I have an unlimited number of shikigami

He felt that concentrating all the strength of the Black Spider Group, plus his own mid-level demon general strength, wasn't safe enough. He had to ask the organization for help. Even if the Demon King couldn't spare the resources for the time being, sending two high-level demon generals would be helpful; otherwise, he was genuinely worried.

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The rain was heavy, and the cars on the street all had their headlights on, their tires splashing water everywhere.

Inside the yellow Ferrari, an FM radio program was playing a short symphony by Janáček. Kawashima Miki, her small hands gripping the steering wheel, hummed along off-key.

Kasahara Fukaeri leaned heavily on the passenger's hand, closing her eyes to listen.

The beautiful sound of wind instruments playing in unison entered her mind, but she didn't hear it. She was thinking more about Fujiwara Izaya. He could escape today, but what about tomorrow? No matter how long he ran, there would always be a day when he had to face it, unless he decided to stop living as a human.

From the day he stepped into Tokyo, countless people have been speculating about his identity.

His background is shrouded in mystery, and his stunning performance in Tokyo during that year speaks volumes about his extraordinary origins, yet no one knows exactly how he grew up.

More accurately, some people have speculated in that direction, but no one has any evidence to prove it.

This kind of thing is infuriating.

Kasahara Fukari watched him frolic for over a year, letting him live a carefree and happy life for over a year.

To be fair, even if a yokai is innocent, they won't be arrested as long as they don't break the law. But as for priests, forget about it; just obediently hand over the shrine to the Onmyōryō (Bureau of Yin and Yang) for confiscation.

As she pondered, Kasahara Fukaeri felt somewhat lost again.

In the past year or so, Fujiwara Izaya's character was actually more noble and perfect than any other clergyman she knew. She could hardly see any flaws in him (not counting his greed for money).

Even if he's a yokai, he's more like a priest than anyone else... Thinking about these things is pointless; the rules established thousands of years ago are not something Kasahara Fukaeri can shake.

As one of the beneficiaries of the current system, she has no reason to oppose the rules.

The road was congested, and the yellow Ferrari was sandwiched between two trucks, crawling slowly forward.

In a Toyota Corolla in the adjacent lane, a middle-aged couple was arguing loudly. Kasahara Fukari leaned back in her seat, deep in thought, while Kawashima Miki listened to the radio.

The sky was still overcast, and the heavy rain had thoroughly washed the world clean. The huge billboards along the roadside, cleansed of dust, shone brightly.

“Eh,” Kawashima Miki suddenly asked, “how did you and Fujiwara Izaya meet?”

“I’m not familiar with him!” Kasahara Fukaeri replied coldly.

"Oh, I understand."

A smile appeared on Kawashima Miki's face, which could be interpreted in various ways.

After a while, she asked again, "Are you a high-ranking member of Section Nine?"

"Mm." Kasahara Fukaeri nodded slightly.

"So young, yet she's managed to climb to such a high position," Kawashima Miki said, tapping her fair fingertips lightly on the steering wheel to the music. "Her family must be very well-off, right? The kind that's either rich or powerful."

Kasahara Fukari frowned slightly, not wanting to discuss this topic.

Kawashima Miki tilted her head and looked her over. "Unlike me, my family was so poor that I was forced to start working before I even finished high school."

She wore a black suit with a light brown spring coat over it, her mouth pressed tightly shut. Calling her a great beauty, just like myself, wouldn't be an exaggeration. The problem was, however, that her face was extremely expressionless; she hadn't smiled once the entire way. Her eyes were like those of a skilled surveillance officer, utterly cold and indifferent.

After watching for a while, Kawashima Miki laughed and said, "I really envy you, a child from a wealthy family. You can receive the best education and work as you please without having to worry about others' opinions or giving them attitude... But I'm miserable. I have to entertain people with smiles every day."

“You’re very rich now,” Kasahara Fukaeri said in a emotionless voice.

“What’s the use of money…” Kawashima Miki shook her head. “Being the owner of a brothel can’t compare to the respect you get as a policewoman. Life, tsk tsk…”

At this point, she gave a wry smile and rubbed her eyes for a while, her expression tinged with sadness.

A moment of silence.

The music stopped, and the carriage was quiet.

Kasahara Fukari felt she should say something, and after her gaze swept around a few times, she pointed to the car stereo: "The sound quality is very good."

Kawashima Miki nodded: "Do you know who composed that piece of music just now?"

“Yannachek,” Kasahara Fukaeri answered accurately.

“Yannachek,” Kawashima Miki repeated, as if she had memorized this important promise.

The Ferrari drove into Yoshiwara, its headlights illuminating the lush greenery along the roadside, bringing familiar scenery into view. Kawashima Miki drove into the parking lot, parked the car, and turned off the engine.

The two remained motionless, sitting inside the car and waiting.

Everything inside the car stopped. The sound of the air conditioner disappeared, the lights went out, and only the scent of rose perfume, which had been lingering in the dashboard and seats for years, wafted gently to the nose.

Kasahara Fukaeri thought for a long time and came up with a sentence.

"Life is inherently unfair."

"Whose words?"

John F. Kennedy.

Who came?

"The 35th President of the United States."

"Oh, the one who got assassinated in a convertible."

"Not going home?"

"Let's wait for that brat to come along."

How did he know you were here?

"That dog has a very keen sense of smell."

"Oh……"

After another brief silence, Kasahara Fukaeri suddenly asked, "Are you really going to wash it clean for him?"

"..." Kawashima Miki was taken aback, then burst out laughing, her voluptuous body trembling slightly. "Yeah, do you want to see?"

Kasahara Fukaeri thought about this topic very seriously.

She shook her head a second before Fujiwara Izaya appeared: "I don't want to look."

The next second, Fujiwara Izaya, who was soaking wet, knocked on the driver's side window.

Kawashima Miki rolled down the car window, smiled sweetly, and asked, "Little brother, what can I do for you?"

"I wasn't looking for you!" Fujiwara Izaya shoved her face away and looked at Kasahara Mieri in the passenger seat: "Miss Kasahara, would you like to come up and have a seat?"

"Ahhh!"

Kawashima Miki bit his wrist directly.

Fujiwara Izaya used his other hand to open the car door from the inside, pulled her out, and tucked her around his waist like a drum.

"Don't hit him!" Kawashima Miki warned.

“We’ll fight when we get home!” Fujiwara Rinya said, holding a grudge.

"Put me down!"

"Don't let it go!"

"Do you believe I'll cry in front of you?"

"Cry."

"I'm crying! I'm crying!"

After a while of commotion, Fujiwara Izaya finally put Kawashima Miki down and carefully straightened her collar.

After silently observing for a while, Kasahara Fukari nodded gently: "Okay."

The three left the parking lot and took the elevator to the ninth floor.

As soon as she entered, Kawashima Miki kicked Fujiwara Izaya in the butt and scolded, "Go take a shower right now, don't make my house dirty."

Fujiwara Izaya turned around and waited for her: "You're very bold, Madam!"

Kawashima Miki is now dressed as a typical widow, wearing a black silk mourning dress, a black belt, carrying a small cloth bag, her hair elegantly and sadly tied up at the back of her head, and her slender white neck peeking out from her collar.

"Humph!"

Kawashima Miki looked very unhappy.

She glanced at her watch and said impatiently, "It's almost noon. Go take a shower, then say what you want to say, and then get lost!"

Fujiwara Izaya gave a dry "oh" and walked towards the pool, following the location he remembered.

Kasahara Mieri watched them interact for a while before bending down to take off her high heels and coat. Led by Kawashima Miki, her stockinged feet stepped across the soft carpet into the rest area.

This is the ninth floor of the Empress's residence. The rest area is spacious and large, and the Tokyo Skytree can be clearly seen from the balcony.

There wasn't much furniture, but it was all quite stylish and clearly expensive. The crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the table lamps were all in the Italian style.

“What a nice room,” Kasahara Fukari exclaimed.

"It can even be used as a photography studio, right?"

"I have that feeling."

“The designs we get from designers are all like this…” Kawashima Miki shrugged and laughed self-deprecatingly, “It’s just a pity that they’re all show and no substance, they don’t have a single bit of life in them.”

As Kasahara Fukaeri read aloud from a textbook, she said, "Isn't it enough to create a sense of everyday life?"

“The problem is that there’s no life.” Kawashima Miki said, mimicking her expressionless face.

Kasahara Fukaeri fell silent, a cold expression appearing on her face that said, "Our relationship isn't close enough to discuss this."

"You're not good at talking, you'll suffer a lot in the future..." Kawashima Miki laughed a few times, unbuckled her belt, took off her mourning clothes, and walked naked into the kitchen wearing only her underwear.

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.

“Ice water is fine,” Kasahara Fukari replied.

“Water is fine,” Kawashima Miki said, pouring water from the kettle into a cup, not forgetting to tease, “You’re cold enough already, why would you want to drink this… Ah, you dog!”

The cup slammed onto the table with a thud.

Feeling a faint, strange sensation of being hit on her buttocks, Kawashima Miki, her face flushed, stormed towards the pool in a huff.

Chapter 86. Kawashima Miki gradually becomes prey.

Kawashima Miki's private swimming pool is luxurious.