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

She spent a month preparing for something—just to give him something today.

"what happened?"

Busy with recording various information on bamboo scrolls, Ian asked without turning his head:

"Shuten, what do you want with me?"

"..."

Watching the busy figure of the Great Onmyoji, Shuten-dōji suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"Um... Uncle, are you very busy?"

"If you're too busy, then forget it."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Ian, who had been looking at the item, immediately stopped.

He turned around, looked at the blushing Shuten-dōji, and slightly adjusted his tone:

"Shuten, just say what you have to say."

"Your cautiousness only makes me wonder if something's wrong with you."

"We're fine, nothing's wrong with us!"

"If there are no problems, then tell me what you want to say."

Ian stared directly at the petite female ghost in front of him.

"You don't want me to lose my temper, do you?"

"That--"

Shuten-dōji took out something he had hidden behind his back.

She said shyly:

"Uncle, you absolutely must try our wine!"

That was a bowl of clear, cool wine.

You can smell the aroma emanating from the bowl.

You realize this is a good wine.

However, Shuten-dōji's appearance makes you feel that something is off about this bowl of sake.

But you still decided to give it a try.

"Oh...is that all?"

Ian nodded.

"Then bring the wine over."

Shuten-dōji's eyes were shining; it was clear she was very happy.

"Come here!"

The petite female ghost, holding the bowl of wine, approached Ian.

"Give."

Although Ian felt the wine was somewhat strange, he still took it and sipped it.

really.

The taste of the wine matches its aroma—it's a first-rate wine.

Ian could feel the fragrance filling his cavity.

"Shuten-dōji, it tastes really good."

"How did you make your wine?"

"...Uncle, do you really want to know?" Shuten-dōji asked cautiously, his face flushed.

“Hmm.” Ian nodded.

"That--"

"Don't be angry about what I said."

"I try my best."

Upon hearing this, Shuten-dōji pointed to his lips.

"This is homemade chewed liquor!"

"Cough cough." Ian choked.

"Shuten, you..."

"Don't misunderstand!" Shuten-dōji looked at Ian in front of him, appearing quite nervous.

"We simply didn't have any other brewing equipment, that's why we did it this way!"

"Uncle, didn't you say that if we were too high-profile, we'd get into trouble? We're just doing what you said!"

"..."

Ian looked at Shuten-dōji in front of him, and the initial surprise in his eyes gradually turned into a gentle emotion.

"That's it, I know."

He drank the wine in one gulp.

"Thank you, Shuten-dōji."

"……Um!"

Shuten-dōji was overjoyed, as if she were the one who was drinking.

You continue your investigation in Heian-kyo.

You quickly noticed a name that you had previously overlooked.

That was the great Onmyoji who had entrusted Higekiri and Hizamaru to Minamoto no Mitsunaka.

He shares the same last name as you.

[Minamoto no Yorimitsu will find you; it's inextricably linked to him.]

You realize that this might be the key to the problem.

You decide to try to understand things from Minamoto no Yorimitsu's perspective.

It's another moonlit night.

The Genji couple could only meet for a short while at this time.

On the blue tatami mat lay the clothes the two had taken off, still retaining some warmth.

Inside the bed, the bodies of the great Onmyoji and the warrior were entangled.

When everything calmed down, the martial artist's inner world was already full.

"My husband is so passionate today..."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu wrapped his arms around Ian's neck, his purple eyes filled with hearts.

She leaned closer, letting her most alluring curves of her chest rest against her husband.

"It seems my husband hasn't grown tired of me yet."

How could I possibly tire of you, Madam?

Ian gently stirred the skin of another person between his fingers in the blankets—Minamoto no Yorimitsu's body wasn't only soft on his chest.

"Being able to enjoy this kind of comfort with my wife in bed is already a wonderful thing."

"That's what I think too."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu responded to Ian's hand and moved his body a little closer to him.

The burning heat on her lower abdomen made her feel intoxicated by this intimacy.

"My husband... please do it outside too."

The body moves, the winding path is enchanting.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu felt the temperature inside and outside his body become the same, and he became increasingly happy.

"My husband is such a good boy."

Once the romance between the couple faded, everything returned to a rational discussion.

"My husband, so many things have happened lately."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu nestled in Ian's hand, his brows furrowed with trust in the man.

"For example?"

"The affairs of the court are becoming increasingly burdensome... and the Taira clan wants to compete with the Minamoto clan for power."

"recent--"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at the man beside him on the pillow.

"And something really big has happened."

"Big deal? What big deal?"

"Well... the 'Zao Nu' who was supposed to enter the palace escaped, and now the French Emperor is searching for her everywhere."

"this--"

Ian seemed somewhat surprised.

"Are there really people who are unwilling to do this?"

The Retired Emperor was the highest-ranking figure in the entire Heian-kyo (Kyoto).

If you can get close to him and gain his favor, you will naturally enjoy endless wealth and honor in Heian-kyo.

Very few people are willing to give up these things.