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

"Ah, Lai Guang."

"It seems you anticipated that I would go to see your father."

"Nothing."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu, with his eyes closed and a faint smile on his face, replied:

"I just wanted to prepare all the possibilities that you, Master, need in advance."

Although I was slightly outmaneuvered by Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

But you don't dislike this feeling.

Because you know she meant no harm.

After a brief moment of tenderness, you both straightened your clothes.

You should go to where her father is.

have to say.

As the father of Minamoto no Yorimitsu, Minamoto no Mitsunaka was quite capable.

The fact that he could order foot soldiers to guard the vicinity of his room even in his own residence shows that he was a person of high status.

Such people are often not very humane when you get along with them.

For Ian, there is an additional pressure to bear.

That was the gaze directed at him by Minamoto no Yorimitsu beside him.

"My God, is that person crazy? How dare he hold the young lady's hand!"

"Shh... They say he's some kind of great Onmyoji, maybe he has some special privileges or something."

"A Grand Onmyoji? Isn't that the person the master hates the most?"

"Don't speak. What the young lady thinks is none of our business."

There are many similar rumors.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu had no problem with it—because she had already anticipated this situation when she initially planned to go out and seek out this legendary great Onmyoji.

Now she's only worried about whether Ian, who's beside her, will have any extreme reactions.

however--

When Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at Ian beside him, he found that Ian was much calmer than he had expected.

He even tried to comfort himself.

"Lai Guang, don't be afraid."

"As long as I'm here, there won't be any problems."

His fearless demeanor made it seem as if Minamoto no Yorimitsu was the one who had to face Minamoto no Mitsunaka.

Seeing him like this, Minamoto no Yorimitsu felt incredibly at ease.

Yes.

As long as he's there, what do I have to be afraid of?

You have arrived at the entrance to Minamoto no Manaka's room.

This place is several times larger than any room in the mansion.

[Clearly, this is a way for Minamoto no Mitsunaka to establish his authority.]

At the entrance stood two foot soldiers wielding silver halberds.

They stopped you and Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

"stop."

The two silver halberds clashed together, producing a crisp sound.

"This is General Minamoto no Manaka's residence. Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter!"

"it's me."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu stepped out from behind Ian.

"Tell my father that I have something important to discuss with him."

"..."

The two foot soldiers exchanged a glance and then nodded.

A few minutes later.

The foot soldier addressed the two people before him:

"Please come in."

"The general is waiting inside for the young lady, and..."

The foot soldiers glanced at Ian, unsure of what to call him.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu, on the other hand, took Ian's hand very proactively.

"He is my benefactor."

After saying this, she led Ian inside, under the watchful eyes of the two foot soldiers.

The interior of the room is even more luxurious than the exterior.

The ground was covered in gilded decorations, and picturesque landscapes were everywhere.

All the luxurious items that noble families could afford in this era are available here.

Even a single glance is enough to tell that the room's owner is either extremely wealthy or of high status.

Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to have this level of decoration.

But more than any of these things, there's one thing you care about.

Something is stabbing at you.

It was a sharp samurai sword.

The gleaming blade tip came to an abrupt stop in front of Ian.

The sharpest part is probably only a hair's breadth away from the eyeball.

The person who did these things was none other than Minamoto no Yorimitsu's biological father, Minamoto no Mitsunaka.

He was a martial artist who, although over fifty years old, still looked very healthy.

His brows and eyes held a spirit that rivaled that of a young man.

"Let go of my daughter's hand."

"..."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu was stunned for a moment before he realized what his father had done.

She released Ian's hand and then said:

"Father, what are you doing?!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Ian reached out and stopped his apprentice from making a ruckus.

He smiled slightly and said:

"General Minamoto no Mitsunaka, are you just joking with me?"

Upon hearing this, Minamoto no Manaka was silent for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Are you pretending to be calm?!"

“If my sword had penetrated just a little further, you would already be a corpse.”

"But you won't do that."

Ian remained calm.

"After all, if the people of Heian-kyo knew that you had killed an Onmyoji by attack, your reputation would be ruined."

"Besides -"

Ian looked at Minamoto no Yorimitsu beside him.

"I don't think you'd want your daughter to resent you for this, would you?"

"..."

[Just moments ago, Minamoto no Mitsuaki was laughing heartily, but suddenly his expression turned grim.]

You realize that what you just said completely hit the nail on the head.

This was clearly unacceptable to a general.

Minamoto no Manaka sheathed his sword.

He looked at the man in front of him, his tone full of dissatisfaction.

"Ah."

"So you're trying to show off your intelligence to my daughter?"

“No.” Ian shook his head.

“I don’t intend to do that.”

"Because I just wanted to tell you something."

Tell me something?

Yuan Manzhong's expression was solemn.

"what's up?"

"that is--"

"Your daughter, Minamoto no Yorimitsu, has found a sufficiently skilled Onmyoji. (Saki)"

"And that person was me."