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

As soon as she finished speaking, her lips, which usually loved to drink, were suddenly sealed shut, and then returned to normal.

It took Shuten-dōji a while to realize what had happened—the man in front of him had kissed him!

"Shuten, do you understand what I mean?"

Ian stroked Shuten-dōji's burning little head.

"Ming, I understand."

Shuten-dōji felt the world before her eyes begin to blur—this was the first time she had ever truly kissed him.

"That's good."

"Please pass on the answer to this question to Ibaraki as well."

Shuten-dōji has finally agreed to your plan.

You should begin taking action.

Shuten-dōji once again summoned the hundred demons of Mount Ōe in the name of the Demon King.

Of course, they are no longer the same hundred demons they once were.

[Instead, they are demons that Mount Ōe has "re-nurtured" over the past few years.]

[It seems that due to the fading of the mystery, the current demons are no longer comparable to those of the past.]

Shuten-dōji led this large force in an attack on Heian-kyō.

The more ghosts and monsters she knows about their "achievements," the closer she is to your death.

This was an extremely painful thing, but she had to do it.

Finally, Heian-kyo welcomed its third Hyakki Yagyō (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons).

You know the time has come.

Inside Genji's residence.

"Husband."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu wiped the famous sword Hizamaru in his hand.

"The demons have come to Heian-kyo again."

“Yes,” Ian nodded in response, pretending to be nonchalant. “It’s probably because the ghosts are jealous of the prosperity of Heian-kyo.”

"I see."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu nodded.

"My husband, you are right."

The warrior pointed his famous sword, Hizamaru, into the air.

"Looks like it's time for my husband and I to make our appearance again."

"There's no time to lose. Let's set the exorcism operation for tonight, shall we?"

"Well, I'll listen to my wife."

“Alright.” Minamoto no Yorimitsu stood up. “Then I will report this matter today.”

"But then again—"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu's gaze fell upon his beloved.

"My husband is absolutely right. Fujiwara no Tokuko hasn't been giving me any trouble lately."

"She no longer concealed the fact that the Holy See was dead, but made it public."

“Perhaps the fire brought her to her senses,” Ian explained with a smile. “Or perhaps the lady’s actions moved her.”

"Is that right?"

These answers pleased Minamoto no Yorimitsu greatly.

"Then, my husband, see you tonight."

"it is good."

Watching Minamoto no Yorimitsu's departing figure, Ian knew this was the last time he would see her leave the house.

After hesitating for a moment, he spoke:

"Yakou."

"what happened?"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu turned around and looked at his lover with a puzzled expression.

After all, he rarely stops himself like this.

"nothing."

Ian looked at her.

"I just wanted to remind you to eat properly from now on."

"Don't work on an empty stomach just because you're busy with official duties."

"..."

Minamoto no Yorimitsu didn't quite understand the meaning of this passage.

But she nodded seriously nonetheless.

"Well, I will."

[Minamoto no Yorimitsu's report on his exorcism plan was met with no hindrance—after all, the current ruler, Fujiwara no Tokuko, is your lover.]

From reporting the issue to being ready, it only took one morning.

Of course, this is also related to your prior planning—after all, you've been plotting this all along.

The people of Heian-kyo cheered with joy.

After all, they have suffered from ghosts and monsters for a long time.

But they didn't know that this was also your death day.

Night falls.

The howls of demons echoed throughout Heian-kyo.

As previously planned, ordinary citizens had already retreated to their homes.

They used the talismans prepared in advance by the Onmyoji to ward off the seemingly ferocious ghosts.

As the overall commander of the operation, Minamoto no Yorimitsu gripped his sword and stood at the very front of the group.

"Let's go!"

As she uttered those words, the force composed of Onmyoji and Foot Soldiers began to move through the empty streets of Heian-kyo.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu walked alone into the night—having mastered the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique, she needed no one else's help.

One.

two.

Three.

Despite being preoccupied with political affairs, Minamoto no Yorimitsu did not forget the swordsmanship his lover had taught him years ago.

She can handle ghosts and monsters faster than a whole army.

"Those monsters are truly wicked."

"They've repeatedly invaded Heian-kyo—could it be that there are other places like Mount Ōe nurturing them?"

Minamoto no Yorimitsu thought this, but the speed at which he swung his sword did not slow down in the slightest.

She needs to kill all the ghosts as soon as possible.

Walk around the corner.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu arrived at a somewhat familiar location—the place where she had once killed Nurikabe.

Taking this as an opportunity, she became the wife of the man she loved.

A number of beautiful images flashed through Minamoto no Yorimitsu's mind.

In that moment of confusion, a dark figure appeared in front of her.

There was a bang.

Flames erupted from the shadowy figure's body, a sinister and terrifying heat.

Almost instantly, Minamoto no Yorimitsu realized that this was an extremely powerful demon.

but--

Why does it feel so familiar?

Before he could think any further, the shadowy figure threw a fireball at Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

The heat brushed past her cheek and landed on the street.

A whoosh.

A curtain of fire rose behind Minamoto no Yorimitsu.

She knew what this meant—an inevitable battle.

And it seems that this ghost is much stronger than the previous ones.

This will be a tough battle.

But she was not afraid.

"Drink——!"

The warrior raised his sword and charged at the monster before him.

however--

However, things did not develop as Minamoto no Yorimitsu had imagined.