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"So Raikou, I want to write a few waka poems to record this day."

"Then I'll go prepare paper and pen now!" Minamoto no Raikou replied immediately.

"Just prepare your pen."

Ian hugged Minamoto no Raikou and held her in his arms.

"because--"

"The paper I want is in my arms now."

118. Minamoto no Raikou's unforgettable happy wedding night (-word chapter)

"Master."

"Everything you want is already prepared."

Holding an inkstone of water, Minamoto Yorimitsu spoke respectfully to the man in front of him.

"So, what should I do next?"

"Um……"

Ian took the inkstone of clear water from Minamoto no Raikou's hand and gently placed it aside.

"Then, Raikou, what's next-"

"I'm just inconvenienced by asking you to serve as my paper for a while."

Minamoto no Raikou glanced at the document at his fingertips and nodded quickly.

"That's it, I understand."

"So--"

The warrior lay there meekly.

"Master, please don't worry too much."

"Ah."

The drawstring around the waist of the kimono was torn open.

The moonlight covered Minamoto no Raikou like a warm white veil.

She was dyed into the cleanest rice paper, without a speck of dust on her.

However, for Ian at this moment.

What he was really thinking about in his heart was actually something else.

[Although Minamoto no Mitsunaka approved your marriage with Minamoto no Raikou. ]

[But you haven't forgotten what he said.]

[Minamoto no Raikou has a secret that neither you nor he knows. 】

You decide to clarify this issue as best you can on your wedding night.

【This is a non-sexual contact. 】

[You just want to protect her. ]

Looking at the paper laid out in front of him because of Minamoto no Raikou's personal involvement, Ian did not feel too much emotion.

After all, as long as he wants, he can see such scenery at any time.

but--

He couldn't let her realize this on their wedding night.

After all, if you knew that the person you were marrying was thinking this way at the moment, it would be a bit of a mental blow.

That is absolutely impossible.

So just praise her well.

"Yakou."

"Yes, Master."

"You are so beautiful like this."

"Yes, really?"

Minamoto no Raikou, lying quietly on the desk covered with documents in his kimono, looked a little shy.

Her voice became moving:

"If it is beautiful, please take a closer look at it, Master."

"I'd be very happy if that happened."

but--

Although he said this, Minamoto no Raikou was actually somewhat embarrassed.

After all, as the eldest daughter of Genji, it is not easy to show her purest self in front of another man like this.

At least psychologically, it is a little difficult to accept.

Fortunately, this man is him.

Thinking back on my past experiences, everything seems to have happened naturally and successfully.

But Ian had other ideas.

He just opened his mouth and said:

"Raikou, although this may be a little inappropriate, I have some questions I want to ask you now, is that okay?"

"Of course, I will tell Master everything I know."

“Well, that’s great.”

While answering Minamoto no Raikou, Ian gently dipped the brush she had prepared into the inkstone's clear water.

"Raikou, do you remember your childhood?"

"Things from childhood?"

Although he felt that Ian's question was somewhat strange, Minamoto no Raikou still thought about it very seriously.

She nodded and replied:

"Maybe I can remember some of it."

"That--"

Ian picked up the brush and moved it towards Minamoto no Raikou's face.

"A little further?"

"A little further ahead?" Minamoto no Raikou was a little confused. "Master, when do you mean?"

"Well...like when you were born."

"This……"

Minamoto no Raikou frowned slightly, then shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Master, I don't remember anything about that time."

[You are not surprised by this result.]

【Few people can remember the circumstances of their birth.】

[After all, even you don’t remember what happened on the day you were born. ]

[You realize that it is unlikely that you can rely on Minamoto no Raikou's memory to get to the bottom of the matter.]

【But you're not nervous—it's just one of your tactics. 】

【You have other options. 】

"Raikou, can you close your eyes first?"

"Ok."

Responding to his former master in this way, Minamoto no Raikou slowly closed his eyes.

Picking up the wet brush, Ian gently wrote words on her cheek with clean water.

These are not just words.

Instead, it was a curse seal disguised as Waka.

After writing all the long and short sentences, Ian, as an Onmyoji, can use them to know what Minamoto no Raikou is carrying.

This is a Yin-Yang technique that should not be used.

After all, there is a balance between profit and loss, and no matter how powerful the Onmyoji is, he cannot change this law.

But for her, Ian was willing to pay some price - such as part of his own life.

of course.

This is far from his end.

Nothing can happen to him now, otherwise Minamoto no Raikou will have to remain a widow.

The clear water fell on Minamoto no Raikou's handsome cheeks and then flowed along his facial features.

Under Ian's manipulation, they finally took on a stable appearance, as if they were ink stains on paper.

After writing with full concentration for a while, Minamoto no Raikou, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke in a low voice;

"Master, can I make a request?"

"Well, Raikou, go ahead."

"That's it..." Minamoto no Raikou closed his eyes tightly, showing no sign of opening them.

"Can you read them out loud while you write the poem?"

"If the wedding night is so quiet, it makes me feel a little lonely."

"..."

【You suddenly realize that you have forgotten something. 】

【Tonight is indeed the best day for you to find out Minamoto no Raikou's fate. 】

【But at the same time, this is also the most memorable moment in her life. 】

[Although she doesn't mind being the paper under your pen, it doesn't mean that she has no desires in her heart. ]

【You decide to change your plans slightly. 】

[You clearly know that you must let her have a memorable wedding night, which is considered to be fulfilling your due responsibility. ]

"no problem."

Ian replied with a smile.

"If you are afraid of loneliness, Raikou, I will sing for you."

Men already understand this aspect.

So even if you write and recite at the same time, it is not a problem at all.

And in order to make Minamoto no Raikou less nervous.

Ian even deliberately adjusted his tone to make it sound more soothing than usual.

"Master, you are such an elegant person."

Minamoto no Raikou, who was sitting on the desk, closed his eyes and praised like this.

“Even in this situation, it is still possible to grasp the rhythm of waka firmly.”

"That's all because of you, Raikou."

"My reason?"

"Well... without beautiful scenery, how can I feel like composing a song?"