I have an unlimited number of shikigami

“It’s just that I’ve been working here for a long time,” Fujiwara Izaya shook his head. “Generally speaking, I rarely eat out by myself. Although I like to eat in noisy environments, I’m always worried that if I go to the restroom in the middle of the meal, the waiter will take away the food I haven’t finished.”

"Why do you like to dine in noisy environments?" Kasahara Fukari asked, leaning back in her chair.

She wore a blue silk dress with a light yellow sun-protective cardigan over it, both garments as light and delicate as gossamer wings. As she leaned back in her chair, the full, high curves of her breasts were prominently displayed.

Fujiwara Izaya awkwardly looked away, then lowered his head to drink water as if to hide his embarrassment.

"The noisier the place, the more at ease I feel when I eat, and I'm not afraid of being overheard talking to myself."

“Hmm,” Kasahara Fukaeri commented succinctly, “A weirdo!”

"What's so strange?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

"Aren't you going to ask me about the details of your commission?" Kasahara Fukaeri began to probe for information.

“You’ll say it when you want to,” Fujiwara Izaya shrugged.

Kasahara Fukaeri shrugged like him, without saying a word, but took out a thin menthol cigarette from her handbag on the table, lit it with a match from the store, and looked at him with an expression that seemed to urge him to continue.

“So, may I ask…” Just as he began to speak, the waiter brought over two small plates: a seafood platter and a vegetable salad. Fujiwara Izaya stopped talking and waited until the waiter left before continuing, “May I ask what request Ms. Kasahara requires of me?”

"Don't come near Asuka!" Kasahara Mieri said calmly.

“Uh, ma'am,” Fujiwara Izaya replied politely, “Asuka is my favorite junior, a genius in my eyes, and someone I admire. I'm afraid your request is…”

Kasahara Fukaeri exhaled a puff of white smoke: "Afraid of what?"

“It’ll cost extra!” Fujiwara Izaya replied.

“That’s easy.” Kasahara Fukari put her cigarette in the ashtray, took out a card from her handbag, and slowly pushed it toward him on the glass table: “I just opened this card today. There are 5000 million yen in it. The password is the last few digits of my phone number.”

"...?"

Fujiwara Izaya blinked.

"Sister, why don't you add a condition? Like, Asuka has to beat me up or something, otherwise I won't feel right taking this money."

"Just one condition." Kasahara Fukari picked up her cigarette again, her eyes cold.

"understand!"

Fujiwara Izaya readily pulled out his phone and opened Line.

The contact list only contained the junior student; the process of editing and sending the message was completed in one smooth motion.

Fujiwara: Asuka, please don't contact me again, or I'm afraid my sister will misunderstand.

"Alright, please check the results." Fujiwara Izaya held out the phone screen with one hand and put the card in his pocket with the other. "I've done it according to the boss's requirements. If any problems arise later, we'll only repair, not refund."

In an instant.

Kasahara Fukae's breathing became somewhat disordered, and her chest heaved rapidly with anger.

The expanding curve was quite pleasing to the eye. Fujiwara Izaya touched the 5000 million yen in his pocket and smiled to himself. What would it be like when the aloof and arrogant older sister and the lively and sexy younger sister started to fight?

Really been waiting.

Chapter 61. My Sister's Invitation

Exquisite dishes were served one after another, and the aroma of the food began to fill the air.

Kasahara Fukari ate her food in silence, as did Fujiwara Izaya. The intense midday sunlight poured onto the glass tabletop like droplets, and she occasionally poked at the bottom of her plate with her stainless steel fork, sometimes taking a sip of whiskey.

"Do you want some?" she suddenly asked, looking up.

“I won’t drink this,” Fujiwara Rinya said, cutting off a piece of minced duck meat and putting it in his mouth with a fork as he shook his head. “I can’t drink strong alcoholic beverages. I usually only drink beer and low-alcohol sake.”

"Waiter," Kasahara Fukari gestured, "a bottle of beer, please."

When the beer was served, Fujiwara Izaya took the glass and poured some into it.

Kasahara Fukari put down her fork, rested her chin on her hands, and stared coldly at the rising foam in her glass: "Who bought you the beer and sake?"

“Miss Kasahara, this is my private matter.” Fujiwara Izaya covered the beer can with both hands, looked at her face for a while, and seeing that she had no intention of giving up, he could only reply: “Is it alright if I pay ten times the price to have the shopkeeper sell to me without checking my age?”

“My intuition tells me you’re lying,” Kasahara Fukari lowered her hand, leaned back in her chair again, lifted her blue skirt, and crossed her long, beautiful legs under the table. “Unless you can tell me which store violated the rules by selling alcohol to minors.”

Fujiwara Izaya had originally planned to just casually name one.

But then he thought that she might go directly to verify, and might even shut down the store. In order not to affect innocent citizens, he could only tell the truth: "I had my dog ​​buy it for me."

"Dog?"

"An adult friend."

"Where is he?"

“Miss Kasahara, you’ve crossed the line.” Fujiwara Rin slowly divided the last bit of minced duck meat into two portions before looking at her seriously and saying, “Given our relationship, it doesn’t seem to have reached the point where I need to explain my private life.”

Kasahara Fukaeri remained silent for a long time, seemingly considering something else.

About three minutes later, as if she had rushed back from somewhere else, she picked up the now-melted whiskey and slowly sipped it. The grilled sea bream on the table emitted a rich, savory aroma.

"Let's get down to business."

Kasahara Fukaeri said calmly.

"I've been waiting for this for so long!" Fujiwara Izaya finished his sea urchin soup and straightened his posture.

To Kasahara Fukari, he looked as well-behaved as a kindergarten student preparing for class. But she was absolutely certain that it was all an act; this seemingly artistic boy definitely harbored a hidden evil beneath his surface.

“I know about the past of Asakusa Shrine,” she said.

Fujiwara Izaya's expression remained unchanged: "Which important person doesn't know? There's no need for Ms. Kasahara to repeat herself."

“That’s right, I said something obvious.” Kasahara Fukari nodded, then, as if she had just remembered, she took off her outer sun-protective shirt. Like a beautiful snake shedding its skin, her body wriggled out, leaving only a thin dress clinging to her skin.

She wasn't wearing jewelry or makeup.

Her breasts were truly eye-catching, and their shape was also very attractive, enough to draw attention. Fujiwara Izaya was originally sitting upright, but fearing that he might be unable to control his gaze and steal glances at her breasts, he had no choice but to lower his head and eat his food.

Kasahara Fukaeri placed her sun-protective shirt on the chair next to her, took the last sip of whiskey, and said, "Now we have to talk about important things."

“I would like to invite you to join Section Nine,” she said in a detached voice.

"What?" Fujiwara Izaya wondered if he had misheard.

“I would like to invite you to join Section 9,” Kasahara Fukari repeated, her tone as emotionless as a robot.

“Sorry,” Fujiwara Rinya shook his head decisively, “I’m not interested in this proposal. If this is all you want to talk about, you can pay the bill and leave.”

“Joining Section 9 is a guarantee for you.” Kasahara Fukari crossed her arms, her voice devoid of warmth. “You can operate independently of the existing judicial system, and even if you commit a crime, the prosecution has no right to file a case or arrest you; you can apply to access tens of thousands of classified files, and have the entire country’s intelligence agencies at your service; when participating in combat missions, a three-person team can request air support.”

She listed three privileges side by side, each one very tempting.

“That sounds really exciting…” To calm himself down, Fujiwara Izaya picked up his glass and took a sip of beer. “But I still have to refuse.”

Kasahara Fukari didn't say anything, but just silently observed him.

She didn't seem to mind the long silence, the tense atmosphere of the conversation, or the other person's expression.

Fujiwara Rinya, not wanting the stalemate to continue, had no choice but to explain: "For me, no amount of privilege can compare to freedom. I'm perfectly happy living alone and exorcising spirits by myself. Why should I join an organization with strict rules and regulations to constrain my behavior?"

"What is your understanding of freedom?" Kasahara Fukari asked, and before he could answer, she gave her own interpretation: "The ability to do anything you want?"

“Rather than saying you can do whatever you want, I’m more inclined to Rousseau’s statement.” Fujiwara Izaya looked up, trying hard to control his gaze. “Freedom is being able to choose not to do what you don’t want to do.”

“As a citizen, you have an obligation to do things you don’t want to do, such as paying taxes, maintaining national security, and abiding by public order and morality.” Kasahara Fukaeri refuted him by quoting Montesquieu: “To paraphrase Montesquieu: liberty is the right to do everything that is permitted by law. If you do something that is prohibited by law, then you are no longer free. Because other people also have this right.”

“Sorry, that assumption doesn’t apply to me.” Fujiwara Rinya finished the rest of his beer in one gulp. “From birth until now, I have never done anything illegal, so I am free for the time being.”

“You’ll break the law someday,” Kasahara Fukaeri said firmly.

"We'll talk about it when that day comes," Fujiwara Rin smiled noncommittally.

A waiter came over, removed the bone dish with trash from the table, and replaced it with a new one. After he turned and left, Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously, "I don't know you at all, why do you want me to join Section Nine?"

“My first thought is to get to know you,” Kasahara Fukari said.

His tone remained unchanged, cold and indifferent. Despite using somewhat ambiguous language, it did not evoke any romantic thoughts whatsoever.

"What do you know about me?" Fujiwara Izaya raised an eyebrow.

"I want to know everything about him, from head to toe. Especially how he grew up, his family background, and his purpose in coming to Tokyo."

"These are all trivial matters; Ms. Kasahara will get sleepy just listening to them."

“It’s alright,” Kasahara Fukaeri continued in her monotone voice, “I’ve always enjoyed digging into seemingly insignificant people; it often leads to unexpected discoveries.”

I can't stand this robot-like woman... Fujiwara Izaya smiled bitterly to himself.

Kasahara Fukaeri seemed to read his mind and asked directly, "Are you cursing me in your heart?"

“I’m afraid I’m not the only one who thinks this way,” Fujiwara Izaya said frankly. “Miss Kasahara, have you ever thought that you are often talked about behind your back?”

Kasahara Fukari was silent for a few seconds, then shrugged slightly: "Whatever."

"Who cares..." Fujiwara Izaya repeated, then laughed, his bright, youthful face looking at her: "I like that way of putting it. If our relationship could go further, I would tell you embarrassing things like whether I wet the bed as a child, but not now. Understand?"

“I understand.” Kasahara Fukari nodded slightly. “The second reason is that I need more people under my command.”

"Ok?"

“Over the past five years, there has been a surge in missing persons cases and paranormal crimes in the Tokyo area, especially in Taito Ward,” Kasahara Fukari explained. “The higher-ups at Section 9 suspect a connection between these two incidents, so they formed a special investigation team to investigate in Taito Ward. I’m the team leader. The team members were all temporarily assembled, and they lacked teamwork. I didn’t find them easy to use, which is why I wanted to invite you to join.”

"I'm afraid he still has the intention of monitoring me," Fujiwara Izaya asked tentatively.

“Yes.” Kasahara Fukari did not hide anything.

Fujiwara Izaya looked at her like she was an idiot: "Then I definitely can't join."

"That's enough for today. We'll meet again when you've thought it through." Kasahara Fukari picked up her handbag and sun-protective shirt, and got up to leave.

After standing up, I realized she was ridiculously tall; with heels, she was almost 1.8 meters tall.

I have to stand on tiptoe to be as tall as her with her shoes on... Fujiwara Izaya glanced at her perfectly proportioned long legs and reminded her, "Miss Kasahara, let's split the bill."

Kasahara Fukari turned around, pulled a wad of cash from her bag, and placed it directly on the table without counting it.

"Wait a minute, let me calculate..." Fujiwara Izaya picked up the money.

"No need." Kasahara Fukaeri strode out of the store, her graceful figure disappearing quickly behind her.

"..."

To be fair, Fujiwara Izaya likes women who don't treat money like money.