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

Although he didn't understand Ian's purpose, Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't doubt his orders.

She bit into the rice rope he needed for his meals.

The warrior's face;

Desserts are also a staple.

Then--

It was the same old teacher-student interaction.

As Minamoto no Yorimitsu slightly raised his body, the shoji screen became damp, and then several pure white flowers sprouted from it.

She felt a mixture of shame at her vulnerability in front of Ian and pleasure at the demands he made of her.

At least for now.

Only he and I have ever tried this kind of thing, right?

At that moment, Ian's voice rang out.

"Yakou."

"Let me remind you of something—the essence of an Onmyoji is not to 'create' something, but to 'control' something."

"We can't create something that doesn't exist."

"on the contrary--"

“If something exists, we can often find the possibility of controlling it using the Five Elements.”

Wow.

In the windless corridor, the oil lamps went out one by one.

Several warm-colored flames appeared in Ian's hands.

He walked up to the white flower drawn by Minamoto no Yorimitsu and reached out his hand toward it.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

There was no sign of burning where the flames touched the shoji door.

Only the pale white on top was being baked until it slowly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

The room was filled with a sweet, slightly intoxicating aroma.

Under Minamoto no Yorimitsu's shy gaze, Ian walked back to her and held the flames aloft on her chest.

The rice rope broke.

With a flick of his wrist, Ian caused the flames to vanish without a trace.

The oil lamp lit up again.

The great Onmyoji looked at his apprentice and removed the broken rice rope for her.

"Lai Guang, take me to your father."

I want him to know—

"The Onmyoji you have found is the most outstanding person in the world."

115. My surname is Abe (4,000-word chapter)

[Minamoto no Yorimitsu seems a little incredulous at what you just said.]

After all, in her mind, you shouldn't be so willing to admit to the identity of a Grand Onmyoji.

She realized you must have thought of something she didn't know.

But you didn't actually have that thought.

"Yakou."

After Ian helped his apprentice put on the kimono, he gently took her warm hand in his.

"You don't need to think too much."

"I simply feel that your actions should be recognized."

“Even your father should be an exception.”

"But--"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked somewhat hesitant.

"My father isn't an easy person to talk to, I'm worried that you might..."

“If I were really afraid of not being able to communicate, I wouldn’t have said it so directly.”

Ian gently placed Minamoto no Yorimitsu's hand on the spot on her chest where her Onmyoji seal was engraved.

"Yakou."

"Now that I have left my mark on you, from this day forward, you are my disciple."

"There's no reason why a master could remain calm after his disciple has been rejected, is there?"

"If that's the case, it would be an insult to myself."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's eyes trembled slightly, and then he added in a low voice.

“Master, it’s not just a matter of master and disciple.”

"You are still my temporary—"

"I know."

Ian pressed Minamoto no Yorimitsu's hand onto her chest until a very obvious indentation of five fingers was made on the soft surface.

"Considering that commitment, we should act even more."

"Lai Guang, is this correct?"

"I understand."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu blushed slightly and then nodded.

"Master, please wait a little while."

"Father has not returned yet."

"Until then, please rest comfortably on my legs."

You did not refuse Minamoto no Yorimitsu's offer to use your leg as a pillow.

You lay down.

She also enjoys providing you with this kind of enjoyment.

This contact seemed to her to be a rare and precious compliment.

"Master, I feel like I'm still in the village."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu stroked Ian's cheek as he spoke with a touch of nostalgia.

“It seems you really like that place, Lai Guang,” Ian replied. “If you have time, go back and visit again.”

"Do not."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu shook his head.

"The most beautiful things should always be kept in our memories."

"That way, every time I recall it, it will feel the same."

"If we get too close, that dreamlike beauty will be lost."

"is it?"

Ian stroked Minamoto no Yorimitsu's long, flowing hair.

“Lai Guang, what you said is indeed correct—but unfortunately, I cannot understand it.”

"Can't understand?"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at Ian lying on his lap, a hint of curiosity appearing in his purple eyes.

Why can't you understand?

"Because I have no memories of the past," Ian stated frankly.

"This……"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu frowned slightly, then smiled gently.

"That's alright."

"If there were no memories—"

"From now on, please let me 'nurture' the memories of Master like a mother."

"Laiguang, do you want me to think of you whenever I reminisce about the past?"

"Our master found out."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu gently stroked his hair, his affection as tender as water.

"However, I don't think there's anything wrong with this idea."

"……Too."

A sound came from the corridor.

A figure appeared outside the door.

"Miss Lai Guang, the master is back."

He is a servant.

"Yes, I understand," Minamoto no Yorimitsu said calmly to the servant outside the door. "You may leave now."

After confirming that the servant had completely left, Ian spoke: