I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The Shikigami Contract is a unique magical contract in Shintoism, which requires divine power to establish and activate.

Kasahara Asuka then stepped back with her arms crossed, making room for Fujiwara Izaya to observe him from behind.

Her cherry-colored lips were upturned at a very cute angle, giving her a more childlike appearance than before; she looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Snapped!"

Fujiwara Izaya gave a light clap.

Then, he clasped his hands together and made a hand gesture resembling that of a Shinto shikigami (spirit summoner), and pushed them forward.

"Five-directional formation, shikigami providing support!"

To outsiders, his affected manner as he chanted incantations did indeed resemble that of a priest.

"Yukihime, come out!"

The temperature suddenly dropped, and snowflakes began to fall in the corridor.

Kasahara Asuka twirled the ends of her hair with her fingers, her gaze fixed on Fujiwara Izaya's head.

In that dim space, a pentagram formation appeared silently. This formation has a very beautiful name in Shintoism—Kikyo Seal. It was created by the great Onmyoji Abe no Seimei, so it is also called Seimei Kikyo Seal.

In Kasahara Asuka's understanding, yokai cannot use divine power!

Unfortunately, she didn't know that Fujiwara Rin could also use divine power, but each time he would be blasted by the backlash of the power and cough up blood.

[Random task completed]

[Rewards: 5000 points, 10 Jade]

A system notification popped up, and Fujiwara Izaya turned around to see his junior smiling genuinely from the bottom of her heart.

This was a more beautiful and personal smile than any of her previous smiles.

The formation was just a system bonus effect; the little girl was so easy to fool… Fujiwara Izaya couldn’t help but think to himself, if he had known the mission was so easy to complete, he should have just called the Snow Woman out for a stroll when he first met her.

Chapter 41. The Night Parade of One Hundred Demons

Small feet encased in white stockings emerged first, and a smile appeared in Fujiwara Izaya's eyes.

The small, delicate feet were as tempting as two ice cream cones; the following calves were graceful and smooth, like exquisitely crafted works of art; next, the plump, rounded thighs appeared, and a small section of skin was exposed at the edge of the stockings, pale and almost transparent.

In the blink of an eye, a female shikigami covered in frost and snow appeared in everyone's sight.

She had long, silvery-white hair, icy blue eyes, a flowing blue and white dress, and skin as clear and translucent as snowflakes.

"It's actually a Yuki-onna..."

Kasahara Asuka sighed.

Yuki-onna consistently ranks high on the list of rare and precious shikigami printed in Shintoism, and is extremely popular.

This is a very contradictory monster.

On one side, pristine white snow; on the other, ruthless slaughter.

Outwardly, they possess snow-white skin and stunning beauty, pure and innocent; in terms of personality, they are inherently cold-blooded, enjoying luring men deep into the snow-capped mountains, freezing their bodies, and then consuming their souls—a highly dangerous practice.

Because of her beautiful appearance and aloof personality, many priests and priestesses regard taming a snow woman as a symbol of power.

The first thing the Snow Woman did after she came out was to gently hold Fujiwara Izaya's shoulders with her fair and delicate hands.

Her lips, speckled with snowflakes, parted slightly, revealing her neat, gleaming white teeth.

"Ah~"

Please feed me.

“Sweetie, be good,” Fujiwara Izaya stroked her white hair that was emitting a chill, and pointed to the black gravel on the ground: “Sweep this up first.”

The snow woman looked down.

In order to get something to eat as soon as possible, she casually tossed her hand, and the temperature suddenly dropped to freezing point.

The white, cold mist formed almost instantly, starting from her feet and spreading along the floor.

Upon contact with the cold mist, the black sand grains froze into ice shards, which then shattered into blackish-gray ice fragments, melting into a pool of black liquid that slowly evaporated into the air.

Fujiwara Izaya nodded secretly.

All those sticks weren't wasted; at least they were of some help.

After finishing her work, the Snow Woman, her face expressionless, looked at Fujiwara Izaya again: "Ah~"

"Uh, wait a little longer." Fujiwara Izaya patted her curvaceous back. "There are too many people here. I'll feed you when we get home."

The snow woman nodded slightly, then obediently rested her forehead on his shoulder.

“Your shikigami is very beautiful,” Kasahara Asuka said from behind, “but… I feel like you’re abusing her, you don’t even feed her properly.”

Fujiwara Izaya still had time to reply.

The snow woman became alert first and looked up behind her.

Those were beautiful eyes, icy blue pupils gazing at Kasahara Asuka, their sorrowful gaze seeming to tell a story, evoking pity.

I don't know if it's just my imagination...

Kasahara Asuka always felt that the way the Snow Woman looked at her was the kind of resentful look one would give a mistress.

Something's not right...

How could a naturally cold and aloof girl like this be?

Kasahara Asuka stared at Fujiwara Izaya suspiciously, wondering if her senpai had done *that* to the Yuki-onna.

Yuki-onna is indeed a yokai without emotions, but there are also rumors that Yuki-onna is not without emotions, but rather does not know what emotions are.

If you can win over the Snow Woman with sincerity, she will be your most loyal companion, staying with you until death.

The question is...

How did the senior train the Snow Woman?

Kasahara Asuka trotted up and habitually tugged at Fujiwara Izaya's sleeve, asking in a coquettish voice, "Where did you get the shikigami, senpai?"

Fujiwara Izaya answered in a serious tone, "I got it from a game draw."

"Humph!"

"You're lying, senior!"

Kasahara Asuka puffed out her cheeks in displeasure, grabbed his sleeves with both hands, and shook them, chattering incessantly as if she were being spoiled.

"Just tell Asuka..."

"Come on, Asuka doesn't have a shikigami yet, and I'm really curious about her..."

"If all else fails, Asuka can dress up as a Yuki-onna and play cosplay with her senior..."

"Why would I play role-playing with you when I already have a Yuki-onna to play with?" Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head slightly, looking at his junior's expression as if to say, "You're sick."

Kasahara Asuka was speechless for a moment.

The snow woman, mimicking her master, tilted her head and opened her small mouth towards Kasahara Asuka's face: "Ah, hoo—"

Here's a refreshing bite for you.

"Senior, she provoked me!" Kasahara Asuka's delicate face was tilted back, her teeth itching with anger.

"Sorry, my Yuki-onna is still a baby, a bit mischievous." Fujiwara Izaya chuckled, then turned to touch the Yuki-onna's cool hair. "That's impolite. You can't do that again, understand?"

The snow woman pouted and turned her head to one side.

His expression seemed somewhat dissatisfied...

"She doesn't listen to her seniors!" Asuka Kasahara complained directly.

“You two, shut up,” Fujiwara Izaya said, standing in the middle and tapping each of their foreheads with his hands. “Tonight’s mission isn’t over yet, so get your spirits up.”

It was already past midnight.

The yin energy grew stronger, and there was a heavy, stagnant feeling in the air, conveying an unsettling and dangerous atmosphere.

Ito Takumi, who had been sitting on the ground, finally recovered. He slowly stood up and said with a serious expression, "Something's strange here. Should we evacuate first?"

"You go out first." Fujiwara Izaya looked at the dark corridor ahead.

In that dark and long space, there was a constant rustling sound, as if something was crawling towards them.

Ito Takumi couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

As the sound, like a mouse crawling through a sewer, grew clearer, his unease intensified, and he was thinking of sneaking out to register as soon as possible.

However, at that moment, a sudden change occurred!

He lowered his head and looked down at his feet.

The feet were not visible, but between the legs, a pale female face had appeared out of nowhere.

Hey!

The next second, Ito Takumi was horrified to see that face open its blood-red maw and forcefully curl its scarlet tongue towards him.

"what--"

"Master Fujiwara, save me—"

A piercing scream rang out, and Fujiwara Izaya turned around to look.

Followed by.

He saw that the little ghost, who must have been a prostitute in her previous life, was now resuming her old profession in the body of the monk Itō, relying on her memories.

"What happened?" Kasahara Asuka also turned around.

"Children are not allowed to watch!"

Fujiwara Izaya quickly covered her eyes.

Even though it was through her pants, he still hoped that young girls like his junior wouldn't see such scenes anymore. After all, she was already horny enough; if she learned some more techniques, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself.

The snow woman also turned her head at that moment.

Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to use his other hand to cover her eyes.