I have an unlimited number of shikigami

With her slow and deliberate way of speaking, coupled with her cute and sly smile, Fujiwara Izaya had a premonition that she was about to give him a haircut again.

Sure enough, the next second, Kasahara Asuka covered her chest with her hands, jumped back a little, and said warily, "Senpai, you're not trying to take advantage of me again, are you? I'm sorry, that's too direct. We just met, we haven't developed any feelings yet, senpai is too frivolous, I can't accept that!"

"..."

Fujiwara Izaya walked around her without saying a word and went back to the shrine.

"Senpai, wait for Asuka!" Kasahara Asuka stuck to him like a leech, as if she had completely forgotten that she had just given Fujiwara Izaya a card, without the slightest awkwardness in her expression.

She especially enjoyed teasing Fujiwara Izaya like that.

I have a feeling... that this seemingly dull senior is definitely not innocent at heart.

If only we could bring out the less innocent side of him... Kasahara Asuka chuckled to herself, thinking that being young was an advantage; if it were her older sister, she definitely wouldn't be able to use this trick.

The two walked side by side on the approach to the shrine, and the dilapidated shrine courtyard came into view.

There are words engraved on the plaque above the torii gate.

【Asakusa Shrine】

The ink on the characters had faded, and the edges were badly eroded by wind and rain. Without careful observation, it was almost impossible to recognize the characters.

After passing the torii gate, we entered the courtyard.

It occupies a much larger area than a standard football field, and is filled with ruins buried by weeds. The only intact building is the worship hall, whose exterior walls are covered with vines.

Through the open doors of the shrine, one can see an unidentified statue enshrined inside. The statue is spotless, a stark contrast to the shrine that is believed to bring financial ruin.

Standing there in the bright spring sunshine, gazing at the desolate and lonely scene, the contrast made Asuka Kasahara remain silent for a long time.

"What are you doing here?" Fujiwara Rinya sat down on a large rock amidst the weeds.

A gentle spring breeze swept by, causing the lush wild grass to bow slightly, creating a pleasant rustling sound. At his feet, the former komainu statue was reduced to half its body, and a blue-purple bellflower swayed in the wind, beautiful yet sorrowful.

Kasahara Asuka snapped out of her reverie in the spring breeze, her expression unusually serious. After taking a deep breath, she said, "I'm feeling a bit sentimental. Decades ago, there were many incredibly talented young men and women practicing magic here, and the place was filled with laughter and joy."

"How did you know?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, amused.

“My sister told me.” Kasahara Asuka crossed her arms naturally and smiled faintly: “The glory and beauty of the past are gone. The laughter and joy have disappeared. Only a desolate and dilapidated courtyard and a lonely little priest remain.”

“I think this is quite good.” Fujiwara Izaya placed his hands neatly on his knees, quietly observing the world his mother had left him in the light.

Kasahara Asuka, who had been watching him intently, thought her senior was as beautiful as a glass ornament in the soft morning light.

"What's good about it?"

She retorted, then put her hands on her hips, leaned forward, and said to Fujiwara Izaya, "Are you pretending to be stupid or are you really innocent? You don't understand my hints at all!"

"Uh……"

Fujiwara Rinya genuinely didn't understand what she had just implied.

"Honestly, what can I say about you?" Kasahara Asuka leaned closer, as if to reveal a secret, and whispered in his ear, "The weather's so nice today, why don't you go shopping with Asuka—"

The sweet scent of citrus wafted into his nostrils, and the girl's soft breath teased his earlobe. Fujiwara Izaya felt a tickle and leaned back, complaining with an annoyed expression, "Please, my ears are itchy! Don't do that again!"

"Wooden wood!"

Kasahara Asuka puffed out her cheeks and cursed at him a couple of times before running into the worship hall in her white sneakers.

"Hey, wait a minute, that's my house!" Fujiwara Izaya got up and chased after him. "You still haven't said why you came over. Don't act like we're so close!"

"Are you hungry?" Asuka Kasahara asked, seemingly unrelated to the question.

Fujiwara Izaya nodded: "I'm starving."

"Go get Asuka something to eat~~"

Don't try that on me!

"Senior~~"

"Don't call me senior!"

"Senior, senior, senior, senior—"

Fujiwara Rin glared at her, raising her voice slightly, "Do you know what happened to the last person I encountered who was just a parrot?"

"Was the last one as cute as Asuka?" Asuka Kasahara once again gave an irrelevant answer.

"Not even half as good as you," Fujiwara Izaya answered honestly.

Although the junior student gives the impression of being somewhat frivolous, she is indeed a beautiful young woman in the prime of her youth... For example, her outfit today is very fashionable, her makeup is light and natural, her skirt is shorter than knee-length, the cuffs of her long-sleeved top slightly cover her wrists, and her fair and delicate collarbone is occasionally revealed through the gap in the neckline.

Fujiwara Izaya, who had to put in a lot of effort to look away from her collarbone, had to admit that she was really beautiful.

"Since Asuka is so cute, then I'll trouble you to feed her today!" A mischievous smile flashed in Kasahara Asuka's eyes as she turned gracefully and walked towards the corridor leading to the backyard, her swaying orange hair exuding a wonderful fragrance.

Chapter 32. Asuka can help her senior!

The kitchen at Asakusa Shrine is very small.

Fujiwara Izaya opened the dilapidated wooden door covered with green panels, and Kasahara Asuka stood in the doorway, looking left and right curiously, not missing a single detail.

The walls were thin, the floorboards creaked from being walked on by previous visitors, and the windows faced west, letting in only the last rays of sunlight throughout the day. The sink was spotless, free of food scraps, and a shopping note was taped to the refrigerator door.

It looks like an ordinary kitchen.

If we were to glean any characteristics of the owner from this, it would probably be their love of cleanliness and meticulousness.

"What would you like to eat?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"I'll eat whatever you make, senpai," Kasahara Asuka replied obediently.

"I've never seen anyone as shameless as you." Fujiwara Izaya opened the refrigerator door, took out a bottle of orange juice and tossed it to her. "You sit here and drink, don't wander around."

"Uh-huh!"

Kasahara Asuka placed her handbag and hat on the small table by the kitchen door, then sat down and drank orange juice.

On the dining table sat a withered tulip plant, along with a notepad and a ballpoint pen. The notepad contained neat handwriting recording the daily expenses.

Several thick and imposing beams hung from the ceiling above, and the late spring sunlight streamed in through the window.

"Want to eat hot pot?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, looking up.

"Yay!" Kasahara Asuka excitedly raised her little fist and cheered loudly, "Asuka loves hot pot the most!"

"Get out of my sight as soon as you're done eating," Fujiwara Izaya cursed, taking the ingredients from the refrigerator to the vanity and slowly starting to wash the rice, cook it, and arrange the vegetables on a plate.

Kasahara Asuka sipped her iced orange juice, looking at Fujiwara Izaya's back from outside the door.

His knife skills are excellent, flexible and rhythmic, clearly showing that he is someone who often cooks at home.

"Do you need any help?" Kasahara Asuka asked.

"No need, I'm used to doing it alone. Your coming in will only disrupt my rhythm." Fujiwara Izaya washed the bok choy and enoki mushrooms, then turned around and asked, "You'd better make your purpose clear before you eat, rude guest!"

"I'm here to help my senior exorcise the spirit." Kasahara Asuka said casually, with the corners of her mouth turned up.

"How did you know?" Fujiwara Izaya had just asked when he immediately remembered that his sister was a high-ranking member of Section 9.

“I heard it from my sister,” Kasahara Asuka replied, just as he had thought. “The experience of exorcising spirits with you last time was so memorable. Asuka wants to relive it. I hope you won’t refuse?”

Looking at that smiling, delicate face, Fujiwara Izaya, holding a kitchen knife, said coldly, "No. I don't want anyone to hold me back when I'm exorcising spirits."

Kasahara Asuka held the orange juice bottle in both hands, tilted her head, and looked at Fujiwara Izaya with a "Huh?" expression, seemingly not understanding why he would say that she was holding him back.

I am a mid-ranking priestess!

They were already grateful that he wasn't even a low-ranking priest, yet he dared to say that he was holding them back.

“Anyway, I’m not taking you,” Fujiwara Izaya turned around and continued washing vegetables. “The exorcism work is already very demanding, and we’ll have to add protecting you on top of that. Even if we get the 1 million yen from Section 9, it’ll still be a losing proposition.”

"...Money?" Kasahara Asuka's little brain reacted, and she couldn't help but chuckle. "No problem, how about I pay double?"

As if afraid she might change her mind, Fujiwara Izaya immediately replied, "Deal!"

I made a profit.

He was originally going to take her to exorcise the spirit in order to complete the system task, and now he can get an extra 200 million yen in income. How could the poor guy not be excited?

Kasahara Asuka, who was facing away from him, laughed. Kasahara Asuka, who had also achieved her initial goal, wore the same satisfied smile as Fujiwara Izaya.

The boys and girls, each with their own ulterior motives, all thought they had gotten a good deal.

The broth in the pot was bubbling away, and the aroma of the hot pot base spread out.

The meal wasn't very lavish, just a few simple vegetables and mushrooms, plus a plate of beef and a plate of chicken wings. Fujiwara Rinya was already starving, so after taking out a drink and ice from the refrigerator, he couldn't wait to pick up a thinly sliced ​​piece of beef and put it into the pot.

As soon as the haircut was done, Asuka Kasahara opened her mouth and brought her face close, exclaiming, "Ah~"

For the sake of the 200 million yen, Fujiwara Rinya put the first piece of cooked beef into her bowl.

"I want you to feed me, senpai!" Kasahara Asuka clenched her fists and held them to the corners of her eyes, wiping away tears as she choked back sobs. "As the first boy to have a meal with Asuka, you, senpai, have shattered all my fantasies!"

Fujiwara Izaya couldn't stand her spoiled manner and used the serving chopsticks to pick up the beef again.

"Ah~" Kasahara Asuka immediately stopped crying.

He threw the beef into the girl's mouth.

"Mmm—" Kasahara Asuka chewed a few times, and a satisfied sigh came from her small lips.

"I can't stand you..." Fujiwara Rinya sighed, tore open a package of udon noodles, poured the noodles into the pot, cooked them for a few minutes, took them out, and ate them slowly.

The noodles were chewy, and the broth was fragrant, better than any udon he had ever eaten before. For some reason, he couldn't resist tearing open another bag and throwing it in to cook.

"Asuka, you want one too!" Kasahara Asuka handed over the bowl.

Fujiwara Rinya shared some noodles with her and also placed two pieces of tofu soaked in broth on top.

"Senpai, please always be this gentle," Kasahara Asuka said to him encouragingly, picking up a piece of tofu and putting it in her mouth, only to be burned by the broth inside.

"Ah~"

"It's so hot—"

With her delicate face furrowed, the girl's soft, red tongue darted out slightly.

Seeing her adorable, goofy demeanor, Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but laugh out loud.

A gentle breeze occasionally drifted in through the open window, causing the sun-dried yellow curtains to sway softly. The air still carried the scent of cherry blossoms. Across from him sat a beautiful young woman, her Prada handbag on the table. He was in an unusually good mood, probably because it was the first time he had eaten at home with a girl.

The pot of iron was bubbling and steaming, creating a harmonious atmosphere.