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

After Minamoto no Yorimitsu finished speaking, the boy coughed.

This might be an opportunity for a conversation.

You and Minamoto no Yorimitsu exchanged a glance.

You realized that you had reached a consensus.

After confirming that the boy's safety was assured, you had everyone else leave the room.

Only the three of you remain on the light green tatami mat.

Ian said nothing.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu remained silent.

Both of them were waiting for the right opportunity to speak.

soon.

That's when the time came.

The boy slowly opened his eyes.

"Where is this..."

He looked at the space above him, appearing somewhat lost.

“This is the Genji residence,” Ian replied.

Upon hearing someone answer him, the boy instantly transformed into a different person.

He forced himself to sit up, then grabbed the broken blade beside him, looking extremely alert.

However, his gaze softened slightly after seeing Ian.

"You were just now..."

“Looks like you still remember me,” Ian replied with a smile.

"Yes."

"I'm the one who brought you back here."

"..."

Only after Ian pointed it out did the boy notice the bandages wrapped around his body.

He realized that the man in front of him had saved his life.

but--

Even after confirming this, the boy did not change his attitude.

He held the broken sword blade, looking at the two people in front of him with a complicated expression.

Those red eyes seemed to be saying something like, "You're not lying to me, are you?"

To be fair.

Ian felt that such a personality made communication somewhat difficult.

But Minamoto no Yorimitsu, who was standing to the side, did not seem to think so.

Seeing the other party's attitude, she was not discouraged at all; instead, she actively reached out to him.

She tentatively waved her hand, then smiled and said:

"Hello~"

"..."

The boy didn't say anything, he just kept staring at Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

The meaning conveyed through their brows was already quite clear.

"you are?"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu certainly understood this as well.

She responded quickly:

“I am Minamoto no Yorimitsu, and I am the owner of this mansion.”

"What about you? What's your name?"

"..."

The boy was silent for a moment, then responded softly.

“My name is Watanabe no Tsuna.”

“So it’s Watanabe no Tsuna…” Minamoto no Yorimitsu nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a very unusual name.”

"You are from?"

“From Jitian Township.”

"Is it that far?" Minamoto no Yorimitsu asked, somewhat surprised.

However, she quickly turned her surprise into admiration for Watanabe Tsuna.

"You're pretty impressive."

"To come all the way from so far away to Heian-kyo... is there some compelling reason for you to come?"

You seem to admire Minamoto no Yorimitsu's ability to communicate with younger generations.

If it were you, you probably wouldn't even have to ask this far.

She seems to have an innate ability to be approachable.

"I want to learn how to kill demons," said the boy who called himself Watanabe no Tsuna.

“I heard there is a very powerful Onmyoji in Kyoto… so I came here.”

Upon hearing the title of Great Onmyoji, Minamoto no Yorimitsu immediately looked at Ian beside him.

The entire Heian-kyo (Kyoto).

He is the only one who can live up to this title.

"Shouldn't there be a reason for killing a ghost?"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu continued to patiently communicate with Watanabe no Tsuna.

"You can't just say you want to learn the art of killing demons for no reason, can you?"

Ian suddenly felt that the question sounded familiar.

correct.

Isn't this the same question I asked her back then?

So many years have passed.

She still remembers...

"The reason for learning the art of slaying demons—"

Hearing Minamoto no Yorimitsu's words, Watanabe no Tsuna looked at the broken sword in his hand.

Suddenly, his pupils widened, and then he started shouting, completely different from the sword demon he had been before.

No matter how patiently Minamoto no Yorimitsu tried to communicate with him, it was to no avail.

No way.

Ian could only summon all the servants in the mansion and temporarily control Watanabe Tsuna.

He and Minamoto no Yorimitsu then went to the outer corridor.

"Madam, what do you think is going on?"

"Hmm... Husband, if you want to ask me something..."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu glanced at the somewhat chaotic scene inside the room—several burly servants were holding Watanabe no Tsuna's hands and feet, managing to calm him down without hurting him.

"I think he might have experienced something terrible."

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"Yes... I think so too."

Ian also glanced inside the room.

"Even though he had only just woken up, his first reaction was to hug that broken sword."

"It seems this problem is more serious than you might think."

“Yes…” Minamoto no Yorimitsu’s voice was a little softer.

Sensing that she seemed to want to say something more, Ian asked.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?"

“It’s nothing…” Minamoto no Yorimitsu’s expression was somewhat complicated.

"I was just thinking, if he's in his current state, even if his injuries heal, there will still be many problems, right?"

"Indeed it is."

Ian looked at Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

"So, Madam, you intend to keep him here?"

"Huh? How did you know that's what I wanted to say, husband?"

"Because my wife is a very kind person."

Ian stroked Minamoto no Yorimitsu's cheek.

"How could we bear to just send him away like this?"

"Then what do you mean, my husband..." Minamoto no Yorimitsu asked cautiously.

“I will do as you do, Madam,” Ian replied.

You said it—