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She's the only one who calls herself that.

"No problem." Ian answered without hesitation.

brush brush --

The shoji door was carefully opened.

Minamoto no Raikou appeared there holding the prepared food.

She looked at the man in front of her, and her purple eyes became more gentle.

She said:

"Master, sorry for the long wait."

A swipe.

The shoji door was closed again, and Minamoto no Raikou entered the closed room.

"Master, please try what I made today while it's still hot."

"..."

Ian didn't respond, but just nodded silently.

[You begin to taste her cooking in front of Minamoto no Raikou.]

【I have to say, the food tastes as good as always. 】

[If you hadn't seen her wielding a knife, you would think she would have become a virtuous wife.]

[The bravery of a warrior and the gentleness of a woman are cleverly combined in her. 】

Praise is praise.

Ian still tasted something unusual hidden in the dishes today.

That is thick and thick.

No matter which dish it is, it feels overly rich.

It may not seem like a problem on the surface, but once you take a bite you'll know it's not a very friendly experience.

Minamoto no Raikou would not make such a low-level mistake - because it would make people thirsty.

Ian realized that maybe she did that on purpose.

"Raikou, today's dishes seem to be a little special."

"Is there something else you haven't shown me?"

"Do not."

Minamoto no Raikou shook his head.

"Master, everything I want to serve is already here."

"..."

Ian could naturally hear the hint hidden in Minamoto no Raikou's words.

He soon noticed the rice ropes on the tray.

The great Onmyoji realized something.

"Raikou, are you trying to say that you are also part of the 'dish'?"

"Master, you discovered me."

Minamoto no Raikou looked directly at Ian in front of him.

There was a hint of joy of being understood in those purple eyes.

"To be precise, I am now the key to the reputation of these dishes."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu touched the collar of his kimono.

"so--"

"Master, please be generous with your instructions and taste my last creation."

Ian didn't answer.

But he did feel that it was not a good idea to leave Minamoto no Raikou alone like this - especially since she had prepared so many things.

How can a master not appreciate the disciple’s kindness?

Then give it a try.

The quality of the rice rope is quite good.

Ordinary people would use it to tie up freshly caught fish or to bundle up vegetables harvested from the fields.

But this is the first time Ian has tried using this method on other things.

rounded;

Swelling;

The last dish prepared by Minamoto no Raikou looked delicate and rich, a rare dessert.

"Raikou, are you feeling okay?"

"I can do it, Master."

"But you're frowning now, right? Isn't it better to stay like before?"

"If you want to blame someone, blame me for not having the charm to let Master find out the truth."

Minamoto no Raikou looked at the great Onmyoji in front of him and answered.

"So now this is the only way I can provide the best blessings I can."

"..."

Ian silently tightened the rice rope.

Moisturizing, amazing.

[The guidance of the Onmyoji has been replaced by the admiration of the warrior: Minamoto no Raikou will only provide nourishment for you, and this nourishment seems to be able to strengthen your body. ]

[She did follow through on her original promise and did what a partner should do for you.]

【But you also realize that Minamoto no Raikou's situation may not be as easy as you thought. 】

You won't sit idly by.

"Yakou."

Ian admired the scarce dessert bound by rice ropes.

With his tall stature, he easily held Minamoto no Raikou in his arms.

"I get the feeling that the people in the mansion don't seem to want to see me?"

Not that Ian was kidding.

From servants to doormen.

He could clearly feel that these people were quite dissatisfied with his arrival.

If it weren't for Minamoto no Raikou's identity, he might have given me a cold shoulder long ago.

This contradicts what she said earlier, that her story was circulating in Kyoto.

After all, if he was really that famous, this kind of attitude shouldn't be the one he'd be perceived as.

unless--

Ian looked at Minamoto no Raikou who was docile in his arms.

There were still some things she hadn't told herself.

as predicted.

Just as Ian predicted, after he asked this question, Minamoto no Raikou immediately admitted it.

"Yes, Master."

"In fact, I am the only one in the entire mansion who wants to visit you."

Not a surprising answer.

It can even be said that we found out a little late.

Ian wasn't angry.

He just wanted to understand the cause and effect of things.

"That--"

"Is my fame in Heian-kyō also fake?"

"No." Minamoto no Raikou shook his head, "This is true."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought of visiting Master."

"That being the case..."

Ian was a little confused.

"Shouldn't my arrival be a happy event for you?"

"According to common sense, this is indeed the way it should be."

Minamoto no Raikou, who was hugged by Ian, replied.

"But my father never wanted me to have too much contact with Onmyoji, so this top-down atmosphere was formed."

[Do you know who Minamoto no Raikou refers to as his father?]

【That was her father, Minamoto Manchu. 】

[On the way to the capital, you heard Minamoto no Raikou mention him more than once.]

[In the mansion, servants would occasionally talk about this man.]

[In their description, this was a brave and skilled general, but he was also well-versed in literature and art, and could be said to be both civil and military.]

[Such a person does not want his daughter to come into contact with the famous Onmyoji of the moment. ]

[Even if you consider it out of your father's concern, you still find it a little strange. ]

"Yakou."

Ian leaned over his seductive apprentice.

"Then why doesn't he want you to contact Onmyoji? There has to be a reason, right?"

At this point, Minamoto no Raikou's expression became somewhat dissatisfied.

She replied coldly:

"Father never told me why."

"He just kept ordering me to think so."

"It seems that you don't seem to be convinced."

Ian gently tied the two rice ropes together, and then freed one hand amid Minamoto no Raikou's moans.

“Is it because you feel you are restricted?”