Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

By 7 p.m., when it was getting dark, they had finished the sixth [Difficulty 3] mission and found a hot spring inn to rest.

Inside the hotel, the receptionist's eyes gleamed as she scanned Kotegawa Kami and Shirakawa Nozomi's faces without blinking.

Shirakawa Kurumi was very displeased. She stood in front of the two people, her beautiful eyes slightly widened: "Three single rooms!"

"Two rooms will do!" Shirakawa Nozomi quickly added.

Although he made a lot of money today, he was still struggling to make ends meet and had a lot of debt. So if he had to stay in a single room by himself, he would rather sleep outside with his motorcycle.

Kotekawa Kami was a little hungry and didn't want to argue: "One single room and one double room."

"Yes, I understand."

They completed a simple registration, and the waiter carefully examined the information, took out two keys, gestured towards the corridor to the side, and said softly, "This way, guests."

The three of them followed her up to the second floor.

The waiter opened a single room and turned on the light, revealing a room even larger than the Mikazuki family's house.

Shirakawa Kurumi looked around with her hands behind her back and nodded slightly.

Okay.

She reached for the key, but saw the waiter hand it to Shirakawa Nozomi and say softly, "Please get some rest. If you need anything, you can call the front desk, and I'll rush in right away."

Shirakawa Kurumi was taken aback.

Shirakawa Nozomi frowned as he held the keys. He glanced at Kotekawa Kami, then at his older sister, and his frown deepened.

Seeing that he was hungry and had no interest in fussing over anything, Kotekawa Kami simply took the key from his hand and tossed it to Shirakawa Kurumi, casually saying, "Please take us to another guest room. There's dinner provided, right?"

The waiter bowed and said, "Yes, we do offer complimentary dinner, but our dining time for tonight has ended. I'm so sorry."

"Oh, we can buy it ourselves."

The double room is actually located diagonally opposite Shirakawa Kurumi. It's a room that's about half the size of a single room and also has a small balcony.

Kami Kotekawa patiently dismissed the reluctant waiter, closed the door, stretched, and said, "Let's eat first! We'll go to the hot springs after we eat!"

Shirakawa Nozomi, who was sitting cross-legged packing his backpack, said without turning his head, "We can eat, but let's pay separately."

"Whatever!"

Kami Kotekawa didn't mind. He called the parrot out of the bag, let it out, and told it to stay in the house by itself. He would bring the beans back later.

I don't know what Yingbailang did last night. He was drowsy all day. He curled up in a corner and fell fast asleep.

After putting their things away, they took their keys and went out. When Shirakawa Kurumi came out, they discussed whether to have dinner at the hotel or go out to find a restaurant.

Nozomi Shirakawa suggested going wherever it was cheapest.

Kurumi Shirakawa didn't mind, but she wanted to go outside for a walk.

Kotekawa Kami remembered something and said to Shirakawa Nozomi, "Get me two walnut rice balls; I'll mix them with rice later."

Shirakawa Nozomi was taken aback, gave him a strange look, and then turned around and went back to his room to get rice balls.

This guy actually thinks his older sister's rice balls are delicious?

What a bizarre taste!

Chapter 111 Good Legs

The rumbling thunder grew louder as it approached, accompanied by a string of large raindrops.

It's started raining again.

It has been raining all day in Tokyo.

A light drizzle, accompanied by a gentle but chilly breeze, seemed to be trying to blow time back to winter.

In front of the coffee shop, Mikazuki stamped his little feet, leaned out to look at both sides of the road, and after confirming that there were no cars, he put his backpack on his head with one hand and protected his chest with the other, and stepped into the rain.

And then some bastard stole her umbrella.

Ignoring the occasional shouts and calls along the way, Mikazuki ran all the way to the door of Kotegawa's house, opened and locked the door with the key in his hand, then walked over and opened the foyer door, and closed and locked it again.

Despite her quick movements, she still got soaked to the bone.

His whole body was soaking wet.

She pursed her lips, and in her mind, she once again used a hammer to smash the bastard who stole her umbrella into dust.

The dark room was quiet and still, warm and with a tranquil atmosphere, much like the Kote River...

Mikazuki Seisakusaku took off her shoes, shook her hair, and waited until her clothes were no longer dripping wet before walking barefoot into the entryway. She walked all the way to the French windows in the living room, glanced up at the tightly closed curtains of the second-floor window opposite, and then drew her own curtains.

She didn't turn on the living room light, but went to the bathroom in the dark, closed and locked the small window that was half-open, checked the surroundings, took off her wet clothes and threw them into the laundry tub, wrapped herself in a folded bath towel, and went to the bedroom. She checked the window and then drew the curtains.

Then she went to the second and third floors to check all the windows. After confirming that there were no problems, she returned to the first floor, went into the bathroom, closed the door, untied her towel and underwear, and under the beautiful and harmonious holy light that filled the room, turned on the shower and took a hot shower.

About half an hour later, Mikazuki Haruka, who had just finished a fragrant and warm bath, wrapped herself in a bath towel, hung her washed and spun-dry clothes on a hanger, and then quickly went to the entrance hall to get her bag before returning to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Mikazuki, dressed in his pajamas, entered Kotegawa Kami's bedroom with his phone. After hesitating for a moment, he took his blanket and went to the sofa in the living room. Outside, the rain was pouring down, hitting the French windows of the living room with a pattering sound, as if something was constantly banging on the windows.

She silently turned around, grabbed the blanket, and ran back to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.

She crawled into bed.

A warm feeling and a familiar scent immediately enveloped her.

Clutching the corner of the blanket, she gently sniffed, her already rosy cheeks flushed even more after her bath.

[It's raining again! Is it raining in Tokyo too? You should be off work by now, right? Feel free to use whatever you have at home. There's some herbal tea, dried fruit, and other odds and ends in the fridge. Don't hesitate to help yourself if you're hungry...]

Mikazuki curled up in bed, looking at the messages she had just received. She subconsciously typed "[Yes, thank you very much]", but when she was about to click reply, it felt a bit too abrupt. After thinking for a moment, she added a line of text after it.

[It's raining in Tokyo too. I'm already at my house in Furudegawa, and the rain is heavy.]

Not long after, a photo was sent over.

It's a selfie of Kami Kotekawa, with a chicken leg in her mouth and a thumbs-up, looking like she's in an advertisement praising the deliciousness of the chicken leg.

Eat well and sleep well.

Her lips curved into a smile, and her eyes shimmered with a gentle light.

[Yes, you too...]

Who are you chatting with?

In the dining hall of the hot spring inn, Shirakawa Kurumi, who was holding a braised pork knuckle in both hands, asked curiously.

Her eating style was quite bold, even Kotekawa Kami felt somewhat ashamed of himself.

Judging from the fact that Shirakawa Nozomi, who was also engrossed in eating, showed no surprise whatsoever, it was clear that the obedient Shirakawa Kurumi at school was just pretending.

As for the present one, that is the true self.

Kotekawa Kami picked up his sparkling drink and clinked glasses with hers, casually saying, "It's raining heavily in Tokyo. I just asked about Mikazuki."

Shirakawa Kurumi was taken aback, then hummed twice, drawing out the sound: "Mikazuki!"

Shirakawa Nozomi, whose cheeks were puffed out like a squirrel's, looked up and then, taking advantage of Kotekawa Kami's inattention, snatched a chicken leg.

Kotekawa Kami glanced at him sideways and took half a steak from the plate in front of Shirakawa Kurumi.

The latter looked back and forth, her beautiful eyes darting around, before handing her half-eaten pork knuckle to Kotekawa Kamimi, watching with a beaming smile.

Looking at the pork knuckle that looked like it had been abused, Kotekawa Kami showed disgust and put it back in her hand.

"Give me back my pork chop!" Shirakawa Kurumi slammed her hand on the table menacingly.

"It's late, I've finished eating..." Kotekawa Kami mumbled incoherently.

"Then you should eat the pork knuckle too!"

"Look at the way you're eating it, how am I supposed to take a bite? I can't! I can't!"

"No way! Either give me back my pork chop! Or eat the braised pork knuckle too! Or... or give me a kiss!"

The two boys at the dinner table both turned to look at her.

It wasn't just them; guests at other tables also looked over, their eyes filled with complex emotions—envy and sighs.

Why didn't they meet such beautiful girls who made such high demands when they were young?

Damn it! I must be reborn as a handsome guy in my next life!

Looking at her oily lips, Kotekawa Kami hesitated for a moment before reaching for the pork knuckle.

"Hey!" Shirakawa Kurumi was furious.

"My lips are oily!" Kotekawa Kami said matter-of-factly. "Besides, a gentleman's emotions are expressed within the bounds of propriety. How can you just kiss and hug casually? Isn't that right, little brother?"

The younger brother ignored him, finished the last bite of rice in his bowl, stood up and said calmly, "I have some things to do, I'll go back to my room first, you guys take your time eating."

He left, and he left decisively.

Shirakawa Kurumi let out a small burp, her cheeks flushed, and said, "If you're not going to kiss me, then forget it. How about we go play pool later?"

While still watching Shirakawa Nozomi's retreating figure, Kotekawa Kamimi, after hearing Shirakawa Kurumi's words, thoughtfully asked, "Did your brother leave without paying?"

Shirakawa Kurumi was taken aback, his eyebrows shot up: "You little brat! You dare to skip out on the bill!"

She got up to chase after him.

But Kotekawa Kami called out to her, leaned closer, and whispered, "Why do you think he rushed back?"

"Hmm, she's probably worried about Tamako, right?" Shirakawa Kurumi thought for a moment and guessed.

"Is that so?" Kotekawa Kami lowered his head and thought for a moment, then whispered, "Today is Saturday, right? Tomorrow is Sunday."

Shirakawa Kurumi tilted her head, puzzled, and asked, "That's right, so what?"

Kotekawa Kami nodded with a profound expression, then snapped his fingers: "This meal for your brother is on me!"

"Huh? Why so suddenly?"

Seeing that Kami Kotekawa didn't say anything more, he quickly finished what he had ordered. Under the meaningful gazes of the other guests, he "eagerly" pulled Kurumi Shirakawa, who wanted to play billiards, upstairs and into her room.

Shirakawa Kurumi, who was feeling a little unhappy, suddenly started pounding her heart.

No, no! This kind of thing... can only happen after marriage!