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

You weren't surprised by this outcome.

Few people can remember the circumstances of their birth.

After all, even you yourself don't remember what happened on the day you were born.

You realize that it's unlikely you can get to the bottom of things using Minamoto no Yorimitsu's memories.

But don't be nervous—it's just one of your tactics.

【You have other ideas.】

"Lai Guang, can you close your eyes for a moment?"

"Ok."

In response to his former master, Minamoto no Yorimitsu slowly closed his eyes.

Picking up the moistened brush, Ian gently wrote words on her cheek with water.

This is not just simple text.

Instead, it was disguised as a cursed seal in a waka poem.

After writing all the long and short verses, Ian, as an Onmyoji, can use them to know what Minamoto no Yorimitsu is carrying.

This is a Yin-Yang technique that should not have been used.

After all, there is a balance between profit and loss, and even the most powerful Onmyoji cannot change this law.

But for her, Ian was willing to pay a price—such as a portion of his lifespan.

of course.

This is far from the end of his life.

He can't afford to get into trouble now, or Minamoto no Yorimitsu will be a widow.

Clear water dripped onto Minamoto no Yorimitsu's delicate cheeks and then flowed down his facial features.

Under Ian's control, they eventually took on a stable appearance, as if they were ink stains on paper.

After writing so intently for a while, Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke in a low voice.

"Master, may I make a request?"

"Yes, Lai Guang, speak."

“It’s just—” Minamoto no Yorimitsu kept his eyes tightly shut, showing no sign of opening them.

"Could you read them aloud when you're writing waka poems?"

"It's a little lonely that my wedding night is so quiet."

"..."

You suddenly realize you've forgotten something.

Tonight is indeed the best day for you to uncover the fate of Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

But at the same time, this was also one of the most memorable moments of her life.

Although she doesn't mind being the paper you write on, that doesn't mean she has no desires.

You've decided to slightly change your plans.

You clearly understand that you must give her a memorable wedding night to fulfill your responsibility.

"no problem."

Ian replied with a smile.

"If you're afraid of loneliness, Raikou, I'll sing a song for you."

Men naturally understand this kind of thing.

Therefore, it is not a problem at all to write and recite at the same time.

In order to make Minamoto no Yorimitsu less nervous.

Ian even adjusted his tone of voice to make it sound more soothing than usual.

"Master, you are truly a refined person."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu, with his eyes closed, praised it thus while writing on the desk.

"Even under these circumstances, one can still firmly grasp the rhythm of the waka poem."

"That's all because of you, Raikou."

"My reason?"

"Hmm... Without beautiful scenery, how can one be in the mood to compose a song?"

Ian picked up the brush, his gaze following her face down to her cheek.

The most uneven part of the paper is right in front of you.

"Lai Guang, I'm going to continue."

"Okay, Master."

Upon hearing Minamoto no Yorimitsu's response, Ian lowered his head, grasped the uneven part of the paper, and gently stroked it.

The sweet aroma soon filled the air.

Moreover, compared to before, Ian could clearly feel the abundance contained within this moment.

When traveling, there's probably no need to worry about not finding a water source anymore.

"Lai Guang, are you still working on this?"

"Yes, Master."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's face flushed slightly, but his tone remained as gentle as ever.

"Since I promised you, I would 'nurture' your memories."

"Then no matter how troublesome the problem is, I will take action to solve it."

"so--"

"Please do not be surprised by this, Master."

"I understand."

Ian didn't pursue the matter any further.

However, he knew very well that he had to make Minamoto no Yorimitsu feel more involved.

The wedding night should not be taken lightly.

The source of the sweet water was gently unearthed by the great Yin-Yang Master.

The beauty flowing down from the high mountains lingered on her pale skin.

The bristles of the writing brush were submerged in the Runhe River.

This is a beautiful mountain view.

Snow was used instead of water.

Ian continued reciting waka, his pen moving with a graceful cadence.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's complexion grew increasingly rosy.

The slight upturn of his lips signified that the martial artist's heart was completely immersed in this sweet and intimate moment.

As the song began, the brush moved swiftly.

The white Xuan paper carried a sweet, clan-like fragrance, which even made the air of the wedding night seem more misty.

pause.

The tip of the brush hesitated in the indentation of the warrior's abdomen.

"Lai Guang, can you still accept this?"

"no problem."

"Please continue, Master."

The brushstrokes swept across the four directions.

The Great Onmyoji's waka poem is now down to its last song.

In a short while, the spell will be tested on Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

"Lai Guang, it's almost over."

Ian said that.

"Is that so?" Minamoto no Yorimitsu still seemed a little unsatisfied.

"I thought you were going to write all night, Master."

"That's not true."

"No matter how good a poem is, it must have an ending."

Ian picked up the brush and dipped it in water once more.

This time, the place where the waka poem was written was a sliver of sky on rice paper.

The Yin-Yang Master's chanting began, and the bristles of the bamboo brush seeped into every corner of the left side of the Xuan paper.

Disturbance;

Lift it open.

The brush sank into the gaps of the newly opened Xuan paper, appearing somewhat sluggish.

Ian didn't say much, but silently added a little more force and pulled it out.

He reached out and stroked Origami Yorimitsu's hair, then asked softly:

“Raikō, this waka poem might be a bit long.”

“Master, I know… No matter what, I will accompany you to finish writing the waka.”