In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

[You are not surprised by this result.]

【Few people can remember the circumstances of their birth.】

[After all, even you don’t remember what happened on the day you were born. ]

[You realize that it is unlikely that you can rely on Minamoto no Raikou's memory to get to the bottom of the matter.]

【But you're not nervous—it's just one of your tactics. 】

【You have other options. 】

"Raikou, can you close your eyes first?"

"Ok."

Responding to his former master in this way, Minamoto no Raikou slowly closed his eyes.

Picking up the wet brush, Ian gently wrote words on her cheek with clean water.

These are not just words.

Instead, it was a curse seal disguised as Waka.

After writing all the long and short sentences, Ian, as an Onmyoji, can use them to know what Minamoto no Raikou is carrying.

This is a Yin-Yang technique that should not be used.

After all, there is a balance between profit and loss, and no matter how powerful the Onmyoji is, he cannot change this law.

But for her, Ian was willing to pay some price - such as part of his own life.

of course.

This is far from his end.

Nothing can happen to him now, otherwise Minamoto no Raikou will have to remain a widow.

The clear water fell on Minamoto no Raikou's handsome cheeks and then flowed along his facial features.

Under Ian's manipulation, they finally took on a stable appearance, as if they were ink stains on paper.

After writing with full concentration for a while, Minamoto no Raikou, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke in a low voice;

"Master, can I make a request?"

"Well, Raikou, go ahead."

"That's it..." Minamoto no Raikou closed his eyes tightly, showing no sign of opening them.

"Can you read them out loud while you write the poem?"

"If the wedding night is so quiet, it makes me feel a little lonely."

"..."

【You suddenly realize that you have forgotten something. 】

【Tonight is indeed the best day for you to find out Minamoto no Raikou's fate. 】

【But at the same time, this is also the most memorable moment in her life. 】

[Although she doesn't mind being the paper under your pen, it doesn't mean that she has no desires in her heart. ]

【You decide to change your plans slightly. 】

[You clearly know that you must let her have a memorable wedding night, which is considered to be fulfilling your due responsibility. ]

"no problem."

Ian replied with a smile.

"If you are afraid of loneliness, Raikou, I will sing for you."

Men already understand this aspect.

So even if you write and recite at the same time, it is not a problem at all.

And in order to make Minamoto no Raikou less nervous.

Ian even deliberately adjusted his tone to make it sound more soothing than usual.

"Master, you are such an elegant person."

Minamoto no Raikou, who was sitting on the desk, closed his eyes and praised like this.

“Even in this situation, it is still possible to grasp the rhythm of waka firmly.”

"That's all because of you, Raikou."

"My reason?"

"Well... without beautiful scenery, how can I feel like composing a song?"

Ian picked up the brush and his eyes moved down from her cheek.

The most uneven part of the paper is right in front of you.

"Raikou, I'm going to continue."

"Okay, Master."

Hearing Minamoto no Raikou's response, Ian lowered his head, held the uneven part of the paper, and stroked it gently.

The sweet scent soon filled the air.

And compared to before, Ian could clearly feel the richness contained in it at this moment.

When you go out, you no longer need to worry about not being able to find water.

"Raikou, are you still working on this?"

"Yes, Master."

Minamoto no Raikou's face flushed slightly, but his tone was as gentle as ever.

"Since I promised you, I will 'grow' memories for you."

"Then no matter how troublesome the problem is, I will try to solve it."

"so--"

"Please don't be surprised by this, Master."

"I understand."

Ian didn't pursue the matter any further.

However, he knew very well that he had to make Minamoto no Raikou feel more involved.

The wedding night should never be spent carelessly.

The source of sweet water was gently dug up by the great Yin-Yang Master.

The beauty flowing down from the mountains lingers on the pale white skin.

The bristles of the brush are immersed in the moist river.

This is a beautiful mountain view.

Use snow instead of water.

Ian continued to chant Japanese poetry, and the pen in his hand also became more graceful.

Minamoto no Raikou's face became more and more rosy.

The slightly raised corners of the mouth imply that the warrior's heart has been completely immersed in this sweet contact.

The sound of singing and the movement of writing brushes.

The white rice paper had a touch of the sweet fragrance of the clan, and even the air on the wedding night began to become misty.

pause.

The tip of the brush hesitated in the depression of the warrior's abdomen.

"Raikou, can you still accept this?"

"no problem."

"Please continue, Master."

The brush marks spread everywhere.

There is only one last song left of the Great Onmyoji's waka.

In a moment, the curse will be able to be verified on Minamoto no Raikou.

"Raikou, it's almost over."

Ian said so.

"Really?" Minamoto no Raikou still looked a little unsatisfied.

"I thought you were going to write all night, Master."

"There is no such thing."

“No matter how good a poem is, it must have an ending.”

Ian picked up the brush and dipped it in water again.

This time, the place where the poem was written was the line of sky on the rice paper.

The Yin-Yang Master's chanting sounded, and the bristles of the bamboo brush penetrated into every corner on the left side of the rice paper.

disturbance;

Lift open.

The brush sank into the gaps of the newly opened rice paper, appearing a bit sluggish.

Ian didn't say much, but silently added a little more strength and pulled it out.

He reached out and stroked Genraikou's hair, then asked in a low voice:

"Yorimitsu, this waka poem might be a bit long."

"Master, I know... no matter what, I will accompany you to finish writing the poem."

"Okay, I see."

The Great Onmyoji no longer hesitated.

The movement of the pen tip became more and more violent.

The bamboo pen dipped in clean water was gradually confiscated by Tsuguchi, and the warrior's body began to tremble as well.

The pair of fair hands grasped the edge of the desk, and the face blushed.

But she didn't say a word and didn't complain at all.

Being able to become a piece of rice paper in his hands on the wedding night is the most beautiful moment of fulfilling my dream.

At this moment, Ian's voice came.

"Raikou, if you really want to make a sound but don't know what to say--"

"Then sing a song with me."

"Eh...is that okay?"

"Of course." Ian smiled. "This is a poem written for you, so it will naturally resonate with your voice."

"I...I understand!"

The married couple recited Japanese poems about objects on their wedding night.

One person recites the lyrics and the other composes the music.

All kinds of emotions are hidden in the intersection of the two, until the pen reaches one-third of the mark.

The song is over;

The sound ends.

Ian released his grip on the brush.

next moment.