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

Shuten-dōji hasn't touched alcohol for a whole month.

She could feel sparks flying from her lips.

but--

She knew she absolutely could not drink alcohol.

I haven't done what I promised the uncle yet!

Shuten-dōji continued to pray to his other self, Ibuki-dōji.

"please!"

Please help us no matter what!

"We don't want to be mistaken for scammers by this old man!"

Shuten-dōji had never felt such a strong desire before—and it had lasted for a full month.

Although tracing the origins of this prayer reveals it to be quite absurd.

A demon summons its powerful side, only to take the blame for its favorite great Onmyoji.

If I were to say this out loud, I'd probably become the object of ridicule by all the ghosts.

Even so, Shuten-dōji still hoped that his wish would come true.

She likes him.

So I don't want to see him looking distressed.

"please."

Please respond to us this once!

Shuten-dōji bowed deeply towards the direction of the sunrise.

Perhaps her sincerity moved the heavens, or perhaps some other coincidence happened at this time.

A voice rang in Shuten-dōji's ear.

"So--"

"This is the only exception."

"There won't be a next time."

It responded to the prayer of the Oni King of Mount Oe.

The divine spirit Ibuki-dōji has descended at this moment!

155. The Two Little Demons Tamed by the Onmyoji / The Serpent God Ibuki-dōji's Assistance (4k)

Shuten-dōji received the response he had been waiting for.

This excited her.

"Please! Please help us this once, no matter what!"

At this moment, the Demon King of Mount Ooe was incredibly humble, even though what she was praying for had nothing to do with herself.

"……Understood."

A white light began to flicker inside the room.

Shuten-dōji's thin body began to change little by little.

After the light faded, she was completely transformed into a different person.

She possessed an impressive figure that rivaled even Minamoto no Yorimitsu's.

However, compared to Yorimitsu, her skin was even darker.

The originally small and cute horns have now transformed into giant tentacles in the shape of Inazuma, making them look more majestic and less childish.

What's even more eye-catching is the dragon's tail behind her.

This is Ibuki-dōji, the other side of her that came from Shuten-dōji's prayer.

His true form is the son of Yamata no Orochi, and he is a being with a "divine" aspect.

"..."

Ibuki-dōji looked at his hands, his brows furrowing slightly.

She seemed unfamiliar with this feeling of returning to the world.

Or rather—

She had become accustomed to the fact that Shuten-dōji had fallen into depravity because of alcohol.

That little kid actually quit drinking for a month?

It's true that over time, you can see everything.

With that thought in mind, Ibuki-dōji then pulled open the shoji door in front of him.

As she walked through Genji's mansion, she attracted the attention of many servants.

Everyone stared in astonishment at the strange woman who had suddenly appeared in the mansion.

But Ibuki-dōji didn't seem to care—her gaze was searching for someone.

However, she quickly realized that doing it this way was very inefficient.

"Let me ask you."

Ibuki-dōji grabbed a servant by the collar and asked without expression.

Where is the Onmyoji?

Despite being an absolute woman, Ibuki Doji possessed unexpected strength.

That was arm strength as powerful as mountains and rivers.

No matter how much the servant struggled, he couldn't escape from her grasp.

He could only answer her questions.

"An Onmyoji?!"

"You mean Mr. Abe?!"

“Yes.” Ibuki-dōji nodded. “We need to find him.”

"there!"

The servant hurriedly pointed to the other side of the corridor.

"Where did Mr. Abe just go?"

He should still be in that room!

"That's it."

Ibuki-dōji released the servant.

"Thank you."

After saying this, she turned and walked in that direction without looking back, leaving behind a group of servants who were gossiping.

"Who is that person?"

"I don't know... I feel like I've never seen it before."

"Don't make a fuss, it's not like the master has brought back strange people before."

"After all, he is a great Onmyoji."

The servants' gossip did not reach Ibuki-dōji's ears.

Or rather—

She had no desire to listen to these irrelevant things.

At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind.

That means we need to find that great Onmyoji as soon as possible.

Ibuki-dōji arrived at the door of the room indicated by the servant.

Without saying a word, she yanked open the shoji door in front of her.

But what happened next was something Ibuki-dōji hadn't expected.

There was an older man sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat.

He was holding a book in his left hand;

His right hand was pressing on something—the head of a little devil.

To be more precise, it should be described as a little head intently looking at something.

That's Ibaraki-dōji.

Dressed in her kimono, she lay on his chest like a docile little rabbit, silently keeping him company as they read—even though she didn't seem to understand the meaning of the books very well.

"..."

"..."

The scene became quite awkward at one point.

You know this is something that absolutely shouldn't be seen by anyone else.

You should end all of this immediately.

But you still don't know who the woman in front of you is.

"You are……?"

After tidying everything up, Ian looked at the woman in front of him with a puzzled expression.

He was certain that he had never seen her before.