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

"Miss Fujimori seems to belong to the former category. I sensed that her soul only felt restless weariness and pain, without any resentment. So it was she herself who did not want to leave this world."

"Even her body was recreated by magic based on the memories of those who knew her. Her original body is long dead... Now, it's entirely the necklace that's keeping her alive. Once the necklace gets too far from her body, this body will automatically disintegrate."

"Young Miss, does that mean..."

"...Yes, that's right." Erina looked down at the cake. "She will rest in peace."

Yixing glanced again at the necklace around the shopkeeper's neck.

I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

If this thing is stolen while you're sleeping, the consequences would be severe.

We must be careful at all times.

He didn't understand why it had to be made into a necklace; it would have been safer to make it into bracelets, rings, or chokers.

If Miss Fujimori's soul longs for peace, then they will surely find a way to help her find release.

But since she was willing to suffer to continue living, they naturally pretended not to have discovered it.

To be able to recreate a physical body and bind the soul within it is extremely difficult.

Moreover, such secret techniques often require certain qualifications from the deceased, and not everyone can use them.

Regardless, seeing the store manager continue to work in this neither-life-nor-death state, and that no ordinary person could detect anything amiss, still deeply shocked Yixing.

In fact, according to the Yoda family's traditional beliefs, the dead should not return to the mortal world.

But Erina didn't really care about that.

She felt that many of the Yoda family's ideas were too outdated and rigid, making them unbearable.

In the young lady's eyes, as long as the deceased does not pose a threat to the living and lives a low-key life, what is the need for criticism and interference?

"Okay, Yixing. Feed me some cake."

Erina's cheerful voice pulled him back to reality.

So Yixing nodded with a smile, cut open the fan-shaped black cake topped with a cherry, and fed it to her little mouth.

Erina spoke highly of the cake, especially liking the cherry liqueur flavor.

So, after urging Yoshiyuki to try it too, she asked the owner if she could have a sip of cherry wine, but Ms. Fujimori firmly refused.

"I'm sorry, Lady Erina. We wouldn't do such a thing. You're not old enough to drink."

"Just give me a taste! You're a gangster yourself, you've done plenty of illegal things!"

"Lady Erina, we never do anything illegal," Miss Fujimori said with a smile. "We follow the rules just like the Yoda family."

Erina was speechless for a moment.

Therefore, she could only continue muttering like that.

"Hmph, how rigid... I've been using alcohol to ward off evil spirits all the time, so why can't I drink it?"

This is probably one of the main reasons why Erina is so interested in alcohol.

Sake is often used as a prop in the Yoda family's exorcism rituals.

She had been learning how to use this thing to cast spells since she was a child, but she had always been forbidden from tasting it.

Yoda family's high-grade sake, brewed using a secret ancient method passed down for a thousand years, has a very tempting taste.

The alcohol taste is very faint, only a strong aroma. Warmed wine is even more amazing; if the door is open, the aroma can travel dozens of meters through the corridor to the very end.

For this reason, it is very suitable for luring those wine-loving monsters into traps, as offerings, and even as rewards to drive shikigami and familiars.

They saw this sake for sale in the supermarket last night. A 1.8-liter bottle of sake costs a whopping 33,000 yen, which is more than 20 times more expensive than ordinary sake.

This is also one of the main sources of income for the Yoda family.

"Young Miss, please don't make things difficult for them. Alcohol only smells good; it's not really that tasty," Yi Xing comforted her. "Besides, as a spiritualist, you should especially avoid getting drunk. If you go on a drunken rampage and attack someone with magic, it'll be hard to handle the situation."

"That's such an exaggeration... Yixing, couldn't you have kept an eye on me when I ordered? You could have just snatched the cup away if I got drunk." She complained for a moment, then suddenly sniffed, instantly intoxicated by the aroma of the coffee: "Wow..."

"Your coffees are ready!" A waitress dressed as a maid brought them over, smiling as she handed them to the two of them. "Please enjoy!"

"Your latte art is really good." Erina looked at the intricately crafted milk foam on her coffee, licked her lips, and exclaimed in admiration, "Is that a panda drawn on it? It's so cute!"

"No, it's a drawing of a dog," the barista wearing a half-face mask said awkwardly.

Yi Xing felt that one of the two must be blind, so he secretly glanced at them.

He thought the latte art clearly depicted a hamster. He couldn't help but marvel at the barista's incredible latte art skills.

"Don't draw animal heads for the guests next time," Ms. Fujimori said after glancing at the latte art. "If a guest requests this kind of design, let me do it."

"Uh, okay." The masked man was incredibly embarrassed. "Would you like another cup, sir?"

"No need. The latte art will just fall apart quickly anyway." Erina took a sip and thought it tasted good: "Hmm, it tastes great! So... Yoshiyuki?"

He knew that the young lady was implying that he should take the initiative to propose a solution.

So Yixing nodded naturally and mentioned it.

"Ms. Fujimori, we're here today not just for coffee, but also to ask you something."

"I guessed so." Fujimori Kiriko said calmly, wiping the plates as she looked at the two of them. "Go ahead and ask. As a member of the Kuroba Group, I'll tell you anything I know."

So she really is a member of the Black Feather Group, and not just a collaborator?

Yoshiyuki noticed that her little finger was intact and realized that the Kuroba Group was not the kind of group that would cut off a little finger to show their determination if someone joined a yakuza group.

So the group member I saw last night was probably asked to have his knuckles cut off because he made a mistake.

Since Ms. Fujimori had said so, Yoshiyuki then stated their thoughts directly.

He said that the two of them came here not only to attend high school, but also to do their best to drive away the evil spirits that harm the world and make Tokyo safer.

Therefore, they want to find the culprit who has recently caused the mysterious deaths of several young girls. After all, judging from the news, this incident seems very much like the work of a demon.

"I see. So you want to ask if the Black Feather Group has any information they can provide, right?" Ms. Fujimori listened to their words, slightly pressing her blindfold with her hand, and her expression became serious.

"Yes, please, Ms. Fujimori."