In the world of Type-Moon, it all begins with becoming Morgan's husband!

She said this as she felt the warm and cold water mingling together.

“You have been wandering outside for a long enough time.”

"If you don't mind, perhaps you should stop for a while and leave some traces of yourself."

"..."

“Lai Guang.” Ian looked at her as she touched the top of the log cabin.

Do you know what that sentence means?

"I know."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu replied with a slight smile.

"For me, being able to become a recorder of my master's past is also a way to show my 'respect'."

"..."

Ian did not give a direct answer to Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

But a non-resistant attitude is more powerful than a response.

The water rippled once again as the martial artist's fingers danced across the surface.

The towel floated to the surface.

The Great Yin-Yang Master's magical artifacts have been mastered amidst both cold and heat.

Heaven and earth merge and converge in one place.

The interplay of black and white breaks the calm surface of the water.

All the results were reflected on Minamoto no Yorimitsu's face, clear yet full of tenderness.

She closed her eyes and felt the flow coming from the bottom of the water.

Until they slid down her slightly flushed cheeks;

Until they hang from the chin and the silk threads emerge;

Until they dripped onto the water and transformed into blooming flowers.

"Master."

With his eyes closed, Minamoto no Yorimitsu spoke with a hint of joy at fulfilling his promise.

"So you still have some expectations for this world, don't you?"

“I can feel all of this—so please don’t deny your own thoughts.”

"You are a person worthy of respect, how can you be holed up in a dilapidated house?"

Ian looked at Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who had no complaints and was even somewhat pleased, and remained silent.

After a long while, he asked again:

"Yakou."

"Do you really want to learn the so-called demon-slaying technique from me?"

"of course."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu answered with his eyes closed and utmost respect.

"My longing for my master is now crystal clear, isn't it?"

"I understand."

Ian touched the hand of Origin Raikou.

"So--"

"Wait with me tonight."

"Before I leave here, I must do something more for the people of this village."

"And you will see what you need."

112. Minamoto no Yorimitsu's First Demon Slayer! (4,000-word chapter)

Having learned Minamoto no Yorimitsu's true intentions, you decide to assist her in learning the demon-slaying techniques she desires.

But before that, you have some things to do.

This concerns your attitude towards life from now on.

You returned from the riverbank to the house that had just been renovated.

Click.

Ian struck a match.

The oil lamp inside the room was lit.

The warm yellow light filled the entire room, covering everything it touched with a thin veil.

"Lai Guang, I'll ask you one last time."

Ian looked at the female warrior sitting in front of him.

"Do you really want to learn the art of slaying demons?"

"Let me warn you first—once you embark on this path of fighting against demons and ghosts, there will be no chance to stop."

“All ghosts have their own paths to cross. If you kill one, you will inevitably encounter a second and a third. You cannot sit down and rest until all your karmic obstacles are cleared.”

Even so, do you still wish to learn the art of slaying demons?

"Master."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at the man before him, his purple eyes filled with determination.

“I think I have already shown my thoughts—I will never stop for the sake of the clan.”

"Also, please don't forget."

"Before becoming such a hunter, I will first be a warrior."

"..."

You sensed the overflowing determination in Minamoto no Yorimitsu's heart.

You know she's not joking with you.

[The Great Onmyoji has been upgraded to Great Onmyoji+: Although you are eccentric and difficult to track down, you were still moved by Minamoto no Yorimitsu's piety.]

You plan to inscribe your Onmyoji blessing upon her.

"Yakou."

Ian sat down in front of Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

"Show off your breasts."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Minamoto no Yorimitsu was taken aback—after all, she had never expected Ian to make such a request.

However, she soon noticed that there was absolutely no lustful thought in the other person's eyes.

On the contrary, undressing seemed to be a troublesome thing for him.

After much deliberation, she decided to do as instructed.

"I understand."

Under Ian's gaze, Minamoto no Yorimitsu began to undress with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Her tender white shoulders were slowly revealed under the other person's gaze, until her proud curves were also displayed, making everything ambiguous and unbearable.

only--

Ian's expression seemed completely devoid of any other thoughts.

He gazed at it all as if he were gazing at a landscape.

He picked up the landscape painting from one side, then looked at Minamoto no Yorimitsu and said coldly;

"It might hurt a little afterward."

"but--"

"I hope you can bear with it."

"I understand, Master."

"Hmm." Ian nodded. "That's good."

After saying this, he took out the dagger that had easily blocked Minamoto no Yorimitsu's weapon earlier.

Holding that proud object in his hands, the Great Onmyoji gently brushed the slightly sharp tip of the blade across the corner of his mouth, staining it with a little blood.

then--

He then used the blood-stained tip of his blade to gently trace lines across Minamoto no Yorimitsu's pale chest.

Just as mentioned at the beginning, this is a painful process.

But Minamoto no Yorimitsu knew he shouldn't have any complaints.

After all, getting this great Onmyoji to take action was already quite an achievement.

[You have officially become Minamoto no Yorimitsu's teacher; she always believes you implicitly.]

You are not doing this out of lust, but to leave your mark on her.

That's your unique Onmyoji seal.

The person who obtains this item has essentially received your promise of protection.

The final arc was drawn on Minamoto no Yorimitsu's skin.

Ian wiped the blood off her and helped her put her clothes back on.

"Ah."