My daily life of exorcising demons and falling in love with a witch.

"Hey, Yixing...do other women look good?"

Erina tiptoed, brought her mouth close to Yoshiyuki's ear, and gently blew a breath, asking him this question.

The itching sensation made him shudder, and his legs even felt inexplicably weak.

"They look nice, but I'm not interested at all! Miss, I'm just looking at their weapons." Yixing hesitated for a moment, but decided to explain.

Those two girls are indeed very beautiful, so saying they aren't good-looking would be a lie.

But ever since he met Erina, he has never been attracted to anyone else—and that is true.

"Shh...no need to say more, I know." The young lady revealed a mischievous grin, extended a finger and gently touched Yixing's lips, saying smugly, "After all, Yixing, you are my servant who will always belong to me."

Yi Xing recalled his dream of eating lychees last night and suddenly felt an impulse.

But he still managed to suppress his anger, his face slightly flushed, and didn't open his mouth to swallow it.

He tried not to show any shyness, but that was just too difficult.

Especially since this is Tokyo—although the Kuroba Group still acts as the Yoda family's spies, it still makes people feel much more relaxed.

Therefore, it becomes more difficult to control one's own thoughts.

Seemingly satisfied with having teased Yixing enough, Erina, having asserted her dominance and taken the lead, strutted towards the front of the stage with a smug look on her face, linking arms with him.

There was a white-haired girl with a loli-like appearance and wearing a black eye patch on one eye, wiping cups behind the counter. When she saw the two approaching, she smiled and nodded at them.

Beside her stood a tall, white-haired man wearing a black mask that covered the lower half of his face, who was putting fresh mint leaves and cinnamon into a cabinet.

Both of them were wearing barista aprons.

After Yoshiyuki Maekawa and Erina Yoda sat down, the barista turned to look at the two white-haired girls dressed as maids and carrying weapons, and said this.

"Wu Nini, Wu Lili! Stop dawdling after you've finished eating, get ready to get to work."

"Yes, manager~"

They answered in unison, picked up their cutlery, and stood up.

So after all that fuss, these two aren't even guests?

Yi Xing couldn't help but complain in his heart.

It's supposed to be the Black Feather Group, but all the staff in this room are white-haired?!

With such a high concentration of white hair, Chinese tourists visiting the area must absolutely love it!

That's practically a special forces operation!

He believes the shop shouldn't be called Black Forest Cafe.

It should be called the White Hair Cafe. That way, people will immediately know what its advantages are.

"Welcome to Black Forest Cafe. You two must be Lord Maekawa Yoshiyuki and Lord Yoda, I've heard so much about you." The female barista smiled at them. "My name is Fujimori Kiriko, and I'm the owner of this cafe. It's on me today. What would you like to order?"

"Ah, thank you." Yoshiyuki glanced at the pour-over kettle next to Ms. Fujimori and suggested, "I'll have a pour-over."

He wanted to assess the quality of this coffee shop.

In this situation, ordering hand-drip coffee is the most accurate way to draw a conclusion.

"Yes, sir. Where is Lord Yoda?"

"Ah... I'll have a cappuccino, extra milk, and latte art."

Erina glanced at the menu and made this suggestion.

The label states that all the milk used in the store is premium milk from Hokkaido.

The milk there is indeed the best in all of Japan, with a rich, creamy flavor, and it's the young lady's favorite.

"Yes, a cappuccino with double milk—would you like some dessert?"

"Hmm..." Erina looked at the menu carefully and asked curiously, "Since your shop is called Black Forest Cafe, is your Black Forest cake especially delicious?"

"Yes, that's exactly our recommended dessert." Manager Fujimori leaned on the counter with both hands and answered with a smile, "It originates from Germany and is called Black Forest Cherry Cream Cake. It perfectly blends the tartness of cherries, the sweetness of cream, the bitterness of chocolate, and the rich aroma of cherry liqueur."

"Wow! There's alcohol! That's great!" Erina rubbed her hands together, her expression full of anticipation. "There aren't many opportunities to legally taste alcohol before the age of twenty! This is it!"

Yi Xing suddenly began to worry that the young lady might become an alcoholic after she turned twenty.

If such a trend were to emerge, he would definitely stop it.

Drinking alcohol can lead to trouble.

It wouldn't be good if something unexpected happened while drinking too much.

He noticed that Ms. Fujimori seemed to be standing on something to raise her chest above the bar.

Otherwise, given her petite figure, the top of her head shouldn't be at the neck of the tall man next to her; it should only reach her chest.

It is very easy for the police to misunderstand them as employing child laborers under the age of sixteen and thus subject them to investigation.

After the two placed their order, a waitress dressed as a maid quickly brought out the Black Forest cake with a sweet smile.

Yixing felt that the weapons they carried were too prominent, easily giving people the feeling of "If you don't like the taste, I'll kill you."

Perhaps some people will find this feeling irresistible.

As for the two baristas, they began making drinks with incredibly skillful techniques, making it a fascinating sight to behold.

However, Yoshiyuki had no interest in these things—because he was very concerned about Erina's earlier distraction.

He noticed that the young lady had just been staring blankly at Ms. Fujimori.

Yi Xing observed her for a moment and found that the only things that caught his attention about the shopkeeper were the silver necklace with a blood-red gemstone around her neck and the black single-eye mask.

He couldn't help but wonder whether she covered up the "Evil King's True Eye" because she was acting like a teenager and wanted to look cool, or if she was really missing an eye.

"Young Miss, do you like this style of necklace?" Yixing leaned closer to his owner and asked in a low voice.

He judged that this was what truly attracted the young lady's attention.

"Ah... um." Erina glanced at the shop owner, who was quietly making coffee and hadn't noticed them, and whispered to Yoshiyuki, "Yoshiyuki, did you notice? Fujimori-san... is someone who lingers in the mortal world."

The so-called "ordinary world" refers to the human world. The use of the word "lingering" indicates that she should not remain in this world.

Yi Xing's heart sank.

He remained expressionless, merely shaking his head slightly.

"Young Miss, I don't have that much spiritual power; I can't sense it. How did you tell she was dead?"

"Those who remain in the mortal world are not strictly speaking dead, but rather exist in the liminal space between life and death. They cannot truly live like the living, nor can they find peace. If they have a strong attachment to the mortal world, that's fine, but if they are simultaneously banished by life and death, their souls will only be tormented forever."

Erina said this in a low voice, then glanced at the necklace around Fujimori's neck.