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"I think you might have some misunderstanding about the identity of an Onmyoji."

"Indeed, Onmyoji can indeed foresee calamities and predict disasters, and they can also come into contact with all kinds of demons and gods."

"But that doesn't mean we know how to kill ghosts."

"So if you intend to learn about this, I think it would be better to seek out a more knowledgeable person."

"Do not."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu shook his head with unwavering resolve.

“I absolutely do not think so.”

"Your deeds are renowned in Heian-kyo, how could you possibly not know the art of slaying demons?"

"It's all talk and no action." Ian smiled slightly.

"Of all those stories, has anyone actually seen me kill a demon?"

"I think there aren't any?"

"..."

Ian's words silenced Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

Just like what he said.

Although many stories about the man in front of us killing demons circulate in Heian-kyo, they are only "circulated" at this level.

No one actually witnessed this great Onmyoji killing demons.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's silence made Ian realize that she could not refute it.

He stood up and, bathed in moonlight, began to speak:

"So, Ms. Minamoto no Yorimitsu, please leave."

"I am not the person who meets your requirements."

"And thank you for your hospitality tonight."

You have left this mountain.

You walk towards your home under the moonlight.

You feel a gaze constantly fixed on you from behind.

You know that Minamoto no Yorimitsu is still following you.

"Ms. Minamoto no Yorimitsu."

Ian turned around.

"There's really no need for you to follow me anymore."

“I can’t teach you how to kill demons—instead of wasting so much time on me, you should go and explore other possibilities in this world.”

"I think that with your dedication to spending months on the same thing, you will eventually be rewarded."

"Do not."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu answered almost without hesitation.

"If I were just going to find anyone to teach me, I wouldn't leave the capital."

"What I'm looking for is a great Onmyoji like you—only you meet my requirements."

"But I've already said I can't satisfy you, haven't I?"

"No, you just feel that I don't respect you enough and are unwilling to teach me."

"..."

[You realize that your compassion just now caused Minamoto no Yorimitsu to have a misconception.]

She seems to blame everything on her own lack of 'respect' for you.

You really want to correct all of this.

But seeing Minamoto no Yorimitsu's eyes, brighter than the moon, you realize that it's unlikely you can change her mind anytime soon.

Ian sighed.

"Then it's up to you."

"I just hope you won't feel like you've wasted your time."

"in addition--"

"You've been following me around like this for......"

"Oh... Master, you asked about that?"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu shook the bow in his hand and then flaunted the fur coat on his body.

“Master, as the saying goes, ‘Obtained things should be returned to their rightful owner.’”

"Since you lent me the bow and arrows and the fur coat, then according to common sense, I should return them to your residence intact."

"Besides -"

"The moon is high tonight, I think you wouldn't mind letting me stay the night?"

"..."

Ian looked at Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

“I said, a woman like you staying overnight at a strange man’s house will cause a lot of gossip.”

"I know."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu met Ian's gaze without flinching.

"But I don't care."

That's all the words said.

Ian knew he couldn't possibly refuse Minamoto no Yorimitsu's request to stay overnight.

"Well."

"Why don't you stay here for the night?"

"However—I hope you won't regret it."

"I have absolutely no regrets."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu was very pleased.

She followed closely behind you.

She returned to where you lived with you.

To be honest, this should have been a situation that was absolutely avoided.

Having a beautiful woman follow you home at night would certainly be the perfect topic of conversation.

But you're not worried at all.

Because you know your poverty will allow you to avoid all of this.

You've arrived home.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu could hardly believe what he was seeing.

All she could see in her eyes was a house that was extremely dilapidated.

The windows that should have been there have all disappeared, leaving only a wooden frame to tell the story of their original purpose and location.

The tatami mats on the floor were worn unevenly by footsteps, making them look messy.

If you look closely, you might even find reeds sticking up from below.

The corner of the wall was covered with cobwebs, and the corpses and remains of small insects were stuck to them, looking somewhat dried out.

The roof had a large hole, which was simply covered up with some dry grass.

Moonlight shone through a gap, illuminating the quilt below.

The tattered pillow lay quietly in the darkness beside me.

A damp, gloomy smell permeated the small space, making it particularly pungent.

Is this a place where one person can live?

Minamoto no Yorimitsu frowned deeply, and even breathing became somewhat difficult.

Ian's voice rang out at that moment.

"Ms. Minamoto no Yorimitsu, seeing this scene, you should know that I am not as capable as you imagine, right?"

"If we put down the bow and fur now and leave, we should be able to get out of Kawaguchi by dawn."

"In that case, you've only wasted one day."

Ian thought that this would ruthlessly shatter Minamoto no Yorimitsu's illusions.

But to his surprise, after hearing these words, the other party not only did not give up, but became even more proactive.

"Do not."

"I do not go."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu hung the bow on a nail on the wall, then took off his fur coat, folded it, and placed it on a table to the side.

She looked around and finally chose a place that looked relatively clean.

She brushed off the dust and then sat down.

"Master, I'm tired, I should rest."

"So--"

Good night, may we both have sweet dreams.

With those words in mind, Minamoto no Yorimitsu actually leaned against the wall and fell asleep without any warning.

Seeing this, Ian sighed.