I have an unlimited number of shikigami

“Alright, let’s move on to the second point.” Fujiwara Izaya kept patting her back or almost kissing her earlobe by pressing his lips to her ear, using intimate gestures to distract her. “Your husband was a bald spider demon, and I killed him.”

Kawashima Miki shrank her shoulders as if she were ticklish.

Another gust of damp wind blew in from the eaves of the seaside veranda, and she whispered, "I have a blood feud with you for killing my husband!"

“But you’re a fake,” Fujiwara Izaya tilted his head, looking at her face, which resembled that of a lovelorn woman, with her eyes closed and letting the breeze blow. “You’re not saddened by his death at all; you’re even somewhat relieved. That’s why you’re so eager to approach me and begin to carry out your plan to seize the Asakusa Shrine land.”

Kawashima Miki slowly nodded, her face turned toward the gloomy sky.

Since he already guessed it, there's no point in denying it. Just kill him or torture him as you see fit.

“So, Madam tricked me into going to the Empress's Palace under the pretense of exorcising spirits, trying to make me stay there overnight.” Fujiwara Izaya said, stroking her slightly damp hair from the wind. “Secretly, you had someone exorcise the Asakusa Shrine overnight, just to force me to submit.”

Kawashima Miki remained silent.

She simply wrapped her arms around his neck, rested her chin on his shoulder, and watched the rain in the courtyard.

Dark Raven, watching from the oleander, couldn't even tell who had made the first move in their embracing posture.

"But what I'm curious about is, why did you suddenly stop, Madam?" Fujiwara Rinya held her tightly, with no gap between their bodies, not even a gust of wind could get through.

Kawashima Miki was still holding him, not replying or moving.

"It's been almost half a month, I've been waiting so long." Fujiwara Izaya moved his lips closer to the edge of her sweet oval face. "Madam, could you please do me a favor?"

Kawashima Miki frowned suspiciously: "...Speak!"

"Could you please not be so cute?"

"……What do you mean!"

“If she’s too cute,” Fujiwara Izaya said, “I won’t let her go.”

The wind rustled through the courtyard, rustling the oleander leaves and her hair. Kawashima Miki lowered her gaze and stared intently at Fujiwara Izaya: "You said you wouldn't bother me if I found the culprit."

“Yes,” Fujiwara Izaya said seriously, “Please speak, Madam.”

The conversation was moving too fast, and Kawashima Miki's mind couldn't keep up.

She paused for a moment, then gently lifted her chin away from his shoulder.

He silently adjusted his breathing, and after a few seconds, he rested his chin back on that strong shoulder.

"After that day, it was no longer my responsibility..."

As she spoke, Kawashima Miki tightened her arms around Fujiwara Izaya's neck, as if seeking comfort.

“The person who will replace Araki Taro has arrived,” she tried to feign a smile but failed. “From that day on, he will be in charge of your affairs. I will not concern myself with anything before we get the land; I will only be responsible for the subsequent development.”

After she finished speaking, she seemed to deflate all her energy.

She lay limply against Fujiwara Izaya, not moving at all.

The trees were bathed in the rain, shimmering with the vibrant green unique to early summer. The distant rumble of trams sounded like a faint murmur, and Kawashima Miki felt a sense of peace, as if she were being protected by the rain.

"Are you not reconciled?" Fujiwara Izaya asked calmly.

"..." Kawashima Miki buried her face in his shoulder, feeling down.

She didn't want to do this, but she couldn't control herself. Faced with the organization's immense power, a sense of powerlessness welled up inside her.

"According to your original plan, how did you intend to treat me afterwards?" Fujiwara Izaya stroked her hair, his tone as gentle as could be.

"What happened next..." Kawashima Miki began, her voice dry.

She cleared her throat, calming herself down from her confusion.

Now is not the time to be discouraged, at least not in front of this brat… Besides, make things clear, let him fight New Number Ten, ideally to a draw, so that I can benefit from it… Thinking this, Kawashima Miki said, “I heard from Director Takeuchi that if you use divine power on ordinary people, you will be stripped of your priesthood. At the same time, since there is no heir, the land of Asakusa Shrine will lose its religious land status and be handed over to the Onmyōryō (Bureau of Yin and Yang) for subsequent development. It can be used for commercial, civilian, or continued religious purposes.”

“Yes, I understand.” Fujiwara Izaya nodded. “First, they demolished the shrine, then forced me to use divine power against ordinary people, and stripped me of my priesthood.”

Kawashima Miki replied indifferently, "That's how it is. But that's none of my business anymore, so please don't bother me."

“What do you mean it’s none of your business?” Fujiwara Izaya said seriously. “At least you ordered my shrine to be demolished. My home is gone. How can you not compensate me?”

"...Bastard!" Kawashima Miki looked at the oleander tree and muttered impatiently, "How much? Just name a price, and we'll be even!"

Huh?

She was suddenly surprised to find that there were some particularly plump-looking crows on the oleander tree.

"How can family matters be measured by money?" Fujiwara Izaya raised an eyebrow and said sarcastically, "Madam has no sincerity at all. At the very least, you should say, 'Then let me and you form a family.'"

"..."

Upon hearing such shameless words, a beautiful blush instantly rose on Kawashima Miki's mature and delicate oval face.

I don't know if she was shy or angry at Fujiwara Izaya.

"Croak~!"

A piercing cry came from the oleander tree.

Fuming, Kawashima Miki shuddered and nervously glanced towards the source of the caw. She found it was that clumsy, large crow, its beak wide open, staring at her with what seemed like a mocking look.

"roll!"

"If you don't get out of here, I'll roast you!"

Kawashima Miki cursed angrily.

If I can't vent my anger on Fujiwara Izaya, surely I can at least deal with you, you little crow?

"Quack quack~"

The raven flapped its wings excitedly, laughing at the foolish woman.

Those cries were like thorns, piercing deep into Kawashima Miki's heart.

Waaah~

I'm so stupid, really.

Even a crow is mocking me like this; what's the point of living?

“Oh, right, there’s another question,” Fujiwara Izaya said. “I got a bead from Mount Hidehiko from Bald Spider and took it to the place of origin to verify its origin. It was a set of 10 beads customized by a big client, and this bead I have is number 10.”

"..."

Kawashima Miki's expression was somewhat blank, surprised that he even knew this.

“I also know that the Sequence 9 bead is in Jorogumo’s hands.” Fujiwara Izaya frowned seriously, his gaze fixed on her like a nail. “Madam, you and Jorogumo have a very good relationship, don’t you?”

"I am Jorogumo..." Kawashima Miki turned her face away, panting heavily with anger.

She didn't know whether to respond to the topic or not... She couldn't just tell him directly, "Yes, yes, I am Jorogumo. I also feel it when you touch your shikigami's butt, right?"

“I always feel,” Fujiwara Izaya murmured to himself, “that I have a special fondness for Spider Girl. I really hope I can find Jorogumo-san and have a chat with her.”

abnormal!

"Can you please stop bringing up Spider Girl all the time?" Kawashima Miki was very sensitive to this issue.

"I'm happy to, are you jealous?" Fujiwara Izaya smiled smugly.

Why would I be jealous of myself... Kawashima Miki snorted in annoyance, thinking to herself that a brat is a brat, holding the Empress and still stupidly looking for her, he's really stupid to the extreme.

"Alright, let's get back to the main topic." Fujiwara Izaya's smile faded. "Could you tell me about the organization?"

Kawashima Miki refused without hesitation: "No!"

"A gagging spell?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

Kawashima Miki's expression shifted rapidly, like the surface of a lake ruffled by a strong wind.

After a long silence, she gave a wry smile: "How do you know everything?"

“When we were at the Kitahara family’s construction site, we encountered a few spider girls,” Fujiwara Izaya patted her butt. “Before they died, they uttered the word ‘silencing curse’.”

"..."

Kawashima Miki fell silent for a moment.

To process this fact, she didn't even bother to dwell on the fact that Fujiwara Rin had patted her butt.

Even now, the Black Spider Group members are still foolishly convinced that everything is normal at the Kitahara family's construction site. Today, they even plan to put pressure on Kitahara Takaki directly at the ceremony to force him to cooperate obediently... Thinking about it this way, Araki Jiro is really incredibly stupid.

"Is the organization very powerful?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.

Kawashima Miki nodded silently.

"Suppose I take you away now, to hide far, far away," Fujiwara Izaya asked her, "is that possible?"

“It’s not that easy…” Kawashima Miki replied subconsciously.

Then, she realized what she had done and glared at him: "Who wants to hide with you!"

"Haha, we'll talk about that later. Let's sort out another issue first." Fujiwara Izaya looked at her and said in a calm voice, "You have a big plan, and you're secretly accumulating power for it, even at the cost of killing many innocent people."

"I didn't kill him..." Kawashima Miki retorted indignantly.

“But you were indirectly involved,” Fujiwara Izaya said, holding her waist and lifting her up a little. “I won’t let you off the hook for now, and I also won’t let that organization behind you go.”

“You’ll die.” Kawashima Miki raised her beautiful eyebrows mockingly. “I regret to make this clear to you, brat, that’s not possible. You’ll be facing a fierce and massive force that can tear you to pieces finer than insects.”

"Are you worried about me?" Fujiwara Ryūya pinched the tip of her nose with his hand.

"Don't be so arrogant!" Kawashima Miki slapped his hand away, her face grim. "Please stop bothering me. Otherwise, the organization will definitely not let you go. Killing you is as easy as crushing an ant. Even if you change your name, move, or even get plastic surgery, it won't work. They will find you one day and punish you severely. Don't think I'm just joking. We have established such a tight, violent, and unyielding system. It's a mountain you can't face."

Fujiwara Izaya looked at her with a smile, his expression showing no fear whatsoever.

“You really will die!” Kawashima Miki was furious at his nonchalant attitude and emphasized loudly, “You will be driven to the brink and punished. The punishment will be more cruel than you can imagine. They are a group of fanatical believers.”

"It's alright." Fujiwara Izaya shook his head calmly.

Kawashima Miki gave a noncommittal "humph," inwardly mocking his recklessness.

A moment of silence fell under the eaves. The wind that blew in seemed to fill the gaps in their conversation, stirring the new green leaves and raindrops. The surrounding leaves rustled softly, and all sorts of wild birds continued to sing merrily.

In that instant, Kawashima Miki suddenly noticed that the crow had flown over and landed next to the two of them.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a tengu, kneeling respectfully before Fujiwara Izaya: "Young Master!"

What?

Little Lord?

Kawashima Miki stared blankly at Fujiwara Izaya's slightly immature but resolute eyes, feeling a sense of unreality.