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

"Then, Madam, what does His Holiness intend to do next?"

"He seems to want to conduct a large-scale manhunt in Heian-kyo."

"so--"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu looked at the great Onmyoji beside him.

"My lord, perhaps you will have to do your part for the Genji again."

"Madam, your tone is a bit too formal."

Ian looked at Minamoto no Yorimitsu in front of him, gently stroked her loose purple hair, and kissed her forehead.

"I'm already a member of the Genji, so isn't it only natural for me to contribute?"

"……Too."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu buried his head in Ian's arms.

"By the way, husband, what were you trying to ask me just now?"

"Hmm... Raikou, do you remember any other Onmyoji who share the same surname as me?"

"Do not."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu shook his head.

“My husband, you should know that my father never lets me touch these things... You are an exception, and you are also the first Onmyoji I have ever met.”

"I see... I understand."

Ian's fingers traced upwards.

"Madam, the night is still long, I want to taste your flavor again."

"Hmm... My husband can do as he pleases."

Once again, the soft chirping of warbling birds echoed from inside the room.

at the same time.

On the other side of the shoji gate.

Ibaraki-dōji looked at Shuten-dōji beside him with a puzzled expression.

"Shuten-dōji~"

"What, what's wrong?"

Why are we sitting here?

"It's so cool here!"

"What's so cool about this?" Ibaraki-dōji looked around. "It's just a corridor. There's not even a breeze."

"and--"

The blonde little ghost girl listened to the voice coming from behind the shoji door.

"That servant was clearly doing something rather suspicious in there!"

"Fool!"

Shuten-dōji reached out and covered Ibaraki-dōji's mouth.

"Will you die if you don't tell me?!"

"Of course we know what's going on in there! It's just... that thing humans love most: reproducing! Ugh!"

"woo woo woo woo!"

Ibaraki-dōji made a mumbling sound.

Shuten-dōji hesitated for a moment, then let go of her hand.

"Don't be so loud... it'll disturb the people inside."

"Shuten-dōji..."

Ibaraki-dōji looked at his friend with a puzzled expression.

"You're very strange."

"Strange, what's strange?"

Shuten-dōji looked at her beside him, his expression showing great discomfort.

"They are the ones procreating, so why are you and I listening outside the door?" Ibaraki-dōji hit the nail on the head.

"What good is this other than making us feel annoyed?"

"Could it be that you intend to do something?"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Shuten-dōji's expression turned somewhat disappointed.

She hugged her legs, rested her head on her knees, and said with a wronged expression:

"Of course we know that's how it is, and we do want to do something about it."

"But we're ghosts... Even if we wanted to, he wouldn't agree."

"simply--"

"Just listen to the sound."

Shuten-dōji forced a smile.

“Isn’t that good?”

"..."

Ibaraki-dōji's eyes brightened in an instant.

"I see... I understand now."

You and Minamoto no Yorimitsu spent a sweet evening together.

Your investigation is ongoing.

Information about the Onmyoji (yin-yang master) who was once known as "Abe" is extremely scarce.

[You exhaust all your efforts, only to arrive at the conclusion that "he" and you are the same person—this is clearly incorrect.]

But the Emperor's orders will not stop there.

Just as Minamoto no Yorimitsu had predicted, he issued a search order within Heian-kyo (Kyoto).

[And you discover that among those conducting the search are other Onmyoji.]

[Although you're not worried about Shuten-dōji and Ibaraki-dōji's identities being discovered.]

However, just to be on the safe side, you decided to temporarily send Shuten-dōji and Ibaraki-dōji out of Heian-kyō.

After all, if anything were to be discovered, the Genji clan would inevitably be implicated.

You're going to tell them these things.

in the corridor.

Ian saw a figure that was neither familiar nor completely unfamiliar.

That was Ibaraki-dōji—Shuten-dōji's good friend.

Although she stayed there because of Shuten-dōji, she had little interaction with Ian.

However, the great Onmyoji didn't mind these things.

After all, he simply wanted Shuten-dōji to have someone to talk to besides himself.

"..."

"..."

"Is there something you need?" Ian broke the silence.

The great Onmyoji never dreamed of this.

No sooner had he said those words than Ibaraki-dōji knelt down with a thud.

She assumed the posture of a dogeza (a deep, prostrate kneeling position) and pleaded in incredibly clear words:

"Please, humans!"

"Let's engage in your favorite breeding activity with my friend Shuten-dōji!"

135. Shuten-dōji: I'm just drinking the sake that old man has on him! (4,000-word chapter)

"..."

Ian knew that Ibaraki-dōji wasn't the kind of person who spoke without thinking.

Moreover, he knew that he wasn't actually that popular with her.

To put it simply—

This was probably a request she made on behalf of her good friend Shuten-dōji.

but--

Even so, it is still utterly absurd.

"Please engage in procreation with Shuten-dōji."

It was quite unexpected that such words could come from the mouth of another ghost.

"Ibaraki."

Ian looked at the petite blonde ghost in front of him, who exuded a serious aura, and tried his best to tone his voice.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Of course I know."

Ibaraki-dōji raised his head.