I have an unlimited number of shikigami

"This is Kasahara Fukari. If you hang up on me again, an F-15 fighter jet will fly over Asakusa Shrine within ten minutes and drop some things down on it."

Ok.

The other person finished speaking in one breath, giving Fujiwara Izaya no time to interrupt.

“F15, throw something… Kasahara Mieri…” Fujiwara Izaya hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Who are you?”

On the other end of the receiver, Kasahara Fukaeri visibly paused, then took a deep breath and said in a cold tone, "Two weeks ago, you accepted my request, and to treat your employer with this attitude is extremely unprofessional!"

"Two weeks ago..." Fujiwara Izaya quickly recalled in his mind that there seemed to be such a thing, "You were introduced by Mr. Shimada?"

"Yes."

"I almost forgot."

"Come to the address I sent you at noon today," said Kasahara Fukari.

His tone remained cold and indifferent, lacking any emotional fluctuation, making him seem like an emotionless machine.

“Okay,” Fujiwara Izaya said, tucked his phone under his shoulder as he got out of bed, took off his pajama bottoms, and slowly put on his casual clothes. “How can I contact you when I arrive?”

“Long orange hair,” she said.

“Long orange hair, Kasahara…” In an instant, Fujiwara Izaya was startled and asked loudly, “Are you Asuka’s older sister?”

"Correct."

"..."

"Meet at 12 o'clock."

After delivering the information, Kasahara Fukaeri hung up the phone, her manner as crisp and efficient as her speaking style.

"My sister seems to have a lot of opinions about me..." Fujiwara Rinya scratched his messy hair, changed into casual clothes, washed up and went to the kitchen, cut bread and tomatoes, then put butter and cheese slices in them, and ate them with milk.

While having breakfast, he took the opportunity to organize the things he needed to do during the Golden Week holiday and wrote them down on sticky notes.

①The appointment with Kasahara Fukaeri (on the 29th)

② Inform Inspector Suzuki to collect Momose Hayami's belongings and bury her at Zenkokuji Temple (No. 1).

③ We received Mr. Kitahara and tricked him into contributing money and effort to repair the shrine (No. 2).

④ Go to Asuka's house to cut grass (time to be determined)

⑤ Perform an exorcism for Kawashima Miki (time to be determined)

"There's so much to do..."

Fujiwara Izaya smiled energetically, stuck the note on the refrigerator door, then picked up a broom and began cleaning inside and out.

The old cherry tree in the courtyard has almost lost all its petals, leaving only green leaves swaying in the wind. The season is rapidly transitioning to summer; the weeds, having soaked up plenty of rainwater in spring, are growing wildly, already reaching knee-high.

Whenever the wind blows, it brings the scent of hot, fresh grass.

While sweeping up the fallen petals, several stray cats jumped in from outside the wall. Since the garden of Asakusa Shrine seems to have been transplanted intact from the lush mountains and fields, the stray cats in the neighborhood have made it their playground and gathering place.

When he has free time, Fujiwara Izaya likes to sit on the porch and watch the cats, feeding them cat food.

He quite likes cats, except for sardines.

After cleaning the courtyard, I sat on the porch reading the book I had bought earlier, "The Spanish Civil War," when a small white female cat suddenly appeared and scratched at the wooden floor for a while.

"Hey," Fujiwara Izaya asked it, "can you turn into a catgirl?"

The little female cat opened her eyes: "Meow?"

“I know Nekomata, she can transform into a catgirl,” Fujiwara Izaya held up two fingers, “a catgirl with two tails. It’s a pity she went to Takamagahara with my dad, otherwise I could introduce you to her.”

"Meow~"

The little female cat stretched contentedly, then drifted off to sleep, inhaling the scent of the mountain god.

As noon approached, the breeze was gentle, and the sunlight turned into an indistinct, strange hue. The blue sky above the dense foliage was beautiful without a single cloud.

Before going to meet Kasahara Fukae, Fujiwara Izaya called out Yuki-onna and Jorogumo to watch over the house.

"Ah~"

As soon as the snow woman appeared, she floated directly onto her master, wrapped her arms around his neck, and begged for food.

Her soft, graceful body and refreshing coolness teased Fujiwara Izaya like a kitten's nose.

The little spider wasn't idle either.

After being occupied from the front by the snow woman, she had no choice but to wrap her arms around her master's chest from behind, pressing her master's head against her own chest. Then... she moved her mouth to the neck below her master's earlobe, gently licked it a few times with her tongue, and opened her mouth to bite down.

This is such a test of willpower!

"You can't do this!" Fujiwara Izaya pressed down on their heads and pushed them away, saying seriously, "Shikigami should act like shikigami, they can't stick to their masters all day long."

The snow woman tilted her head, looking at her master with a "Hmm?" expression.

"I want to eat~" Jorogumo continued to cling to her master's arm, refusing to let go.

She's a bit smarter than Olaf; she can not only express information using simple language, but she also knows how to seduce her owner. For example, like now, she rubs her arm against her chest to increase her owner's affection for her.

Fujiwara Izaya pulled his hand away.

Not only did she fail to pull it out, she pressed it even tighter.

The wrapping surface was very large, with a soft touch, leaving the skin clean and refreshed. After trying it, Fujiwara Izaya simply let the little spider tempt him.

Well……

Just treat her as a demon to help you cultivate, since she is a demon to begin with anyway.

The snow woman stepped forward, staring curiously at her master's arms, which were surrounded by enemies.

"Yukihime, close your eyes." Fujiwara Izaya turned his head helplessly. "Don't look, don't think, and don't imitate!"

The Snow Woman pouted in grievance, turned her face to the side, and remained silent.

Olaf is angry because his owner is biased!

"Come and eat, then be good and stay home." Fujiwara Ryūya took out two portions of food from the system and handed them to them with one hand.

Jorogumo then released her master's arm, held the spider snack her master had given her in both hands, and gently bit down. A stream of venom was released from her teeth, injected into the spider's interior, dissolving its contents, and then she slowly sucked the juice from inside.

Looking at her moving lips and swallowing throat, Fujiwara Rin had a bad feeling.

If she practices this skill persistently, she might become increasingly thin and weak in the future.

do not forget.

Besides the little spider, Olaf also practices diligently every day.

I need to continue to improve my physical condition... Thinking about his future plans, Fujiwara Izaya left the shrine and took the subway to keep his appointment.

It was an April day when the cherry blossoms had already fallen, the sunlight was the light of early summer, the vibrant green cherry trees swayed in the wind, and the vending machines gleamed. On such a day when he could feel happiness, he met his sister.

Chapter 60. Please don't contact me again, otherwise I'm afraid my sister will misunderstand.

The date location was in the Asakusa area, just one subway stop away, a music restaurant and bar with bar facilities.

When Izaya Fujiwara was working part-time, he performed here a few times and became very familiar with the madam of the shop.

"Oh, Fujiwara-kun, hello."

As soon as he entered the store, the previously listless madam raised her plump arm and greeted him with great enthusiasm.

"Hello, Eri-nee." Fujiwara Izaya nodded in response.

"Why did you come here today?" the madam asked expectantly.

"I have an appointment." Fujiwara Izaya raised his hand to check his watch. There were still five minutes until midnight. He smiled and ended the small talk. "I'd like to find a seat. Goodbye, Eri-nee."

"Goodbye!" The madam rested her chin on the counter, looking utterly dejected.

I walked from the bar to the dining area, looking around and searching.

European classical music was playing in the shop, and the oak floors were spotless. There weren't many people dining at the time, so he easily found his client.

A woman with long orange hair sat by the window, staring blankly and indifferently at the passersby outside.

She held a glass of whiskey in her hand; her skin was snow-white, and her fingers were long and slender.

This beautiful woman exudes a cool and aloof aura; her exact age is hard to discern, but it's certainly within her grasp.

"Are you Ms. Kasahara? I am Fujiwara Izaya."

Hearing the sound, Kasahara Fukari turned her head to look. Under the light of the chandelier, the boy's exceptionally handsome face was radiating a warm smile that would melt even the icebergs deep in Antarctica.

Unfortunately, it couldn't melt her heart.

"Keep your attitude in check, or my first impression of you will be greatly diminished." Kasahara Fukari wiped her lips with a napkin, her gaze towards Fujiwara Izaya carrying a cold, neutral undertone.

She had a pair of extremely dark eyes, with multiple shades of eye wrinkles blending together, making them very captivating. But Fujiwara Izaya felt it was a bit of a pity; those beautiful eyes lacked depth, as if they couldn't see anything at all, like the eyes of a mannequin.

However, the voice unexpectedly brought him a pleasant surprise; it was even colder than the voice on the phone, with each syllable having the texture of ice cubes hitting each other.

After Fujiwara Izaya sat down opposite her, Kasahara Fukari placed her hands on the table, her lips pressed into a straight line, staring directly at his face without saying a word, as if she were merely gazing at a landscape she had never seen before from afar.

The waiter came over, placed a glass of water and a menu on the table, and also gave us a freshly picked red rose.

Fujiwara Izaya straightened his back and took a sip of water.

She didn't speak, and he naturally didn't bother to ask, simply observing her silently.

She's said to be Asuka's older sister, but the two don't resemble each other much. She's equally beautiful, even more attractive than her sister, with striking features, a flawless figure, and just the right amount of makeup.

After a long while, the waiter who had been waiting by the side couldn't help but bend down slightly and ask, "Would you two like to order something?"

Kasahara Fukari was still looking at Fujiwara Izaya: "You order."

"Let's make it clear first, we'll split the bill," Fujiwara Izaya stated beforehand, then turned to the waiter and said, "Seafood cold platter, minced duck, grilled sea bream, celery-flavored grilled dairy beef, and a salad as well. I'll have sea urchin soup. What about you, Ms. Kasahara?"

“Onion soup,” Kasahara Fukaeri replied.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter bowed and noticed that the whiskey on the table was mostly drunk, so he asked, "Would you like another bottle? We have all kinds of red and white wines, and we can also make cocktails."

“I need to call you again,” Kasahara Fukaeri replied curtly.

"Okay." The waiter felt uneasy at her tone, quickly took the menu from Fujiwara Izaya, and fled to the kitchen as if escaping.

“This restaurant is very upscale,” Kasahara Fukari said, glancing at Fujiwara Izaya. “You seem to order very skillfully; do you eat here often?”