Tokyo Gods Only Want Beautiful Priestesses

The priestess smiled and sat down next to the little priestess. The little priestess subtly shifted her position, maintaining a distance that was neither too close nor too far.

Ever since she returned that day, the little witch's resentment lingered. For several days, she wouldn't let anyone touch her, and her voice wasn't as gentle as before.

Chiyo, who knew the inside story, kept quiet and simply watched it for fun.

"Isn't loving you like taking a lesson?"

"asked for leave."

Saying something indifferently, Hanayama Haru secretly made a gesture towards Suga Ai. She didn't discard her after she had served her purpose; she remained unmoved by male beauty. She was indeed her best friend.

Even if Suga Ai didn't say anything, Jingu knew that it must be Hanayama Inu Haru who was tipping him off. Damn it, is this what they call the power of the maternal relatives?

Having made a mental note of this, Jingu had no choice but to abandon his idea of ​​continuing to flirt with Asakako. It was a pity that he would have to find another opportunity to drive his luxurious car in the future.

With Suga watching over the shrine maiden, the meal was finally able to proceed smoothly. Suga kept the shrine maiden in the innermost position of the table, so that anyone who wanted to speak to her had to get past the little shrine maiden first.

The shrine maiden, who had never been satisfied with anything from the little shrine maiden, had been quite frustrated these past few days. It was all Tamamo-no-Mae's fault for insisting on taking him to relieve his pent-up desires; he was clearly a steadfast and good man.

No matter, the shrine maiden thought to herself, the little shrine maiden would probably be finished in the next day or two. At that time, she would take her by force and give the little shrine maiden a good workout.

After finishing, give her a thorough training session. From then on, there will be no rest time. If the little witch has any grievances, she will be thoroughly vented until she has no temper left.

Having single-handedly defeated the duo of femme fatales who brought ruin to the country, the shrine maiden was now bursting with confidence. Even the combination of Tamamo-no-Mae and Bao Si was no match for her. This mere little shrine maiden would probably be crying and begging her to go out and have some fun after a few days of training.

Having secretly set her goal in mind, the shrine maiden continued to enjoy being fed by the little priestess with a clear conscience, while asking:

"By the way, Chiyo, do you know that vengeful spirit? I think I heard it call your name."

Upon hearing this, Chiyo, who was happily eating, froze, and everyone's eyes instantly turned to her.

"So, it seems I did hear what the other person said at the end, but it was too far away to hear clearly. Xiangzi, did you hear it clearly?"

Hanayama Haru recalled that the last vengeful spirit seemed to have said something, and it seemed to have quite a background.

"No, I didn't hear what they said either." Xiangzi adjusted her glasses and smiled apologetically.

"But I do recognize that vengeful spirit. It should be the famous singer Sato Yoshikiyo, right? I never imagined that the singer who faced death so openly would become a vengeful spirit."

Wandering aimlessly in this world.

She seemed somewhat sentimental, but her words were met with a nod of agreement from Hanayama Haru.

"I don't know you, I don't remember you, maybe you misheard me."

Chiyo shook her head vigorously, saying very sincerely that she really didn't recognize the person. Who would remember something from so long ago? Although the other person did call out her name, she really didn't remember who it was.

"Really? Maybe I really misheard."

Jingu casually brushed the topic aside, which left Chiyo feeling a little uncomfortable.

It's that feeling where your secret is about to be revealed, and you're even a little bit mentally prepared, or even have a sense of relief after the exposure.

When the other person suddenly changes their mind and stops talking about it, the feeling of wanting to vent is instantly interrupted, which is a bit upsetting.

"Lord Jingu, please don't tease people like this."

Suga used a spoon to plug Jingu's mouth.

"That's going too far, like teasing a dog."

No, what you said might be even more offensive.

"If you really heard something, why doesn't Lord Jingu just say it?" Suga Ai glanced at Chiyo.

The girl scratched her head, looking somewhat conflicted, and said, "I really don't remember him, but he must have seen me before, probably before he hid in the mountains."

Chiyo turned to look at Haru and Kaori, hesitating whether she should say these things in front of them.

"Go ahead and tell me. Do you think you can keep it a secret forever? It probably won't be long before your story is out in the open."

Jingu took a bite of the fruit the little shrine maiden offered him, his tone filled with nonchalance.

"You were sent to Tokyo, and the vengeful spirit you encountered today happens to know you. Don't you think that's a coincidence?"

"Even the fact that you were taken to the sixth day of bliss in the beginning may have been premeditated. It's just that we don't know whether it was you or me who were being plotted against."

Chiyo looked somewhat surprised. It wasn't that she had never thought about these things, but she was happier living without thinking about them. She thought Jingu was like her.

"Then you still..."

Chiyo recalled her life at the shrine these past few days. It seemed that the shrine had never mentioned this matter, and had simply treated her as an ordinary tool to be used.

"Because it doesn't matter, let them do whatever they want. There's a saying that goes like that."

Jingu leaned back against the window, a slight smile playing on his lips, as if he had thought of something interesting.

"Those who harbor treacherous intentions will have their fates altered; how can dogs and donkeys be considered supreme beings?"

"It is true that intelligence is the most powerful weapon for mankind, but for us, relying too much on intelligence only proves our own weakness."

"Just as a truly powerful person wouldn't bother to make excuses for themselves, a person who eats fish and meat every day wouldn't feel heartache over a few grains of rice at the bottom of their bowl."

"The more it hides its true colors and schemes, the more it demonstrates its own weakness."

"so,"

Jingu turned to look at Chiyo, smiling confidently, but with the boy's face, it gave people the feeling that this was how he should smile. His smile was spirited, but it also gave people a sense of security.

Why be afraid of a weakling who's hiding his true intentions and plotting against you?

If he were to guard against and retaliate against each of these underhanded schemes, he would probably have to unleash the Great Western King mode and destroy everything.

It's impossible for people to stop talking about each other behind their backs, and the same goes for all sorts of behind-the-scenes schemes and plots. As long as you're out of sight, they'll naturally try to take advantage of you.

Instead of constantly thinking about how to prevent these things, it's better to stay true to yourself and do what you believe is right.

Chapter 75 I am your ancestor

After listening to Jingu's words, Chiyo seemed to understand some things, yet also seemed to not understand some things. It was rather difficult to ask an old relic who had been out of touch with human society for so long to think about these things.

But in short, it means she shouldn't think too much about it, right?

"I understand." Chiyo solemnly put down her chopsticks and faced the direction of Haru and Kaori.

"I'm really sorry for keeping this from you after working together so many times."

"Actually... I am your ancestor. You can call me 'Grand Ancestor' from now on."

"Snapped!"

Hanayama Haru, who was enjoying her meal, suddenly dropped her bowl. "What did you say? Ancestor?" Kaori coughed violently, nearly choking on her food.

Hanayama Haru didn't remember Jingu mentioning Chiyo's specific background to her. Wasn't it always said that she sold herself to him to pay off her debts?

Hanayama Haru's face was full of disbelief, but Chiyo's expression was so serious that she couldn't help but believe it.

“My surname is Fujiwara, and Fujiwara no Fuhito is my father.”

Chiyo casually dropped a bombshell: Jingu and the little shrine maiden weren't too bothered by the surname, but Hanayama Haru was a different story.

"Wait, wait a minute! Fujiwara no Bubi? Didn't he only have four daughters? How can you prove you really are?"

Some of the shocked Hanayama Haru were hesitant to believe Chiyo's words, not because they didn't believe her, but because they were afraid to.

There are four major surnames in Yingzhou: Minamoto, Taira, Fujiwara, and Tachibana. It can be said that the vast majority of nobles and nobles in Yingzhou came from these four surnames, with the Fujiwara family being the most numerous.

The five existing regent families and nine Qinghua families all originated from the Fujiwara lineage. However, the people who originally had the surname Fujiwara had almost all died out. It wasn't until the Meiji period that some people were forced to change their surname to Fujiwara, but they had no relation to the Fujiwara clan.

If Chiyo is indeed Fujiwara no Fuhito's daughter, then what position should she be placed in? How should the families that branched off from the Fujiwara clan treat her?

We can't just enshrine Chiyo in a shrine like we did with the ancestral deity Ame-no-Ya-no-Mikoto, can we? And it seems the trouble doesn't end there; if Chiyo only survived because she fell into demonhood...

The thought of all the problems that would arise if this matter were exposed sent chills down Hanayama Haru's spine.

Faced with Hanayama Haru's questioning, Chiyo thought for a moment and was also a little troubled. There were no ID cards or blood tests in her time... Not to mention whether she could still do it now, even if she could, nearly a thousand years had passed, and no results would be found.

The age-old question: How do you prove that you are yourself?

"Is this question even relevant? Neither of you will spread it, whether you believe it or not, but someone will spread it anyway, so whether it's true or false is meaningless to you."

Jingu casually remarked that it was pointless to dwell on whether Chiyo was real or fake, since fake could become real and real could become fake; it all depended on what people said.

"makes sense."

Hanayama Haru calmed down a bit. What she needed to think about now was: who was doing this? And what were they plotting? Her legs under the table started shaking again.

Jingu looked at Hanayama-in Haru, who was clearly getting anxious, and smiled helplessly. So humans are always worrying about things that are beyond their control.

"Alright, you can say whatever you want to say, don't worry about anything else. As for you..."

Jingu glanced at Chiyo, and the strange look in his eyes made Chiyo a little scared. She put her hands on her chest, which was not very fleshy.

"W-What are you doing?"

"I just want to remind you not to think you can run away just because you have a powerful background. You're still just a maid. The clothes that burned today are very expensive."

The shrine maiden was speechless. What was there to protect about that little bit of meat? She had already seen it; he was not even half as good as her little shrine maiden. Did he look like someone who liked to eat pancakes?

We should at least eat it both ways, one for the poor and one for the rich, and combine them. Eating the pancake alone is too dry and makes you choke.

"Tch, I know, you're so stingy."

She is not the same person she was a few days ago. She now knows that prostitution is illegal in modern society, and there is no such thing as a job that only provides food and lodging without paying wages.

A heartless, unscrupulous slave owner who abducts innocent young girls; an evil alien from Niuzi.

Chiyo cursed Jingu silently in her heart, but said something perfunctory.

It's just going back to do laundry, sweep the floor, and make the bed. Can't you find an ordinary person to do this? She's not a dead person, is this how you're supposed to use her?

Jingu didn't mention asking the girl how she became immortal, and although Hanayama Haru had some questions, the shock she received was enough that she subconsciously didn't ask about it.

In short, after the topic that only the little witch didn't care about ended, everyone had their own thoughts and quickly finished their meal and left.

"Here, go back first, and buy some clothes while you're at it."

The little shrine maiden generously pulled out several large bills from her wallet and gave them to Chiyo. Hanayama-in Haru was so distracted that she even forgot to take the others home.

After sending Chiyo away, only Suga and Jingu remained. Jingu was unsure about the little shrine maiden's mood these past few days and wondered what she was planning to do.

"Lord Jingu, since we have some rare time, why don't you accompany Ai to stroll around some more?"

Faced with the girl's invitation, Jingu could not possibly refuse. He didn't have any Kingdom Tears to play with, so how could he possibly refuse?

The two strolled through the streets of Tokyo. The little shrine maiden always kept a distance from the shrine maiden, walking ahead with her hands behind her back, swaying as if inviting the shrine maiden.