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

"I don't think so. Grandpa probably just doesn't want you to get involved."

Erina thought for a moment, then said this while pinching the dough.

"Actually, families like mine, burdened with a special mission, are more or less resistant to police intervention. A hundred years ago, sealing the gates of the underworld required a blood sacrifice by a witch from the underworld. Does that count as murder?"

"Well...that's true." Kuno paused for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Um, may I ask how the Yomi Shrine Maiden used to perform her sacrifices?"

"Huh? Are you sure you want to hear this?" Erina asked innocently. "It's really scary, you know?"

"Uh, I think I'd better not listen." Kuno imagined it for a moment, then seemed to be frightened by his own imagination and quickly shook his head in refusal.

Indeed, scaring yourself is the most terrifying thing.

Originally, it wasn't anything special, but in Kuno's mind, it had probably become torture.

Yi Xing decided not to shatter his illusions. After all, it would be easier that way.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Yixing glanced at his watch, and when the time was up, he immediately reminded the young lady.

"Young Miss, it's time to go."

"Okay! Let's go." Erina stared intently at her phone, scrolling through the world of dumplings. "Have the detectives driven yet? I'll tell you where to go."

Next, the four of them got into a black sedan.

It perfectly meets the standards of plainclothes police investigations; its appearance is unremarkable and has no elements that suggest it is related to the police.

Yoshiyuki and Erina sat in the back row, while the two police officers sat in the front.

Actually, the police suggested she sit in the passenger seat so they could give her directions more easily.

But Erina wouldn't have it.

She wanted to sit with Yixing, so if he insisted on letting her sit in the passenger seat, she would have to sit on Yixing's lap and let him hold her.

Although Erina doesn't mind being bumped occasionally, and is very considerate in never exposing it for fear of embarrassing Yoshiyuki, he still feels bothered by it.

And it would be so embarrassing if the police officer found out; it would be a disaster.

So he firmly rejected the suggestion, saying that "holding her is too tiring."

This meant that Erina could only sit in the back row.

As soon as the young lady got in the car, she gave a destination and then started playing games.

Once they got close, Erina looked up again and pointed to a shopping mall not far away, saying this.

"Alright, we're here! He's inside."

"Ms. Yoda, could you specify which floor of the mall?" Officer Sanada asked curiously.

"Of course, no problem!" Erina smiled confidently. "Even if he's in the toilet, I can find out which stall he's in!"

The two detectives are still somewhat skeptical.

However, after she actually took the lead and found the wine jug demon hiding in the mall's fire escape, they were immediately filled with admiration and completely believed in Erina's abilities.

The two officers said that since the plan had been proven to be feasible, they would officially remove Yoda sake from other stores tonight and put the batch that had been tracked on the shelves tomorrow.

The next day at daybreak, he had the media release the news, attracting Shuten-dōji to the store to snap up the goods.

Afterwards, the two said goodbye to the police officer and the wine jar demon, and continued to visit the places Erina wanted to go.

That afternoon, the two visited six or seven more attractions in Akihabara, and even witnessed a strike protest by an underground idol group at the electronics district plaza.

The so-called underground idols refer to idols who are not famous.

Although it is legal, it lacks a way to become popular.

The scene before them was extremely spectacular.

Many fans rallied in support of them, crowding around the agency.

This idol group is very peculiar; all members wear masks.

They never seem to take off their masks when playing the role of idols; they play on the mystery and the space for imagination.

The moment Erina saw them, she had a sudden inspiration. So she stuffed the dumpling into Yoshiyuki's arms and made a bodybuilding pose by raising her forearm to show off her non-existent muscles.

At the same time, lower your voice and shout loudly.

"Bull Warriors never take off their masks!"

This looks so ridiculous, it almost made Yixing laugh his head off.

"What are you laughing at! Isn't he handsome?" Erina was immediately displeased by his reaction.

"How could that be, young lady? Of course you're handsome." Yoshiyuki cleared his throat and said seriously, "You'd be even more handsome if you wore the Demon Mask."

"Hmph...that's for sure." Erina, hearing him say that, rested her chin on her hand, feeling quite satisfied. "But I'm so cute, even if I wear the scariest mask, I won't be too scary, right? Maybe if I became a masked idol, I'd become the most popular No. 1—"

"puff."

"Hey, Yixing, what do you mean by this?!"

"Nothing?" Yoshiyuki shoved the dumpling back into her arms, his innocent expression returning just before Erina turned to look at him.

You just laughed!

"No," Yixing said righteously, "it was just a fart."

"Oh...oh, is that so?" Erina suddenly looked disgusted. "How disgusting. Yoshiyuki, keep your distance from me."

"Yes, Miss." Yixing immediately took two steps back.

In fact, as a personal bodyguard, he was very careful not to let Erina smell even when he farted.

They will all maintain a safe distance before releasing them.

This distance is very important and most people can't get it right.

It requires the ability to strike and kill the enemy next to the young lady within half a second, while also ensuring she can't smell the stench.

Only the strongest among the strong can grasp the right measure.

Those underground idols not only went on strike and demonstrated, but also held up signs and banners, and led their fans in chanting slogans to protest the unscrupulous behavior of their management companies.

The fact that ticket sales and fan merchandise purchases are split 80/20 is outrageous.

Therefore, they demanded an end to this exploitative practice and a 30/70 split.

There are seven of them, and three in the firm.

After watching for a while, Erina seemed to feel bored standing there alone with nothing around her, so she quietly returned to Yoshiyuki's side with the dumpling and snuggled into his arms like a kitten.

"Young Miss, you should stay away." Yixing gently pushed her away and said seriously, "It smells bad."

"I can't smell it anymore!" she asked curiously. "By the way, isn't it unrealistic for them to change the split from 80/20 to 30/70? It would be easier to reach an agreement if they asked for a 50/50 or 40/60 split."

"You don't understand, Miss. Asking for a higher price at the beginning makes it easier to negotiate," Yixing replied, gently patting her head, which was covered by thick white hair, as if petting a dog.