The story begins with an eight-foot-tall lady surrounded by ghost story ladies.

"Yes."

Jinguji Saya did not deny it.

Natsume Fanyu was somewhat surprised by his frankness.

"After all, the Jinguji family is only one of the three major forces in Tokyo's underworld."

"The exorcists in the group can deal with some ordinary evil spirits, but they will definitely be overwhelmed when it comes to dealing with high-level evil spirits that are targeting the fetal spirit."

She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the three exorcists standing behind her.

The three exorcists lowered their heads slightly at the same time, without refuting.

And when her gaze returned to Natsume Fanyu.

There was a touch of just the right amount of vulnerability in those eyes.

It's like laying out your most vulnerable parts for him to see.

If it were anyone else, seeing those eyes that were both pitiful and alluring...

It would instantly ignite his protective instincts, causing him to pull this widow into his arms and feel an urge to give everything for her.

But Natsume Fanyu just smiled.

His gaze swept calmly over her curves, which were wrapped in a kimono, as if admiring a painting.

It looks nice, but I'm not in a rush to buy it.

Jinguji Saya then continued:

"and..."

"If the other two families knew about the appearance of the fetal deity and joined the Jinguji family..."

She didn't finish speaking.

But the meaning is already quite clear.

When that time comes, it won't just be evil spirits coming, but also people who are even more evil than evil spirits.

Natsume Fanyu's expression remained unchanged after hearing this.

His gaze fell on Saya Jinguji's face, neither looking away nor being aggressive.

It's just stating the facts.

"Mrs. Saya, what you said is true, but you should also be aware..."

"The existence of the fetal spirit is a result of the seeds sown by your Jinguji family."

"Now that the fetal spirit has finally been successfully conceived and formed, it is naturally the consequence that you should bear."

"Besides, wasn't it precisely because of the Fetal God that your Jinguji family was able to develop into its current power from the very beginning?"

"Therefore, it is only right and proper for you to give back now."

The room fell silent.

The auras of the three exorcists standing behind Saya Jinguji changed simultaneously.

Like three swords drawn from their sheaths, awaiting only one command.

Natsume Fanyu didn't even glance at them; his gaze remained fixed on Jinguji Saya.

Jinguji Saya remained silent for three seconds.

Then, she made a gesture that caused the three exorcists behind her to change color slightly.

She stood up, walked around the desk, and stood in front of Natsume Fanyu.

Then, he sat down again in the chair opposite him.

It's not about returning to your original position.

Instead, she sat opposite him, with only a coffee table between them.

The distance between them changed from "across the negotiating table" to "heart-to-heart talk".

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the obi (sash) of the kimono was directly in his line of sight; the way it was tied was exquisite and restrained, making him want to untie it even more.

"Mr. Natsume is right," Jinguji Saya continued.

"This is a karmic debt owed by the Jinguji family, and it is the Jinguji family who should repay it."

"I have come here today precisely to better repay this karmic debt."

"Oh?" Natsume Fanyu's interest grew even stronger.

"Is this the business Mrs. Saya wants to discuss with me?"

"Yes, that's right..."

Jinguji Saya nodded slightly, her gaze fixed on him:

"However, it's less of a business deal and more of a sincere invitation."

"I have come here in person specifically on behalf of the entire Jinguji family..."

"We would like to invite Mr. Natsume to officially become the head of the Jinguji family."

Take control.

It is not "assistance", not "alliance", not "employment".

It's taking control!

Natsume Fanyu was stunned for a moment, quite surprised by this.

"Taking over?"

He repeated the two words.

"Mrs. Saya, if I understand correctly, you're planning to..."

"Give me your seat?"

"Yes, Mr. Natsume..."

Jinguji Saya did not hesitate.

You understood correctly.

Clean and efficient.

It was as if this decision had been brewing in her heart for a long time, just waiting for the right moment to say it.

It's important to know that the Jinguji Group is one of the three major forces in Tokyo's underworld.

They control most of the underground industries in Minato Ward, Chiyoda Ward, and Chuo Ward.

He has connections in both the legitimate and criminal worlds, and has infiltrated both the political and business spheres.

Moreover, the team has more than 3,000 members, and the monthly revenue alone is calculated in the hundreds of millions.

She simply relinquished the position of the ruler of such a behemoth.

Natsume Fanyu narrowed his eyes slightly, re-examining the woman in front of him.

It's not about examining her sincerity.

It was to examine her...the purpose.

"interesting."

Natsume Fanyu stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to her.

Outside the window, the setting sun had dyed the entire sky a thick orange-red.

Those men in black suits standing in the alley looked like rows of silent tombstones in the twilight.

"Then, may I ask Mrs. Saya...?"

He didn't turn around; the voice came from the window, carrying a hint of nonchalant amusement, but the question itself was incisive.

"In what capacity should I enter the Jinguji family?"

"After all, this is no small matter."

"As one of the three major yakuza forces in Tokyo, the change of leadership in the Jinguji family should be a natural progression, right?"

You can't just say, "I picked up an exorcist on the street, and since I liked him, I gave him my whole team."

That's a fairy tale, not reality.

Jinguji Saya seemed to have anticipated his question, and a very slight smile curved her lips.

"As long as you, Mr. Natsume, are willing, your identity is not an issue."

"For example..."

"You can naturally take over the Jinguji family as Rin's fiancé."

fiancé.

The moment those three words fell...

The temperature inside the office dropped by at least ten degrees Celsius instantly.

It's not an exaggeration.

There was indeed a thin layer of frost on the windowpane.

The three exorcists changed color at the same time. The young female exorcist had already pulled her hand out of her sleeve, with three talismans burning with blue flames between her fingers.

But they didn't move.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I'm afraid to move.

Because a white figure nearly three meters tall was slowly emerging from the shadow behind Natsume Fanyu.

The Eight-Foot Lady.

She did not fully reveal herself, but only her upper body peeked out from the shadows.

But just his upper body alone was enough to freeze the air in the entire room into ice.

The white mourning dress clung tightly to her body, stretching the fabric at her chest into a breathtaking arc.

Her neckline was slightly open due to her posture, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and that bottomless cleavage.

But no one was in the mood to appreciate the scene at that moment.

Because Lady Hachisakana's eyes were fixed on Saya Jinguji.

Those usually aloof eyes were now churning with something more terrifying than malice.

It's possessiveness.

It is a naked and undisguised possessiveness that says, "My things are mine and no one else is allowed to touch them."

Natsume Fanyu slowly turned around, his gaze first falling on Lady Hachisakana, then shifting to Saya Jinguji's face.

One is from his dearest Okusan, where every curve of his mourning clothes proclaims sovereignty.

One is the queen of the three major forces in Tokyo's underworld, whose eyes hold the weight of the entire Jinguji family.

He was caught in the middle.

Neither of the two women showed any intention of backing down.