Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

Tachibana Yui sat up straight, glancing at Tsuchimikado Mari not far away as she spoke.

There was a hint of defiance on her little face.

Tsuchimikado Mari immediately realized who had made the call.

With a slight upturn of her lips and her legs, encased in black stockings, crossed over each other, she exuded an aura of a mature and sophisticated woman.

Tachibana Yui's face stiffened.

Looking at her approachable demeanor, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Aunt Mashiro, do you still remember that ruin in Ibaraki Prefecture?"

Haruhiko was unaware of the brief confrontation between Tachibana Yui and Tsuchimikado Mari.

If he knew, he could only say that the shikigami these days are really too impolite.

It would be best to give him a good talking-to.

"remember."

Tachibana Yui nodded and asked, "Did you go? Was it indeed related to Abe no Seimei's ancestor?"

If Haruhiko hadn't chosen this site, she definitely would have made the trip.

After all, it might have been left by their ancestors.

However, since Haruhiko had made the choice, she didn't argue.

The main reason is that Abe no Seimei's lineage has not been broken, and the Tsuchimikado clan doesn't see this as a possibility.

Besides, Haruhiko is one of us, so there's no problem.

He will naturally let you know if there is anything he has learned.

"No."

Haruhiko said directly, "There's been a problem. The ruins have been targeted by someone else, and I've already sent the Utsunomiya clan to investigate."

"Do you need my help?"

Upon hearing this, Tachibana Yui's expression turned slightly serious, and she asked.

"Being not."

Haruhiko shared his thoughts, "Let's see which faction it is before making any plans."

"Alright."

Tachibana Yui snorted and said, "No matter who it is, there's no need to be afraid. I'll go with you."

Haruhiko smiled.

That was his original plan, but Tachibana Yui brought it up herself.

No wonder she's his aunt.

"Okay, I'll let you know when I have the results."

Haruhiko is not polite either.

Tachibana Yui wanted to chat a little longer, but he had already hung up the phone.

She couldn't help but curl her lips.

"What? Did Haruhiko upset you again?"

Tsuchimikado Mari looked at her and said with a wicked grin, "I can teach him a lesson for you, so he won't be able to walk for days."

Tachibana Yui was slightly taken aback, and her face suddenly turned slightly red.

She understood what Tsuchimikado Mari was saying.

Isn't this just letting you two off easy?

What's the lesson?

Tachibana Yui glared at her and said, "It's none of your business!"

"alright."

Tsuchimikado Mari shrugged, her kimono trembling slightly.

As for what it was about, with her abilities, she could easily overhear everything at such close range.

If Tachibana Yui goes, she will go with her.

Is an Onmyoji who doesn't bring along Shikigami still an Onmyoji?

Tachibana Yui gritted her teeth.

The sudden surge of waves greatly displeased her.

She jumped off the sofa and went straight upstairs.

Aren't you going to eat?

Mari Tsuchimikado asked with a smile.

"full!"

Tachibana Yui's small feet, encased in white socks, quickened their pace and disappeared in a few moments.

Tsuchimikado Mari looked away.

Two long, slender legs came together, their black stockings rubbing together softly, making a very faint sound.

She parted her red lips slightly and licked the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly I want to see Haruhiko.

A sound came from the gate.

Even though the TV was on, Haruhiko still noticed something.

This is the effect of increased strength.

He quickly got up and walked towards the door.

Before they even reached the entrance hall, the door was already open, and there stood Yukihime.

She was wearing a white trench coat, bundled up tightly.

She looked completely different from her usual gentle self, exuding a tall and elegant air.

She was like a cool and aloof model on a runway.

"Welcome home."

Haruhiko reached out and helped her take off her trench coat.

Inside were a white knit sweater and black tights.

Under the light, the texture of the stockings was particularly noticeable.

Haruhiko glanced at it and then hung the trench coat on the wall.

"Does it look good?"

Yukihime reached out a finger and brushed her silver hair aside, revealing her fair ears.

"nice."

Haruhiko answered without hesitation.

Their relationship can be described as extremely close.

You can say anything you want without worrying about her getting angry.

"The best is yet to come."

Yuki smiled gently and said with a hint of mystery.

Haruhiko's curiosity was immediately piqued.

Just as he was about to speak, Yukihime placed her index finger on his lips.

What it means is self-evident.

Haruhiko could only stop asking.

He crouched down, reached out, and completely exposed Yuki's beautiful black-stockinged feet.

"Hard."

Yuki pulled him up and then offered him her red lips.

A few seconds later, she took Haruhiko's hand and walked into the living room.

"I'll go cook, wait a bit."

Yukihime's icy blue eyes revealed tenderness.

Haruhiko always felt like he was being treated like a child, and a child who couldn't do anything at all.

In fact, perhaps that's even more true.

As a yokai, their lifespan is extremely long.