How did I, an Onmyoji, become the Lord of Yokai?

"Ah... Susanoo's sake is still so delicious... I couldn't resist for a moment. Hehehe... If Ibaraki finds out, I'll definitely get scolded again."

Gently rubbing his still-aching head, the little guy couldn't help but think of his best friend's reproachful expression. A warm smile involuntarily appeared on his adorable face.

However, unlike the pure and lovely voice of an ordinary girl, this girl's words carried a hint of coquettishness and charm.

Just like the courtesans in the attic.

Perhaps because her mind was a little clearer, she got out of bed.

"Speaking of which... I should be in the wine cellar, how did I end up here?"

The girl stepped down from the ground with her bare, fair feet.

She looked around the room as she walked to the table, wanting to pour herself some water.

But just then, books on Yin-Yang techniques came into her view. (Chapter 5, Section 5: My name is Ibuki (Revised))

Upon seeing the Yin-Yang Book on the table, Ibuki-dōji paused for a moment, then smiled.

She roughly guessed what had happened last night.

"Hehe... Being 'picked up' by an Onmyoji, how embarrassing."

Although that's what he said, there was no anger in the Ghost King's tone; instead, there was a hint of playful laziness.

Casually sitting down in the spot where Shimizu Asahi had just been sitting, Ibuki-dōji looked at the single bed in front of her and murmured with some interest, "What a strange fellow. Not only does he not kill me, a yokai, but he also gives me his bed."

The bed is only big enough for one person. Although she is petite, it can't accommodate two people. So, the person who 'picked her up' must have spent the whole night reading here.

Moreover, this location is quite particular.

Sitting here, he can immediately notice any movement on the bed. If she kicks off the covers or vomits, he can come and take care of her right away.

In addition, because the room was only ten square meters, the light from the oil lamp would shine on her face. Although it was unclear whether this would affect her sleep, the person did not light the lamp just in case.

He was reading by the light of the moon.

Hehe...that's a very thoughtful approach.

The Ghost King smiled casually.

If an ordinary girl discovered these things, she would definitely develop some other feelings because of Shimizu Asahi's thoughtfulness. But unfortunately, the "girl" he "picked up" was not an ordinary girl.

She is the Demon King of Mount Ooe.

Such attentiveness at most made her find Shimizu Asahi somewhat interesting.

At that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Ibuki Doji subconsciously looked towards the door—Shimizu Asahi, who was carrying some rice balls, came into her view.

"Oh wow, he's a handsome guy..."

Looking at that handsome face, a hint of surprise flashed in the Ghost King's purple eyes.

She had three favorite things in her life: fine wine, wealth, and handsome men.

Yes, that's right, Ibuki Doji is a sucker for good looks.

That handsome appearance combined with his gentle thoughtfulness... oh my...

'I'm starting to feel a little flutter in my heart.'

Looking at the girl sitting at the table, Shimizu Asahi paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face.

"You're awake."

"How are you feeling? Do you have a headache or feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

The words of concern reached the Ghost King's ears, and the smile on her lovely face became even brighter.

"Hehe... I'm just drunk, not sick. But... you're right, I'm a little hungry."

"I guessed you were hungry, so I brought you some breakfast. Come and eat."

Skillfully arranging the rice balls, Shimizu Asahi then placed the water jug ​​containing warm water down the rack. Next, he picked up another water jug ​​containing cold water and said, "This is warm water. Eat it with the rice balls. I'll take this water jug ​​away."

Before Ibuki-dōji could even speak, he left the room again.

Looking at the door that had been closed again, the Ghost King blinked, and after a while, an interested look spread across her face.

His words and actions were full of concern and sincerity, and Ibuki-dōji did not sense a trace of hostility from them.

Rather than seeing her as a monster, it would be more accurate to say that Shimizu Asahi saw her as a younger sister who needed care.

Hmm, she had that feeling for some reason.

"What an interesting little fellow who treats me like someone who needs to be taken care of."

This was the first time in a thousand years that she had encountered such an Onmyoji.

But being taken care of like this... isn't so bad.

"However, I still prefer wine..."

Of course, the Ghost King looked at the rice ball in front of him with little interest.

Drinking alcohol first thing in the morning is common knowledge among the Oni clan.

but.....

"Well, I can't refuse a handsome guy's kindness."

Opening her rosy little mouth, revealing two sharp teeth, the Ghost King put the rice ball into her mouth and then took a big bite.

I wonder what his bones taste like? They'd be great as a snack with drinks...

Incidentally, when Ibuki-dōji said he was hungry, he meant he wanted to 'eat Shimizu Asahiya'.

The handsome guy's bones were her favorite snack to go with her drinks.

It's a pity that far fewer Onmyoji have been going to Mount Ooe these past few years, and few of them are even remotely decent.

Before long, the clear water and the rising sun returned.

He looked at the Ghost King who had finished eating the rice ball and couldn't help but smile. "You look so energetic, you should be alright now."

"After all, I have such a handsome man taking care of me."

"It seems you really are a yokai from Mount Oe."

Although he had guessed Ibuki-dōji's origins last night, guesses are just guesses. Now, hearing this pure Kyoto accent, he was certain that Ibuki-dōji was the demon of Mount Ōe.

"I've already paid for your drinks. Don't steal any more next time, or you'll be in big trouble if you get caught."

Have you paid for the drinks?

The Ghost King blinked, looking somewhat puzzled.

That's the kind of strong liquor that can intoxicate Orochi. Only gods and demon kings are qualified to drink it. No matter how much money others offer, they can't buy it. Besides, how would the shopkeeper know that the divine liquor is in his cellar?

Could it be...?

Ibuki-dōji seemed to have thought of something; the confusion on his face slowly disappeared, and a smile reappeared.

"Oh dear, thank you so much, sir."

"master?"

Now it was the young students' turn to look puzzled.

This was the first time he had ever been addressed as "Master".

"Since you paid for my wine, then you are naturally my master."

Ibuki-dōji spoke with such conviction that Shimizu Asahi was momentarily speechless.

About thirty seconds later, he shook his head helplessly.

“My name is Shimizu Asahi. You can call me Shimizu or Asahi, but as for ‘Master’… let’s not go with that.”

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"..."

"It's clear water or rising sun, not sir!"

Shimizu Asahi twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to correct the 'child's' mistake in his words.

But a hint of mockery flashed in the Ghost King's amethyst-like eyes, and he continued to call him "Master".

She seemed to have accepted this nickname and wouldn't change it no matter what Shimizu Asahi said.

Okay, after ten minutes of arguing about how to address each other, he realized the girl was doing it on purpose.

Since she likes to call me that, let her call me that.

Anyway, it's not a shameful title.

However, she knew his name, but he didn't know hers.

After giving up on correcting the girl's way of addressing her, the young student asked with a hint of helplessness, "What's your name? What's your name?"

"This concubine?"

The petite Ghost King rested her chin on her hands, her amethyst-like eyes blinking, her expression turning somewhat mischievous.

“Ibuki, my name is Ibuki.”

P.S.: I'll just update once a day until I sign the contract. This newbie is so pitiful!

Section 6, Chapter 6 is so cute!

Ibuki?

Upon hearing the name, Shimizu Asahi blinked, feeling that it sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

"Ibuki Ibuki... I think I've heard of that name before."

He subconsciously chewed repeatedly, when suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. As if he had thought of something, his eyes widened and his hand holding the teacup trembled involuntarily.

"The Ibuki you're talking about, could it be that Ibuki-dōji!?"

The young student gasped and asked in astonishment.

Ibuki-dōji, one of the four demon kings of Mount Ōe, has ruled the demon race for over a thousand years.