I cultivate a deity in Tokyo

All she wanted to know was this.

Is what I saw today real?

Is there anyone who can tell me this?

Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in her mind.

Why not ask Shiraki-san?

If I really did encounter a monster today, then Shiraki-san should have seen it too!

Thinking of this, Kokonoe Reina hurriedly stood up without bothering to wrap herself in a towel and picked up her phone from the side.

After opening the le interface, I hesitated for a moment.

How should I tell Shiraki-san?

Should I just ask him, "Did you see that monster today?"

How can you even ask that?!

Would an ordinary person believe in monsters?

After hesitating for a while, Kokonoe Reina reluctantly put down her phone, slid into the bathtub, and gurgled some small bubbles coming out of her mouth.

"Sir, have you ever eaten people?"

Upon hearing Bai Mujun's question, the eight-legged demon was only shocked for a mere 0.01 seconds.

He immediately realized what was happening and frantically shook his head.

"No, sir, I am a good demon, I have never eaten human flesh!"

That's obviously a lie.

It was an eight-legged demon with a voracious appetite, which was well-known in the demon world.

The reason I was forced to leave Kyoto was that I couldn't control my tongue and attacked a hospital's delivery room.

As a result, he was hunted down by the Kyoto Inari Shrine and fled to Tokyo, where he had the opportunity to meet the Blue-Faced Monk and join its organization.

Despite its bad record.

but--

The eight-legged demon glanced around smugly, then looked behind Bai Mujun.

Now, all the demons who could testify are dead!

Since there are no demons who can testify, then I am now a good demon!

The kind that's pure and immaculate!

It glanced at Bai Mujun discreetly.

Seeing that the other person's expression didn't change, he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems they managed to keep it a secret.

Thinking of this, the eight-legged demon smiled obsequiously and bowed.

"Then, my lord, this humble demon shall take her leave now."

After saying that, it lifted its eight legs and made a rustling sound as it turned to turn around.

Seeing the eight-legged demon's composed demeanor, Bai Mujun said with a hint of regret.

"Your Excellency, you have failed to open your heart."

what?

The eight-legged demon's body froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Did I expose myself?

No, impossible! My acting is perfect!

He's bluffing me!

The eight-legged demon questioned itself for only 0.01 seconds before reverting to its actor persona.

It turned around, looked directly into Bai Mujun's eyes, and said righteously.

“My lord, every word I have said comes from the bottom of my heart. Don’t let my appearance fool you, I am a demon with strong principles.”

"If I say I won't eat it, I won't eat it, no matter how delicious it is."

"Everyone in the organization knows this."

Looking at the eight-legged demon with an open and honest expression, Bai Mujun smiled slightly and pointed to the eight-legged demon's chest.

"But the moment you heard the question, your heart rate, blood pressure, and the amplitude of your demonic energy fluctuations all changed dramatically."

He looked at the eight-legged demon's body.

Upon hearing this, the eight-legged demon's heart rate and blood pressure, just like before, plummeted dramatically.

Yes, you can tell the psychological trauma is very extensive.

All of this was clearly visible through his all-seeing perspective.

Clearly, upon hearing this, he was greatly shaken.

Most likely, he has something to hide.

W-what?

The eight-legged demon clutched its chest tightly, as if trying to choke its wildly beating heart.

Seeing this, Shiraki Jun gently pressed for an answer.

"Now, I'll ask again."

"Eat, or not?"

This gentle voice, however, terrified the eight-legged demon a thousand times more than the thud when the blue-faced monk smashed its head.

It could only discern one thing from Shiraki Jun's eyes.

If you lie, you'll lose your demonic life.

"I've eaten there."

The eight-legged demon stammered.

Upon hearing this answer, despite being mentally prepared, Shiramu Jun still sighed.

It is not an eight-legged demon.

It is not for those who lose their lives at its hands.

The thought of the organs the blue-faced monk had pulled out in front of Kotaro made it hard for him to calm down.

Those organs belong to the elderly, children, and young people in their prime.

They deserved a bright future.

Yet, right under the noses of the gods and Buddhas, they died at the hands of these monsters.

Why?

He took a step forward and stood in front of the eight-legged demon.

"understood."

"Then, Your Excellency, are you ready?"

"No, wait, don't!"

The eight-legged demon's eyes suddenly widened, reflecting Bai Mujun's image.

Driven by a strong will to survive, it became somewhat incoherent and spoke frantically.

"Although the little demon has indeed eaten people, it only ate arms and legs, which were not fatal!"

"Besides, the killings weren't the little demon's responsibility. The deaths of those humans were all the bosses' fault. The little demon was forced into it!!"

"Please, my lord, give this humble demon another chance! This humble demon is willing to start over—"

It lay down on the ground, tears and snot streaming down its face.

But this did nothing to sway Shiramu Jun.

He was merely a priest whose duty was to worship the gods and protect believers; he would not take the lives of demons without reason.

The premise is that it's a good monster.

Shiraki Shun's definition of a good yokai is very simple.

As long as it doesn't harm humans, that's enough.

At the same time, this is also Bai Mujun's bottom line.

Looking at the eight-legged demon pleading with him, Shiramu Jun wanted to ask it a question.

Previously, those who had begged it to spare their lives...

Did it spare it?

If we had let it go, things wouldn't be like this today, right?

The cycle of cause and effect is inescapable for everyone.

Demons are no exception.

He simply raised his palm and spoke.

"Since you have done such a thing, you must have been prepared to bear the consequences."

"While your companions haven't gone far yet, hurry up, so you can still go to the Yellow Springs together."

Looking at Bai Mujun's expressionless face, the eight-legged demon's face was distorted by fear.

"You...you don't want to!"

It let out a shriek and suddenly shot out several strands of spider silk from its mouth, leaving several white streaks in the air.

It went straight for Shiraki Shun's face.