Sorry, you scumbag woman, you can do whatever you want.

Chapter 166

Has she gotten tired of me?

The night passed.

Tsukiyo and Kikyo talked about magic all night. Apart from discovering that Kikyo was very talented and could apply what they learned to other situations, there weren't many twists and turns.

As for the evil god, it has never appeared.

"Let's talk again tomorrow night." Seeing Kikyo gazing intently at the door, preparing to leave, Tsukiyo extended another invitation.

In response, Kikyo frowned and asked, "Can't we talk during the day?"

“…Yes, but it’s better at night.” Tsukiyo shook her head slightly, not explaining further.

After all, she couldn't very well say she was afraid... that an evil god would come to her at night to make love to her.

Regardless, she was the Queen of the Moon, and it would be too shameful for her not to satisfy her own desires.

Unless, after Kikyo experiences it herself, she also can't withstand it.

"...Is there something you're having trouble telling me?" Kikyo gently brushed her hair behind her ear with her delicate hand, her dark eyes revealing a hint of curiosity.

The atmosphere fell silent.

Seeing that Yueye's eyes were wandering, she pursed her cherry lips, her expression somewhat unnatural, and said softly, "No, I'm fine."

"Is that so? I understand." Kikyo nodded slightly and did not press further. She said to Tsukiyomi, "I will come to see you tonight."

After saying that, she calmly turned and left.

Tsukiyo breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her bedroom. However, the door closed by itself the moment she stepped inside.

That was not her doing.

"...Finished talking?" Mebius, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed in the bedroom at some point, raised his hand and gently patted the bed.

Without a second thought, Tsukiyo immediately turned around, wanting to find Kikyo, but found the door tightly closed and impossible to open.

Oh no, we can't escape.

Then, a pair of jade-like arms embraced her slender waist, and her voluptuous body pressed against her back, her sweet breath reaching her ear.

"What's wrong?" Möbius rested his chin lightly on Tsukiyomi's shoulder, his voice teasing and playful. "Are you... afraid of me and want to run away?"

"No, I'm a little tired." Yueye took a deep breath, trying to keep her eyes calm, and explained softly, "I sat all night, and my back is a little sore. I want to move around a bit."

"Let me rub it for you." Mebius chuckled charmingly, taking Tsukiyo's slender hand and leading her towards the bed.

Seeing Kikyo's reluctant expression, she kept turning back, hoping that Kikyo would come back to her so that... she could share the burden of the attack.

However, her savior did not appear until she was pushed down onto the bed by Mebius.

"...Is it uncomfortable here?" Mebius reached out and pressed on Tsukiyomi's slender waist, massaging her very seriously.

Throughout this, Tsukiyomi remained on high alert, awaiting Mebius's next surprise attack; she was already very familiar with this process.

The body has already begun to adapt, automatically adjusting to the corresponding state. Breathing begins to quicken, blood begins to become hot, and long, slender legs begin to tighten.

However, after waiting for a long time, Mebius did not go any further. He simply massaged her gently, asking her in soft voice which spot felt more comfortable, just like a virtuous wife.

At this point, Mebius lost his usual aggressiveness and became extremely gentle and considerate.

However, Tsukiyomi became conflicted, not quite understanding what Mebius was trying to do, and wary of a possible surprise attack at any moment.

after a while.

"Alright, take a rest." Möbius withdrew his hand, smiled gently at Tsukiyomi, and tilted his head to meet her questioning gaze. "Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

"No," Tsukiyo replied in a muffled voice, burying her face in the pillow. To this, Möbius simply smiled gently.

"Then you get some rest, I'm going to work." She said this, then turned and disappeared from the room.

This time, they really didn't do anything.

Seeing this, Yueye looked up at the closed door, wondering if Mebius had lost interest in her.

In that instant, she had many thoughts, a thousand ideas, which made her heart even more unsettled.

And right now.

A knock came at the door, and after receiving permission from Tsukiyo, Watatsuki Yorihime hurriedly entered the room.

"Mother, you look much better today." Watatsuki Yorihime sat down by the bedside and looked at Tsukiyo, who was leaning against the headboard with a cool expression. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Effort is never in vain.

"You look much worse." Yueye asked coolly, but her eyes revealed a hint of concern.

Watatsuki Yorihime explained, "It was an assassination attempt. Some yokai on the ground wanted to assassinate Lord Mebius. I fought all night and found an opportunity to deal with them."

"Is it that troublesome?" Yueye frowned. In her opinion, the Moon Capital's regulatory system, coupled with the power she now possessed, could be easily dealt with as long as any signs were detected.

“Yes, they are very cunning,” Watatsuki Yorihime explained. “Mother, I only managed to capture a portion of them this time. There are still some hiding in the shadows. I’ll be quite tired during this period.”

At this point, she lowered her head slightly.

"So, you may not be looking very well lately, Mother, please don't be surprised."

"If you encounter any trouble, you can go to Eirin." Tsukiyo, ultimately concerned for her daughter, instructed Watatsuki Yorihime, "She will take care of everything for you."

"No, this is ultimately my own business." Shaking her head, Watatsuki Yorihime resolutely refused to ask her teacher for help, intending to shoulder everything alone.

Tsukiyomi didn't force the issue. She knew that Watatsuki Yorihime had her own opinions and that she shouldn't interfere with Watatsuki Yorihime's choices.

Excessive interference can cause a person to lose their ability to make their own choices and judgments, and to act hesitantly.

This is no different from being useless.

Therefore, unless it's an irreparable mistake, she won't intervene and will let her daughters make mistakes.

In this process, the daughters will also develop their own ideas and opinions, and accumulate experience in facing "people" and "the world".

Anyway, she has the right to let her daughters make mistakes.

……

……

Earth.

Fantasy town.

"With just this one spear, I can pierce the stars!" Remilia threw her holy sword, which struck... a tree next to the target.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"There has been progress, but more effort is needed." A strong centaur man standing nearby shook his head, arms crossed.

"To seize an impossible opportunity, you must hone your skills to the extreme, and your mind must be so clear that it reflects every detail of your body, allowing every bit of strength to be exerted a hundredfold."

"Teacher, how long does it take to develop such skills?" Remilia asked the centaur.

"It depends on individual talent," the centaur replied. "For those with good talent, three days is enough; for those without... hundreds of years, or even longer."

"What does the teacher think of my talent?" Remilia asked, only to see the centaur looking at the holy sword stuck in the tree.

Silence fell.

"Nothing is impossible if you try," the centaur replied. "Since you used to have a 100% hit rate, all you need to do is regain your feel for it and recreate that feeling with your body."

"Is that so?" Remilia was somewhat skeptical. In the past, her throwing of fate was so powerful that it required absolutely no skill. As long as she thought about the target, she could just throw it randomly and it would always hit the target.

Now she can't rely on fate; she needs... skill, the kind that's at least incredibly accurate.

It's not that it's impossible, but at least it's impossible before the Red Dragon descends.

"Don't worry about whether you can do it or not, just practice," the centaur said. "Focusing your energy on training is more practical for making progress."

"Understood." With a sigh, Remilia raised her hand and summoned the Holy Sword, guided by fate, back into her grasp.

Then, he threw it with force.

The holy sword pierced through the air, grazed the centaur's cheek, and pierced into the tree behind him.

……

……

Five hundred years later.

Fantasy town.

"Information about the Crimson Dragon Emperor?" Reimu asked with surprise, looking at Kagome Higurashi kneeling opposite her, pleading, "Why would you want such sensitive information?"

"Curious," Kagome explained, but Reimu shook her head and warned her.

"...It's best if you don't inquire about this news," Reimu explained calmly. "It concerns a war that will determine the fate of the world."

“Actually, I wanted to donate 100,000 yen to the shrine.” Kagome Higurashi lowered her head and spoke softly.

"However, I'm a little hesitant because the amount is too huge."

"You bribed me?" Reimu's eyes widened slightly. "I am the daughter of an evil god. How could I possibly reveal such confidential information so easily!"

"Then...two hundred thousand?" Kagome suggested softly.