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

"Aren't you usually like this when you drink?"

"Of course not!"

Shuten-dōji countered with a question.

"Just drink, why bring out all this stuff?"

Realizing this was the difference between human and ghost life, Ian smiled slightly.

"Then maybe you should try eating while drinking today."

"I guarantee you'll have a new experience."

Although he had considerable doubts about what Ian said, Shuten-dōji ultimately decided to believe him just this once.

After all, this guy was, in some ways, his sworn enemy.

But he never missed a single thing he had said.

"Alright, let's try it as the uncle suggested, even if it's difficult."

A few minutes later.

"Eh?!"

"This, this, this!"

Shuten-dōji waved her chopsticks, a blush of happiness spreading across her delicate cheeks.

"What the hell is this?!"

"Why does it taste so good when paired with alcohol?!"

"This is a snack to go with the drinks."

Ian answered directly.

"Something that Kyoto people came up with for drinking—there were some things that would have been more suitable, but considering that you might find them disgusting, we decided against it."

"Disgusting?"

Shuten-dōji stopped eating with his chopsticks.

What can make us feel nauseous?

"Because those are things that can be used when exorcising ghosts." Ian made no attempt to hide the reason.

"If you want to eat them—"

Ian didn't finish speaking, but Shuten-dōji already fully understood what he meant.

Her abilities have now been "confiscated" by the great Onmyoji in front of her.

If you were to eat something commonly used in exorcisms, you could indeed experience a feeling worse than death.

Shuten-dōji looked at the man across the table, a hint of admiration in his purple eyes.

"You're actually quite considerate."

No wonder that big-breasted woman likes you so much.

“You don’t need to concern yourself with my affairs with Lai Guang,” Ian said, abruptly ending the conversation.

"As long as you do as I say, I don't think I owe you anything."

"..."

Shuten-dōji licked his tongue.

"Uncle, your views on ghosts seem to have changed quite a bit~"

"In the past, you probably would have just pointed a knife at me and given the orders, right?"

"Why now again..."

“Don’t overthink it.” Ian took a sip of sake. “My thoughts have never changed.”

"Ghosts are things that must be eliminated, no matter what."

"But I must also keep my promise."

“Until I understand my situation, you are also someone I need to protect.”

Shuten-dōji heard your words.

Her expression seemed somewhat complicated.

She seemed to want to say something, but then appeared to change her mind.

"It's so embarrassing to be called a protected object by a great Onmyoji."

Shuten-dōji curled his lip.

"But if you put it that way—"

The petite ghost woman glanced at Ian in front of her.

"What exactly was the power that big-breasted woman unleashed back then?"

"Stop calling her 'big-breasted woman'."

Ian looked at Shuten-dōji with a serious expression.

"Her name is Minamoto no Yorimitsu."

"Alright, alright, Minamoto no Yorimitsu," Shuten-dōji changed his tune, "What exactly was the power she unleashed back then?"

"We don't think that's the norm."

Shuten-dōji still clings to the idea that she was not defeated by Minamoto no Yorimitsu, but by a power within her that she didn't know where it came from.

But it has to be said.

Although Shuten-dōji's idea seems a bit stubborn, it does make some sense.

After all, as Minamoto no Yorimitsu's husband, Ian did not recall ever seeing her display such an ability.

"That's one of the questions I'd like to know too."

Ian did not hide his thoughts.

"At present, it seems that this effect only occurs when she is particularly excited."

"Extremely excited?"

Shuten-dōji scratched his face.

"From this perspective, Minamoto no Yorimitsu is practically like a fighting bull, isn't he?"

"If you provoke her even slightly, she might unleash a terrifying lightning bolt."

"..."

Why do you always look at us like that? It's kind of scary.

Ian shook his head.

"nothing."

"I just think that if we do things your way, the situation could become very dangerous."

"Could the situation become very dangerous?"

“Hmm.” Ian nodded.

"Didn't you say that the person who sent the demons to Heian-kyo to commit evil this time has many similarities with Yorimitsu?"

"That's just my feeling."

Shuten-dōji quickly distanced herself from the situation—she didn't want to bear any responsibility because of her speculation.

"Whether that's actually the case or not, there's no way to be sure, is there?"

“No.” Ian shook his head again.

"Of course I don't think that way simply because of your one-sided statement."

"Actually—"

Ian gestured with his fingers on the table.

"If you think back to where we just walked, you'll realize that it was all the area around the mansion."

"At this point, let's also consider what you just said about servants."

"..."

Shuten-dōji began to think.

She soon had her answer.

"Doesn't that mean there's someone who's very similar to Minamoto no Yorimitsu, but who's also hostile towards her?"

"Yes."

Ian stared directly at Shuten-dōji in front of him.

"The ability to reassemble and control ghosts—that's what I mean by danger."

"Wait a moment!"

Shuten-dōji reached out and stopped Ian.

"How did this kind of thing even come about? You've completely confused us."

[You are silent. 】

You looked at Shuten-dōji before you, hesitating for a long time.

You decide to talk to her a little more.

You then recounted to her what Minamoto no Mitsuaki had once told you.

Shuten-dōji was extremely surprised by this.

The Demon King of Mount Ooe looked quite surprised at this moment.

"Was that cow carrying something like that?"