I have an unlimited number of shikigami

“Master Fujiwara—” Ito Takumi’s face was filled with terror.

He wasn't afraid of the little ghost at all.

But now that he's being entangled with her, he's afraid that if he's not careful, he'll lose all the happiness he once had.

"Senior, let me go!" Kasahara Asuka grabbed Fujiwara Izaya's arm with both hands, forcing Fujiwara Izaya to tighten his grip on her.

He held a soft, fragrant woman in his arms, but unfortunately, he had no time to enjoy it.

In the dark and deep corridor, a shrill scream came from behind, followed by the chaotic footsteps of someone fleeing in a panic.

"Little mage, save me—"

It was Inspector Suzuki's voice; he was running towards them, covering his head.

Behind him, stiff, grayish-white spirits chased after him, baring their fangs and claws.

Countless ghosts floated out of various rooms and gathered into the newcomers, turning the entire building into chaos.

Chapter 42. This is the true demeanor of a priest...

Suddenly, a hundred ghosts roamed the night!

The ghosts that move around vary in appearance, manner and age. Their bodies are mostly swollen and rotting, and one can probably glean some clues about how they died.

The old man, with his limbs twisted and ribs protruding from his skin, was likely killed in the accident.

The man in the white coat with a knife stuck in his chest was probably a doctor.

A middle-aged woman with her throat slit, a yakuza man with tattoos all over his arms, a policeman covered in bullet holes, a slut who looks no different from the real woman and was poisoned by his wife; some are no longer human, just clumps of flesh barely clinging together and wriggling faceless ghosts.

Fujiwara Izaya frowned deeply.

From the moment he stepped into this building, he felt something was wrong. Now it seems this place has become a "ghost-raising" place.

"What should we do?" Kasahara Asuka asked.

At this moment, Fujiwara Izaya, who was still holding the little shrine maiden's soft body tightly, leaped directly towards Ito Takumi.

"Hey, what are you doing, senior—"

Kasahara Asuka, who was suddenly lifted into the air, exclaimed in surprise.

To maintain her balance, she instinctively opened her arms and tightly hugged Fujiwara Izaya's neck.

"Shh!"

The snow woman followed closely behind.

"Ahhh—" Ito Takumi was still covering his head between his legs, yelling incoherently. Fujiwara Izaya jumped over, kicked the little ghost into thin air, and shouted, "Stop yelling!"

"Eh?"

Ito Takumi was taken aback and immediately bent down to check.

After confirming that his pants were still intact, he breathed a long sigh of relief. The feeling of escaping death made him feel weak and exhausted.

But when he looked up and saw a large group of ghosts and vengeful spirits of various shapes following behind Inspector Suzuki, he was terrified once again.

All sorts of ghosts, a huge, dark mass, with no end in sight.

Smelling the scent, they surged in from all directions, converging towards the living person.

The scene was utterly despairing.

As more and more ghosts appeared, Asuka Kasahara's face turned pale.

This was the first time she had encountered such a horrifying situation.

Fortunately, she was quite brave, having come from a large shrine. Instinctively, she snuggled closer to Fujiwara Izaya. Once she felt safe, she gently bit her lower lip and picked up a talisman between her fingertips.

“Leave it to me,” Fujiwara Izaya pressed down her hand, looking in the direction where Inspector Suzuki had fled. “When he gets here, you take him and Ito the monk and break through. I’ll cover your retreat.”

“Senior, you…” Kasahara Asuka looked up at him with a worried expression.

"Don't worry," Fujiwara Izaya patted her head, coaxing her like a child, "I'm very capable, you've seen it for yourself."

"Hmm~"

Kasahara Asuka blushed.

Those clear, bright eyes sparkled in the darkness.

Fujiwara Izaya also blushed slightly.

But unlike the little witch, he was feeling ashamed.

The actions and words just now were deliberately staged.

Tokyo Daijingu Shrine is the second largest shrine in the Kanto region after Meiji Shrine. Her older sister and mother both held high positions, making them top-tier aristocratic families in terms of both power and status.

Fujiwara Izaya, who was being watched by countless eyes, began to plot to borrow her family's influence the moment Kasahara Asuka threatened him with stockings.

If you are unkind, I will not be righteous either.

If you threaten me, I'll stay at your house.

That's what Fujiwara Izaya thought at the time.

However, after getting to know her, he discovered that Asuka Kasahara wasn't as cunning as she seemed on the surface. In essence, she was just an innocent girl who didn't know the ways of the world, which made him unable to continue deceiving her.

"Help me, please!"

Inspector Suzuki shouted for help and quickly ran to within five meters.

In the dim space, he saw the slightly shorter little witch leaning against the little priest, a smile spreading across her face. The two were close in age, and the difference in their height was just right, creating a warm and cozy scene, like a happy date on a Sunday morning in spring.

but……

Beneath their feet, several pale, twisted arms emerged from the floor, waving like octopus tentacles.

This doesn't look like a good place for romance at all... In a moment of crisis, Inspector Suzuki remembered his identity as a Section 9 detective, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "Little Mage!"

Fujiwara Izaya looked at him and clenched his fist.

"Take Kasahara Shrine Maiden and hurry..."

Halfway through his sentence, a short-haired woman with swollen skin, a protruding tongue, and obvious ligature marks on her neck slowly floated down from the ceiling in front of him.

Inspector Suzuki was about to say, "Take Kasahara Shrine Maiden and leave, don't worry about me," but then a hanged ghost suddenly appeared, startling him so much that his heart stopped and he forgot to breathe.

Fujiwara Izaya rushed forward and smashed the short-haired woman's head with a single punch.

Bang!

The hanged female ghost shattered into countless fragments of resentment.

"What did you just say?" Fujiwara Izaya asked him.

"Uh..." Inspector Suzuki scratched his cheek, "I told you and the little mage to come and save me right away."

"Oh, you should hurry up and go." Fujiwara Izaya said casually, "Follow behind Asuka and let her escort you two out. I'll cover your rear."

"no!"

Ito Takumi stepped forward.

"?" Fujiwara Rin looked at him, puzzled.

"I will stay and fight!" Ito Takumi roared with righteous indignation.

The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly cried out "Ah!" and his entire face contorted in pain.

On the floor, a vengeful spirit, burned to death, had appeared out of nowhere. Its charred hands, still burning, gripped one of Ito Takumi's feet.

moment.

With a "sizzle" sound.

Ito Takumi smelled a burnt, pungent odor of charred flesh.

Looking down, he saw a hideous face, its flesh dried up from the fire, pointing directly at his feet, saliva dripping from its cracked mouth, as if it intended to roast his leg and then take a bite.

At this moment, who had the courage to fight? Ito Takumi immediately shouted, "Fujiwara-sama, save me!"

“Incompetent and pretentious…” Fujiwara Izaya muttered to himself, nodding to Yuki-onna.

The fog condensed, and a chilly wind swept through the air.

Snowflakes condensed and fell in a flurry, as if countless ice crystals were frozen in the cold air. The snow woman standing in the snow raised her arms, and her frail figure evoked a sense of sorrow.

Centered on her, sharp ice arrows floated in the air.

One of the ice arrows shot forward with a "whoosh" in the direction she was pointing.

A flash of cold light streaked past.

The vengeful spirit, its body covered in faint flames, had lost much of its resentment, and the heat of the flames was also rapidly decreasing.

Immediately afterwards, the Snow Woman pointed her finger in all directions without expression. In each direction she pointed, an ice arrow would be shot out. The weaker ghosts would be killed instantly, while the stronger vengeful spirits would be frozen and slowed down, their movements becoming extremely slow.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Asuka Kasahara also began to take action.

"Thunder and wind, water and fire, wind seal, activate!"

A flash of light appeared instantly, and a cool breeze blew in from outside the building. Kasahara Asuka tossed out a string of talismans. The wind, like a sentient little hand, carried the talismans one after another, striking the demon with pinpoint accuracy and creating a passage leading to the stairs.

"boom!"

With the sound of the explosion, the heatwave surged and raged like a wild horse.

The corridor was cleared, and the girl took the lead and ran towards the stairs. Inspector Suzuki ran just as fast, while Ito Takumi, who was in third place, limped along. When they reached the halfway point of the stairs, he looked back.

The boy stood tall and straight, single-handedly blocking the surging, dark mass of ghosts at the stairwell.

Handsome and strong.

This is the true demeanor of a priest... Before he knew it, two lines of clear tears flowed down Ito Takumi's cheeks.

Chapter 43. The Right Choice

"whee……"

The woman in the red dress smiled sinisterly.