, you can't see it, can you?"

"How could we not see it?"

"So you were peeking just now?"