I have an infinite number of shikigami

"So make sure you keep a close eye on him," Natsuki Kuri hinted to her, "As long as you keep him in his room tonight and don't let him leave, he won't have the chance to kill anyone."

Kasahara Fumi frowned, realizing Natsuki Kuri was trying to manipulate her again.

As the three women neared the waterfront in the cherry grove, they spotted Fujiwara Reya and Yukino Ritsuko lounging on the grass, soaking up the sun and sharing whispered secrets.

Having lived together for a while and shared intimate moments, their relationship was so strong it was almost as if they were merged as one. Yukino Ritsuko soaked her legs in the water, enjoying the leisurely moment, and casually chatted, "Just endure things today, don't be impulsive."

"Aren't I enduring right now?" Fujiwara Reya said, squinting as if about to doze off.

"You clearly look like you can't wait to kill him, who are you fooling?" Yukino Ritsuko laughed softly, a gentle smile on her face. Then she lay down too, her body slightly touching Fujiwara Reya, "I'm not some kind of saint... It's just that he's backed by Yoshitsune. Listen to me, let him off for now. After all, I'm yours and I can't escape..."

Fujiwara Reya turned to look at her deep, bright eyes.

Those eyes were filled with affection, although she still didn't fully understand what love was.

"I'm worried you'll be endlessly entangled with him," Fujiwara Reya said, gently caressing her cheek, heated by the sun.

Yukino Ritsuko squinted her eyes, adjusting her head near his shoulder to find a comfortable position, then closed her eyes and spoke softly, "In all these years at the club, haven't I encountered enough annoying men? I've dealt with lingering issues before—I can handle it. You don't need to worry about that. I followed you and won't change that; except for you, this Snow Woman won't be close to anyone. Fujiwara... I'm even sharing your surname now. Just thinking about it makes me happy... Is this what love is?"

Her tone was gentle and calm, with her usual optimism and innocence.

Aside from her icy beauty, she had many qualities deserving lifelong protection; Fujiwara Reya's fingers traced her lips, feeling their warmth and softness.

Yukino Ritsuko smiled and opened her eyes, "Tickles."

"But I still want him not to survive today," Fujiwara Reya said seriously.

"... You won't leave tonight," Yukino Ritsuko hugged his arm tightly.

Fujiwara Reya asked with interest, "How will you stop me from leaving?"

"You know what I mean," Yukino Ritsuko blushed slightly, gently bumping his arm with her forehead.

"What about Ryoko tonight?" Fujiwara Reya asked amusingly.

The topic of "how to send the flower protector away so you can have me" was not something Yukino Ritsuko would naturally discuss with him. She simply leaned her head against Fujiwara Reya's shoulder, enjoying his scent, and murmured, "Anyway, you're not leaving tonight..."

The grass was dotted with wildflowers, and the stage sang melodious tunes.

Fujiwara Reya lay there looking up at the sky.

A flock of crows flew over the treetops, with the fattest, blackest one perching on a branch. Fujiwara Reya exchanged a look with the crow, instructing it to arrange tonight's plan and choose a burial site.

Let Takeuchi Akira go in his own domain?

What a joke.

Letting him die swiftly tonight was already the Mountain God's greatest mercy.

As for the conspiracy behind him, nothing much to worry about; if one Takeuchi Akira dies, isn't there still a Yayako?

Fujiwara Reya didn't believe that killing one Takeuchi Akira would stop that organization from operating.

"What did you tell the Dark Crow?"

A voice from his aunt came to his ear; Fujiwara Reya turned to give her a look.

Among all these women, the only one he couldn't hide things from was his aunt, but she was also the one who spoiled him the most, so he didn't need to explain anything.

Natsuki Kuri looked up and glared at the Dark Crow.

The fat crow shuddered on the spot, falling into the water with a splash.

In the Dark Crow's heart, the Young Master was the most powerful and great, and offending the Young Master's aunt was something he absolutely could not do. Offending the Young Master would at most lead to expulsion from Hidden God Town; offending the Young Master's aunt would truly turn him into a roasted crow.

"Caw, caw—"

Two caws echoed.

After that, the loyal Dark Crow to the Young Master fled for its life.

Kasahara Fumi approached and looked at Fujiwara Reya lying there. He wore a white shirt, his hair was a bit messy, and with his eyes closed, he looked like an immature boy... No, he actually was a boy. Kasahara Fumi knelt down and didn't look at him directly again.

Kawashima Miki sat down on the other side.

Fujiwara Reya opened his eyes to look at her, "The grass is so hard, it made my head hurt sleeping on it."

Kawashima Miki shifted to a kneeling position and patted her thigh, "Come here."

"Ugh, I really love Mrs. Miki," Fujiwara Reya immediately turned to rest his head on her soft thighs.

Kawashima Miki squinted slightly, reaching out to pinch his nose, a beautiful smile on her face.

A mix of beauty and mischief, with a hint of feminine pettiness, made one want to hold her tightly. But Fujiwara Reya, the sole recipient of that smile, just closed his eyes and muttered, "I'm dead, don't talk to me."

"Stop pretending," Kawashima Miki pinched his nose harder, questioning, "What's with Yayako?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you close to her?"

"Not at all..."

"Then why are you chatting with her so affectionately?"