Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

They've come here, of course, to find treasure.

But you can’t say that.

This place is quite magical, and Tsuchimikado Mari doesn't want to disrupt the status quo.

To avoid unexpected situations or direct damage to the ruins.

That would be a losing proposition.

"Find someone."

Mari Tsuchimikado made up a story on the spot.

"who?"

Ibuki frowned upon hearing this.

“Someone stole a valuable item from me in the Yatsushiro Sea. I followed the trail and ended up here.”

Mari Tsuchimikado said with a faint smile, "Please forgive me for disturbing the lord."

"I see."

Ibuki glanced at Haruhiko and the others, but did not believe her.

But since Tsuchimikado Mari said that, she couldn't very well call her out on it.

There's no need to offend a fifth-tier psychic.

"What are the characteristics?"

Ibuki leaned back slightly, propped her chin up with one hand, and said, "Since you've come from afar, I can help you."

"Thank you."

Tsuchimikado Mari raised her hand, and spiritual energy surged forth, condensing into a portrait in front of her.

He was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

I have never seen it.

Ibuki shook her head slightly and said, "I will have my men keep an eye out."

"I'll trouble you, Lord City Lord."

Tsuchimikado Mari waved her hand, and the portrait disappeared.

“You may stay in my palace and await clues.”

As soon as Ibuki finished speaking, a guard stepped forward.

He led the way, taking the group to the side hall.

"It looks just like the real thing."

Haruhiko touched the wooden table in the room.

Not only the visuals, but even the tactile sensations are no different from those in the real world.

If Tsuchimikado Mashiro hadn't told him it was an illusion, he would never have believed it.

"Illusions are usually cast through the five senses, so when do we fall for an illusion?"

Haruhiko suddenly thought of another question and asked it.

"If I'm not mistaken, it was you who opened the door."

Tsuchimikado Mashiro sat opposite him, arms crossed.

The lower volume forms an arc outwards.

How did you open the door?

"It's Tsuchimikado Mari, who's sitting next to Haruhiko, asking."

As for Mina Utsunomiya and the others, they were in another room.

We've been traveling for so long, we need to rest.

Furthermore, Tsuchimikado Mashiro and Tsuchimikado Mari need to consider their next move.

"The serpent spirit on the door said, 'Call out the name of my lord,' so I recited the name of Ibukiyama Daimyojin."

Haruhiko withdrew his gaze, lowered his head slightly, and saw Tsuchimikado Mari's fleshy thighs in stockings.

The two people sat close together, so their faces were completely exposed.

"It really is related to the Ibukiyama Daimyojin."

Tsuchimikado Mashiro's beautiful eyes flickered, and her delicate face behind the veil showed a hint of seriousness.

Even if Haruhiko didn't say it explicitly, after so many coincidences, she could already conclude that the Takamagahara Ruins were the tomb of the Yamata no Orochi.

In Japanese legends, the Yamata no Orochi is extremely famous.

Its strength goes without saying.

His tomb must be incredibly valuable.

Of course, with opportunities come risks.

Anything related to deities can be handled with extreme carelessness, even by a fifth-tier psychic.

"The closer an illusion is to reality, the harder it is to detect."

Mari Tsuchimikado pondered, “This city and the monsters within it must have existed before, and that power has brought them back.”

"good."

Tsuchimikado Mashiro nodded and asked, "Think about it, under normal circumstances, who would be able to get in here?"

There was a snake spirit speaking at the entrance.

Only the subordinates or servants of Yamata no Orochi can enter.

“Something must be left here.”

Mari Tsuchimikado stated this with absolute certainty.

"In that case, we will split into three groups this afternoon to search the city."

Tsuchimikado Mashiro thought for a moment and then said.

"Haruhiko knows the language of the snake god."

Tsuchimikado Mari added, "There must be a lot of written records about Mount Ibuki that can be collected."

"Ah."

Tsuchimikado Mashiro glanced at Haruhiko subconsciously.

Only his left hand was still on the table.

As for his right hand, it hung down naturally, obstructing his view.

However, Tsuchimikado Mashiro is a fifth-tier psychic.

She gritted her teeth in anger.

They wouldn't stop even in front of her.

"Let's leave this afternoon!"

Tsuchimikado Mashiro left the room with a displeased expression.

"Knowing full well that she would notice, he was still so bold."

Tsuchimikado Mari tilted her head, a smile appearing on her usually cool face, her eyes sparkling with affection.

Haruhiko paused, and could only manage an awkward laugh.

In all honesty, he had no intention of making Tsuchimikado Mashiro angry.

However, it was simply impossible to resist Tsuchimikado Mari's voluptuous, long legs.

"How were we divided into three teams in the afternoon?"

Haruhiko continued to savor the texture of the stockings.

"The master is on one team, I am on one team, and Ayaka and Mina are on one team."

Ignoring his mischievous hand gestures, Tsuchimikado Mari asked, "Who do you want to follow?"

"Of course it's Mari-neechan."

Haruhiko said without hesitation.

He knew exactly what to say in front of a fifth-tier demon who could know his weaknesses and vulnerabilities at any time.

Aren't you afraid your owner will get angry?

Mari Tsuchimikado parted her red lips slightly.

Her face had a faint blush, as if she were drunk, and her charming and mature wifely temperament was fully displayed.

With her enviable figure, Haruhiko was so infatuated that he lost his mind.

He shook his head and said, "I'm more afraid of making Mari-neechan angry."