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

In the evening, you and Minamoto no Yorimitsu boarded the prepared carriage and left the village along the country road.

Tap tap.

The horse's hooves first rise and then fall, moving forward continuously in this manner.

Ian and Minamoto no Yorimitsu sat in the covered back compartment, moving forward with the horses.

The slanting rays of the setting sun fell upon the two of them, as if draping them in a crimson veil.

"Master, we're finally leaving."

"Ah."

"..."

"..."

Perhaps not wanting the journey to remain so dull, Ian spoke again:

"Lai Guang, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong with me?"

“Hmm.” Ian nodded.

"After leaving the village, I felt like something was off. Did I leave something behind there?"

"Eh?"

Upon hearing Ian's words, Minamoto no Yorimitsu immediately shook his head.

"Nothing."

“I have already checked the items that my master and I are taking with us, and we did not leave anything behind.”

"really?"

Ian turned his head to look at his apprentice beside him.

"But your current state is clearly not like that."

"Although lying is one of your options, I will get angry if I find out about it and you don't admit it."

"..."

He knew he couldn't hide it from Ian anymore.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu nodded, and then spoke:

"Master, I do have a few questions I'd like to ask you."

"Go ahead, what's the problem?"

"that is--"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu stared directly at Ian before him, a hint of hesitation flickering in his purple eyes.

"How have you viewed the way the villagers address us over the past month or so, Master?"

"...I didn't pay much attention to it."

"Didn't pay much attention?"

“Yes.” Ian looked at his hands. “After all, setting up a barrier for such a large village is no easy task, and my attention was focused on that.”

"That's it..."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu lowered his head, looking somewhat disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Master, I was being rude."

"..."

“Lai Guang, raise your head,” Ian commanded. “If you start avoiding my gaze, I can’t continue teaching you this demon-slaying technique.”

"after all--"

If you hold anything back from me, then I can only hold nothing back from you in return.

[Minamoto no Yorimitsu probably realized that you seemed a little angry.]

She immediately looked up at you.

You noticed a subtle change in her gaze.

"Lai Guang, if you have any thoughts, say them now."

Ian said directly.

"..."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu remained silent for a long while before slowly speaking.

"Master——"

“Over the past month, I’ve been very happy to have been mistaken for someone else by the villagers.”

"So I'd like to know, Master, would you mind being called that from now on?"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu stared directly at Ian.

Obviously.

She wanted to decide whether to say what she was going to say based on Ian's reaction.

"Fortunately."

“At least I don’t mind,” Ian answered Minamoto no Yorimitsu’s question truthfully.

"Then Master—"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu moved a few steps closer to his master.

The fragrance emanating from her voluptuous body slowly drifted into Ian's nose.

Do you hate being taken care of by me as a partner?

[Minamoto no Yorimitsu's words were already quite straightforward.]

She really enjoys the feeling of being mistaken for a couple by the villagers when you're together.

And from her eyes, you could tell she hadn't asked that question on a whim.

She may have been thinking about this for the past month.

You realize this is a very important answer for both you and her.

This concerns whether the art of exorcising demons can continue to be taught.

"Yakou."

Are you sure this is your truest feeling?

Ian looked at her and asked this question.

"Do you believe that you must have this kind of identity to prevent you from wavering during the process of slaying demons?"

"..."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu thought for a moment before responding to Ian.

"I can't be sure if that's true either."

"But I really enjoy taking care of my master."

"However, upon calm reflection, it seems that this approach disregards Master's opinion."

"So let's make some minor modifications—"

"At least until Master has no one else he desires, let me temporarily take over this position."

Upon hearing this, Ian did not answer Minamoto no Yorimitsu directly, but instead brought up another matter.

"Lai Guang, do you remember asking me a question about tea porridge once?"

"Eh?!"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu blushed immediately upon being brought up this matter.

"Remember, remember."

Ian nodded, then reached out and touched the huge softness, stretching it into various shapes.

While Minamoto no Yorimitsu was blushing, he continued:

"actually--"

"I know that taste is because you added something of your own to the porridge."

"Now, I kind of miss it."

"Raikou, can I experience that feeling again?"

"..."

Just like his own sudden, impulsive act, this was a shameful order from his master.

However, Minamoto no Yorimitsu did not dislike it.

"I understand."

“Master, this is also one of the responsibilities I should fulfill in this role.”

The curtain of the van was drawn.

The soft moans of martial artists could be heard in the air.

She became a drinking vessel exclusively for her master.

And that taste was just as sweet as the tea porridge from back then.

The carriage continued on its way.

Several days later, you arrived in Heian-kyo.

The real trouble, however, is only just beginning.