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

Even though Ibaraki-dōji didn't mention this incident, he still planned to talk to Shuten-dōji about everything later.

only--

Looking at Shuten-dōji, who was trying hard to suppress his emotions, Ian realized that it wasn't so easy to say no.

How can I reject a little ghost girl who has fallen for me?

Ian had no idea how to answer this question—he felt it was much harder than finding out the ghosts' "thoughts" and killing them all.

After thinking it over carefully, he spoke:

"Shuten, you're actually quite good-looking, and cute enough too..."

"But it's a ghost, so the uncle doesn't like it, right?"

Before Ian could finish speaking, Shuten-dōji immediately took over the conversation and uttered the second half of his sentence.

She forced a smile and continued, with great difficulty:

"We know about this kind of thing, right?"

"How could an old man possibly like a ghost? Especially a completely unattractive ghost."

"We should..."

Before Shuten-dōji could finish speaking, he felt a strong pressure on his lips.

When she came to her senses, she found herself being kissed deeply by Ian, who had one hand holding her head and the other pressing against her chest.

Shuten-dōji's cheeks suddenly heated up.

It eventually reached almost the same level of heat as when the magic was released.

She offered no resistance whatsoever, simply letting the great Onmyoji ravage her lips.

It took them quite a while to end their entanglement.

Ian looked at Shuten-dōji, whose face was flushed red.

"Shuten, you're not allowed to talk about yourself like that."

"As a ghost, you are already quite outstanding."

"only--"

“I can’t do what you say… You should know that this is not a good option.”

"I'm very sorry."

"..."

Shuten-dōji touched his lips, feeling the lingering warmth.

She turned her face away and muttered to herself:

"You disgusting old man..."

"You only say these things after we kissed, do you think we would willingly accept all of this?"

Ian was taken aback at first, then smiled calmly.

"Whatever you think is fine."

"Anyway, I'm sorry."

"..."

Shuten-dōji jumped down from the desk.

She cleared her throat, looked at the great Onmyoji who was much taller than her, and called out:

"Uncle, don't you know what to do when you feel sorry?"

"……I have no idea."

"Then let me teach you how to do it!"

Shuten-dōji placed his hands on his hips, the rosy complexion still lingering on his face.

"When you feel sorry and want to repay someone, the best way is to fulfill one of their wishes."

"A wish?"

"Hmm." Shuten-dōji nodded.

"How can you be considered apologetic if you can't even fulfill the other person's wish?!"

"But--"

Ian frowned slightly.

"Shuten, you should know that there are some wishes that I can't fulfill, right?"

"Of course we know that."

Shuten-dōji leaned forward slightly.

Do we look like the kind of ghost who forces others to do things against their will?

"..."

"Uncle, what's the meaning of your silence?!"

“Alright, you’re definitely not the kind of ghost who forces people to do things.” Ian looked directly at the petite female ghost in front of him. “So what is your wish?”

"I'm a devil who loves fine wine."

As he spoke these words, Shuten-dōji walked to the side and picked up a jar of sake that was placed in the corner.

That was something she had specially made by working overtime after discovering that Ian didn't dislike her chewed rice wine.

However, as things stand now—

This great Onmyoji doesn't seem to have touched it at all.

Shuten-dōji gave a wry smile and continued:

“My wish is naturally related to fine wine.”

"Uncle, please sit down."

Although Ian didn't quite understand what Shuten-dōji wanted to do, he still sat down as she said.

Then, the Demon King of Mount Ooe appeared before the Great Onmyoji.

She spoke with a hint of regret:

"Uncle, you're really not suitable to have children with us."

"but--"

The petite, purple-haired female ghost lifted the red cloth covering the wine jar, and a delicate fragrance filled the entire room.

"That doesn't mean we can't have contact with them, right?"

"And we can't say we can't drink the wine brewed by the old man?"

Clear sake poured from the jar, soaking the Great Onmyoji's clothes.

Tick ​​tock.

It landed on the tatami mat in the room.

Shuten-dōji put down the sake jug and looked at Ian's clothes, which were soaked with sake.

"We won't waste a single drop."

"Also, since it's brewed by an older man... we don't know what might be added to it."

"that is it!"

"We're just drinking the wine brewed by the old man!"

"..."

Ian stared at Shuten-dōji before him for a long time before finally speaking:

"Yeah, it was just drinking."

The magical artifact began to move, penetrating into the dark and damp fake cave.

Follow the principle of not wasting any wine.

A pink tongue collected the kuchikami (chewed sake) from the mountain, which was filled with affection, and wiped the patterns on the surface of the ritual implement.

Gulu gulu——

The taste of the kuchikami (chewed sake) seems to have changed slightly.

Bitter, viscous, and even slightly stringy.

That's a sign that the wine has gone bad.

but--

Shuten-dōji actually found the sake to taste better this way.

She grasped the fine wine vessel she had found with her small hands, licked the remaining wine, and spoke.

"Uncle~"

"Actually, you're quite good at brewing wine too, aren't you? Have you studied wine with anyone?"

"Or are we the first one?"

You have fulfilled Shuten-dōji's wish.

You explained the current situation of Heian-kyo to her in detail.

Although she was very reluctant to let you go, she accepted your decision.

[Before the large-scale manhunt began, you successfully escorted her and Ibaraki-dōji out of Heian-kyo.]

Along the mountain road.

"Shuten-dōji~"

"What's wrong, Ibaraki?"