I have an unlimited number of shikigami

The song has a light and catchy tune, a strong rhythm, and powerful lyrics. As Izaya Fujiwara sang it, he couldn't help but tap his leg.

Kasahara Fukari said nothing.

Fine lines gathered between her brows, and her lips remained tightly closed until Fujiwara Izaya finished singing before she asked, "What are you trying to express?"

"Do you know what this song is called?" Fujiwara Izaya asked in return.

Kasahara Fukaeri shook her head.

“Call it ‘Monster’!” Fujiwara Izaya leaned out, pressing down on her recliner, and said with a snarl, “A really scary monster, like this, aww~”

As he spoke, he made a comical, fierce expression and made a grabbing motion in front of her.

"Pfft~" Kasahara Fukari couldn't help but chuckle, then immediately bit her lower lip, waiting for the laughter to subside before coldly saying, "I understand. I'll keep it a secret until you do something illegal."

"Thank you so much!"

Fujiwara Izaya clasped his hands together and bowed slightly to her.

Then, he looked up, a pure smile blooming on his face: "Ms. Kasahara, could you do me a favor?"

"Speak first." Kasahara Fukaeri lowered her bent leg and gently stretched it out.

"Please, Ms. Kasahara, spread the word that I am a monster."

"boom--"

Kasahara Fukae fell off the recliner, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"What did you say?" She wondered if she had misheard.

“I said, please spread the word that I am a monster.” Fujiwara Izaya repeated, then added, “And then, have the Onmyōryō hold a big meeting and arrest me for criticism. The more people there are, the bigger the commotion, the better, ideally so that everyone knows.”

"..."

Kasahara Fukari straightened up slightly, peeking out from the recliner with only her eyes, and carefully examined his face for a moment: "Are you crazy?"

“No, no, on the contrary, I’m clear-headed like never before.” Fujiwara Izaya poked his head with his fingertip. “Everything is hidden in this little head of mine. The opportunity to make a name for myself is right in front of me, and I’ll regret it to death if I miss it.”

Kasahara Fukaeri shook her head.

I took a few deep breaths and searched my mind for words, but I couldn't find any.

"It's not illegal!" Fujiwara Izaya assured him. "Absolutely not illegal. I won't break the law, and I won't let you break it either."

Kasahara Fukaeri was still thinking.

Just then, Kawashima Miki, who had just put on her clothes, called out from the corridor, "Lunch is ready, you two hurry up!"

“Come on, let’s eat and talk.” Fujiwara Izaya held out his hand to her.

Kasahara Fukarei hesitated for a moment, then gently took his hand in hers.

We held hands for quite a long time.

Unlike her cold demeanor, her small hands were delicate and warm, their unexpected softness revealing a hint of the shrewdness she had hidden.

Then, Kawashima Miki, sporting a dangerously styled hairstyle, slowly walked out of the passageway.

Looking at their clasped hands, she frowned slightly, looking beautiful and endearing, while also revealing the young wife's resentment towards her philandering husband.

Chapter 88. The Leg Stretching Out from Under the Table

Lunch consisted of boiled chicken breast and boiled fish, served with a green salad.

The meal was divided into three portions and served on three plates. It looked quite appealing, but the portion size was far too small. The taste was also very mild, typical of a fitness meal.

Fujiwara Izaya took a bite of chicken and said to Kawashima Miki, who was sitting opposite him, "Next time, make something better. I didn't eat this blandly."

"Snapped……"

Kawashima Miki unzipped a can of chilled beer and gripped it tightly in her hand.

The can was squeezed slightly, and a rich foam gushed out, instantly wetting the tablecloth.

snort!

How dare you speak to me like a husband!

"Aren't you going to drink?" Fujiwara Izaya asked, looking at the beer in her hand.

"..." Kawashima Miki's face stiffened, and she said defiantly, "It'll make me fat, I won't drink it!"

"Then why are you still opening it?" Fujiwara Ryaya snatched the beer can from her hand, took a swig, and let out a satisfied sigh. "Eat your food, why are you glaring at me?"

Kawashima Miki picked up a piece of chicken breast and chewed it fiercely.

“Um…” Kasahara Fukari suddenly spoke, her voice hesitant.

The other two turned to look at her. Her expression was slightly unnatural, and she opened her mouth, but couldn't say much.

"Is there a problem?" Kawashima Miki asked, puzzled.

"Uh...it's okay now."

Kasahara Fukaeri bit her lower lip and shook her head shyly.

"I'm going to the kitchen for a bit, wait for me." Fujiwara Izaya left his seat and walked towards the kitchen.

"Thank you." Kasahara Fukaeri nodded gently to him.

Kawashima Miki's questioning gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then glanced at the kitchen before finally returning to the empty plate in front of her. She asked with some surprise, "Did he go to get you something to eat?"

"Ah."

Kasahara Fukaeri nodded slightly.

"...Why are they so good to you!" Kawashima Miki's expression showed a hint of jealousy.

“He knows I have a big appetite,” Kasahara Fukae explained. “This little bit of food is not enough to fill me up, so please don’t mind.”

"This is my house!" Kawashima Miki's gaze swept over the kitchen as she complained, "Using my kitchen in my own home, and using the ingredients I bought to cook for another woman, this brat is so annoying!"

Kasahara Fukaeri briefly analyzed the meaning of this sentence.

Then she asked, "You got into character so quickly?"

"..."

Kawashima Miki's body tensed up instantly. Feeling guilty, she lowered her head and shoveled vegetable salad into her mouth, muttering, "I didn't, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

Kasahara Fukari didn't speak, she just quietly looked at her.

Stared at by that emotionless gaze, Kawashima Miki clearly lacked confidence. She glared into the kitchen and forced a smile, saying, "Whether that brat lives or dies is none of my business... No, I wish I could just kill him!"

Suddenly, a clicking sound came from my ear.

The two women looked out into the corridor and saw that it was Jorogumo, who had been playing in the water, coming over.

The moment Jorogumo saw Kawashima Miki, she felt an immediate sense of warmth and affection. She walked briskly to the table, wrapped her arms around Kawashima Miki's neck, and called out affectionately, "Silly girl, silly girl, let's go find our master together with the little spider."

"..."

Kawashima Miki's face darkened.

Stop yelling!

Stop yelling!

If you keep scolding me, I'll really go stupid!

"Where is the master?" Jorogumo looked around the dining room.

"died!"

Kawashima Miki said through gritted teeth.

She dared not let that idiot go to Fujiwara Izaya, otherwise she might be thoroughly groped again.

“Over there.” Kasahara Fukari pointed to the kitchen.

With a twist of her waist, Jorogumo pounced toward her master.

Kawashima Miki shuddered instantly, looking at her with tears welling up in her eyes: "Miss Kasahara, what have I done to offend you...?"

"?" Kasahara Fukari looked at her in confusion.

"Oh well, it's all fate..." Kawashima Miki muttered, her expression somewhat forlorn.

"How long have you been in Tokyo?" Kasahara Fukaeri suddenly asked.

At this moment, she had an unusually focused expression on her face, her mouth slightly open like an animal hunting its prey, and her eyes were unfathomable.

Kawashima Miki then remembered.

This is a female police officer from Section 9, someone who is on the opposite side of me.

“Ten years,” Kawashima Miki replied, leaning back in her chair as if relaxing. “It’s not easy to have worked your way up from a small restaurant to where you are now.”

"Where are you from?"

"Shikoku, Aichi Prefecture".

"A good place." Kasahara Fukaeri's smile relaxed slightly.

With complete identification, Kawashima Miki wasn't worried that she could find out anything. While eating her salad, she said, "It's a small town with hardly anyone around, and all you can see are mountains and the sea."

"Hearing you say that, I'd like to go and stay there for a while too."

"A week is the limit. Beautiful things have an expiration date; you get tired of them after a while."

That's all.

Kawashima Miki's hand suddenly trembled.

Her gaze became somewhat unfocused, and a blush crept onto her cheeks, even spreading towards her neck.

"Ok?"

Kasahara Fukae looked at her with a puzzled expression.

We were having a nice chat, why are you suddenly shy?

"It's nothing, I'm just a little drunk..." Kawashima Miki lowered her eyes, gritting her teeth to hold it in.

Ah!