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

"Okay, I see."

The Great Onmyoji no longer hesitated.

The strokes of the pen became increasingly vigorous.

The bamboo pen, wet with water, was gradually stripped of its bristles by Jinkou, and the warrior's body trembled along with it.

Her fair hands gripped the edge of the desk, her face flushed with embarrassment.

But she didn't say a word more because of this, nor did she complain at all.

To be able to become a sheet of Xuan paper in his hands on our wedding night is already the most beautiful moment of my dream coming true.

Just then, Ian's voice came through.

"Raikou, if you really want to make a sound, but don't know what to say—"

"Then let's sing a waka together."

"Eh...is that okay?"

“Of course.” Ian smiled slightly. “This poem was written for you, so it naturally resonates with your voice.”

"I...I understand!"

On their wedding night, the couple recited a waka poem about objects.

One person recites the lyrics, while another composes the music.

All emotions are hidden in the interplay of these two elements, until they are fully expressed in the writing.

The song ended;

The sound ended.

Ian loosened his grip on the brush in his hand.

next moment.

Water lilies burst forth and bloom in the clear moonlight, their delicate fragrance permeating the quiet night.

There was a snap.

The calligraphy brush fell to the ground and lay quietly in the lake reflecting the crescent moon.

This was Minamoto no Yorimitsu's most dedicated chanting performance.

Her proud breasts rose and fell slightly, and hot breaths escaped from her lips.

But Ian's mind was on something else entirely.

That is an invalid waka poem.

The "waka poem" did not take effect.

This means that even if you pay the price of your lifespan, you will not be able to see what she is carrying.

What exactly was touched that caused it to turn into this state?

You realize that the 'thought' rooted in the Minamoto clan might be Minamoto no Yorimitsu himself.

You know this isn't a good thing.

But you will never run away.

"Master." Minamoto no Yorimitsu's slightly breathless voice came through.

"Was my performance this time acceptable?"

"..."

Ian knew he shouldn't tell Minamoto no Yorimitsu what he was thinking.

At least--

This shouldn't have been done on her anticipated wedding night.

"Lai Guang, I am very satisfied."

"The waka poems you composed are truly beautiful and full of vitality."

"And now—"

Ian walked up to Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

On the desk, she saw the magical artifact hovering over her face.

No further words needed.

Feeling the warmth flowing down his cheek, Minamoto no Yorimitsu, with his eyes closed, felt an overwhelming sense of happiness.

Because this is the wedding night she wanted.

A night that I could spend with him without any constraints.

This will be the most unforgettable time in her memory.

You had a wonderful evening.

You have officially become Minamoto no Yorimitsu's husband.

Having accepted all of this, Minamoto no Mitsunaka began to use his power to pave a path for his daughter's entry into officialdom.

And Minamoto no Yorimitsu certainly lived up to expectations.

She followed in her father's footsteps, cultivating a close relationship with the Fujiwara clan, a courtier.

As her husband, you also rose rapidly in rank, becoming a well-known figure in Heian-kyo.

The harmonious relationship between you and Minamoto no Yorimitsu is widely known in Kyoto and has even been turned into a folk song.

[And the waka poem you composed on your wedding night was highly praised by the nobles.]

But whether it's you or Minamoto no Yorimitsu, what you miss most is the wonderful time spent slaying demons.

However, the ghosts of Kyoto have long since scattered and vanished because of your name, leaving no trace.

You can only reminisce about the past in your spare time, then look at each other and give each other a knowing smile.

Several years passed just like that.

Just when you thought everything would continue peacefully, things took a new turn.

A boy named Watanabe no Tsuna appeared on the streets of Kyoto.

He was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

But he kept repeating a phrase that Ian and Minamoto no Yorimitsu both missed dearly.

"I want to kill the demons," the boy said.

119. The Boy Named Watanabe no Tsuna (4,000-word chapter)

This is a very horrifying scene.

A boy covered in blood staggered through the streets of Kyoto.

It would be perfectly understandable if anyone felt afraid upon seeing him like this.

But no one dared to go up and stop him.

The reason is simple—

The young man in front of me was exuding a murderous aura.

Walking the streets of Kyoto, he resembled a walking corpse.

But the chill in his eyes was something that shouldn't be present in someone his age.

Some people panicked.

Some people remained rational.

"Quickly! Go tell Lord Abe that he has experience in this kind of thing!"

"That's right! I'll go now!"

You soon learned about the boy.

[Minamoto no Yorimitsu was still handling official business at this moment.]

You decide to go alone to investigate what's going on.

After all, you're quite sensitive to the words "slaying ghosts."

Ian went out onto the street alone.

The boy's figure was not hard to find—after all, when many people are paying attention to the same person, the rest will soon notice him as well.

But it has to be said.

His appearance was indeed a bit frightening.

Beneath the bloodstains was a tattered and torn garment.

The exposed skin was covered with large sections of claw marks.

It's fair to say that the fact that someone like him can still stand here is nothing short of a miracle.

Ian could sense that the boy before him harbored some powerful ambition.

He walked up to the boy, drawing everyone's attention.

"What's wrong with you?" Ian asked.

"..."

The boy slowly raised his head, his red eyes staring at the man in front of him who was much taller than him.

His muscles were trembling all over as he managed to squeeze out a few words.

"Teach me to kill demons. If you can't do it, don't stop me."

"..."

Ian did not move aside.