I have an infinite number of shikigami

The commotion caused by Amaterasu's appearance subsided with her departure.

During the process, there was a moment when everyone's consciousness temporarily lapsed, except for Fujiwara Reya. No one knew what happened in that instant. Even if Fujiwara Reya were to recount what transpired, no one would believe it.

How could a supreme deity flirt with the groom in front of the bride at the wedding ceremony?

That's truly absurd!

Surely, one wouldn't claim that Lady Amaterasu is a fan of NTR, right?

Especially not Yukino Ritsuko.

Having served as a lady-in-waiting for Mrs. Fujiwara for five years, she would never believe such a thing.

The scorching sun was blazing, making it unbearably hot.

The wedding ceremony continued.

Sunlight shone on the hem of Fujiwara Reya's garment as he bowed at the shrine's entrance, and the three brides behind him, in their White Pure wedding robes, also bathed in the sunlight, appeared like folded white lotus, pure, radiant, and serene.

The groom recited his vows, and the bride followed suit, reciting hers.

The Divine Mirror offered in front of the deity's statue emitted a black sheen.

In this setting, Kasahara Fumi clearly felt the sweat on her forehead crawling down her cheeks, and the gods seemed to be watching her... She felt a sound knocking at her heart, as if a divine encouragement was resonating within the walls of her heart. There was an unseen purity, like a clear, cool spring flowing continuously from the depths of her heart.

Her gaze slightly lifted, looking at Fujiwara Reya standing before her.

He was waving the scroll, producing a sound akin to a pigeon flapping its wings. The Palace Master beside him brought a pen, and the young man laid the scroll flat on the table, moving it left and right a few times to demonstrate his devotion. Finally, he picked up the ink-dipped brush, and its tip gently brushed across the scroll.

With the light streaming in from the outside, Kasahara Fumi clearly saw her name, written by him on the scroll, transform into [Fujiwara Fumi].

After this part of the ceremony, the scroll would be sent to Takamagahara, presented before the Yuanjie God.

In this way, in the world of yokai and deities, she had secured the identity of Mrs. Fujiwara.

I wasn't even prepared... Kasahara Fumi pressed her lips and then puffed her cheeks slightly.

Since the day she became aware, she had been at the Kasahara family, receiving a well-rounded education throughout the transition from girl to maiden. In matters of affection, she also understood human love concepts like chastity, shyness, and devotion... Until this moment in her life, it was the first time she felt no longer alone but tagged with ownership by someone.

And she needed to convince herself to make this result seem natural, to accept it without any reservations, and then to embrace it.

After all, it wasn't of my own will... Occasionally, such self-deceptive thoughts would flash through her mind. Kasahara Fumi groggily followed through with the entire wedding process and felt a bit pretentious when Fujiwara Reya held her hand to put on the ring... I'm a married woman now, it will always be like this, the reality can no longer be changed... Ugh, I'm so sorry to Asuka!

Thankfully, her sister was far away in Tokyo at this moment.

Otherwise, given her spoiled temper, she would certainly have thrown a tantrum on the spot.

Thinking of this, Kasahara Fumi couldn't help but worry about her mother, scanning the surrounding guests with her eyes, secretly guarding against her mother potentially jumping out from somewhere unknown to cause trouble.

The wedding ceremony only concluded as it approached noon.

What followed was a banquet where the removed offerings of drinks and food were distributed among all the guests present.

Kitagawa Ryoko was also given extra care and invited to a seat at the VIP section.

On the low table in front of the young girl, portions of delicately presented food, drinks, and small dishes were arranged. Each low table had a vase with lilies, the same lilies earlier carried by wagtails. In traditional Japanese culture, wagtails are birds that aid the god of love in conveying affection, and in Shintoism, lilies are one of the divine flowers. The intertwining of these two elements made the girl feel the sacred meaning embedded in love.

If only I could have a wedding with Sister Yukino, that would be wonderful... Kitagawa Ryoko ate a piece of sakura-pink, unknown fish meat, occasionally glancing inside the shrine. One of the brides' side profile was aligned perfectly with her line of sight, allowing her to vaguely glimpse the bride's beautiful profile and a corner of the black hair tucked inside the wedding hood.

The sparse sunlight of late summer spilled into the courtyard.

One could vaguely see the fingertips of the bride, holding onto the fabric corner, with a snowy white sheen. Even the crepe handkerchief pinched between those fingertips was endowed with a pure divinity.

"Such a beautiful bride—" Kitagawa Ryoko felt a flutter in her heart.

Even though she couldn't clearly see the face, just the elegant figure and the curve of the jawline peeking out from under the hood were enough to convey the bride's stunning allure. To marry such a bride must be a blessing cultivated over several lifetimes.

Looking and looking, Kitagawa Ryoko couldn't help but fantasize about Yukino Ritsuko in the White Pure wedding attire.

Actually...

Isn't there a possibility that the bride she's seeing is Yukino Ritsuko?

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In the shrine, Fujiwara Reya naturally noticed Kitagawa Ryoko's gaze.

A human girl who liked female yokai, sitting outside, cluelessly watching a wedding ceremony between the female yokai she liked and a male yokai—it was rather amusing.

"What are you laughing at?" Yukino Ritsuko noticed the strange smile on his face.