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Ian picked up the brush and his eyes moved down from her cheek.

The most uneven part of the paper is right in front of you.

"Raikou, I'm going to continue."

"Okay, Master."

Hearing Minamoto no Raikou's response, Ian lowered his head, held the uneven part of the paper, and stroked it gently.

The sweet scent soon filled the air.

And compared to before, Ian could clearly feel the richness contained in it at this moment.

When you go out, you no longer need to worry about not being able to find water.

"Raikou, are you still working on this?"

"Yes, Master."

Minamoto no Raikou's face flushed slightly, but his tone was as gentle as ever.

"Since I promised you, I will 'grow' memories for you."

"Then no matter how troublesome the problem is, I will try to solve it."

"so--"

"Please don't be surprised by this, Master."

"I understand."

Ian didn't pursue the matter any further.

However, he knew very well that he had to make Minamoto no Raikou feel more involved.

The wedding night should never be spent carelessly.

The source of sweet water was gently dug up by the great Yin-Yang Master.

The beauty flowing down from the mountains lingers on the pale white skin.

The bristles of the brush are immersed in the moist river.

This is a beautiful mountain view.

Use snow instead of water.

Ian continued to chant Japanese poetry, and the pen in his hand also became more graceful.

Minamoto no Raikou's face became more and more rosy.

The slightly raised corners of the mouth imply that the warrior's heart has been completely immersed in this sweet contact.

The sound of singing and the movement of writing brushes.

The white rice paper had a touch of the sweet fragrance of the clan, and even the air on the wedding night began to become misty.

pause.

The tip of the brush hesitated in the depression of the warrior's abdomen.

"Raikou, can you still accept this?"

"no problem."

"Please continue, Master."

The brush marks spread everywhere.

There is only one last song left of the Great Onmyoji's waka.

In a moment, the curse will be able to be verified on Minamoto no Raikou.

"Raikou, it's almost over."

Ian said so.

"Really?" Minamoto no Raikou still looked a little unsatisfied.

"I thought you were going to write all night, Master."

"There is no such thing."

“No matter how good a poem is, it must have an ending.”

Ian picked up the brush and dipped it in water again.

This time, the place where the poem was written was the line of sky on the rice paper.

The Yin-Yang Master's chanting sounded, and the bristles of the bamboo brush penetrated into every corner on the left side of the rice paper.

disturbance;

Lift open.

The brush sank into the gaps of the newly opened rice paper, appearing a bit sluggish.

Ian didn't say much, but silently added a little more strength and pulled it out.

He reached out and stroked Genraikou's hair, then asked in a low voice:

"Yorimitsu, this waka poem might be a bit long."

"Master, I know... no matter what, I will accompany you to finish writing the poem."

"Okay, I see."

The Great Onmyoji no longer hesitated.

The movement of the pen tip became more and more violent.

The bamboo pen dipped in clean water was gradually confiscated by Tsuguchi, and the warrior's body began to tremble as well.

The pair of fair hands grasped the edge of the desk, and the face blushed.

But she didn't say a word and didn't complain at all.

Being able to become a piece of rice paper in his hands on the wedding night is the most beautiful moment of fulfilling my dream.

At this moment, Ian's voice came.

"Raikou, if you really want to make a sound but don't know what to say--"

"Then sing a song with me."

"Eh...is that okay?"

"Of course." Ian smiled. "This is a poem written for you, so it will naturally resonate with your voice."

"I...I understand!"

The married couple recited Japanese poems about objects on their wedding night.

One person recites the lyrics and the other composes the music.

All kinds of emotions are hidden in the intersection of the two, until the pen reaches one-third of the mark.

The song is over;

The sound ends.

Ian released his grip on the brush.

next moment.

Water flowers burst into bloom in the pure moonlight, and the faint fragrance permeates the silent night.

There was a snap.

The brush fell to the ground, lying quietly in the lake reflecting the crescent moon.

This was Minamoto no Raikou's most strenuous chanting.

Her proud chest rose and fell slightly, and hot air came out from her lips.

But Ian's mind at the moment was entirely on something else.

That is the failed waka.

【“Waka” did not take effect. 】

[This means that even if you pay the price of your life, you will not be able to glimpse everything she carries. ]

[What on earth did it touch to become like this? ]

[You realize that the 'Nan' in the foundation of the Genji family may be Minamoto no Raikou himself. ]

[You know this isn't a good thing.]

【But you will never escape. 】

"Master." Minamoto no Raikou's voice came with a slight breath.

"Is my performance this time okay?"

"..."

Ian knew that he shouldn't tell Minamoto no Raikou what he was thinking.

At least--

This wasn't the right thing to do on her much anticipated wedding night.

"Yakou, I am very satisfied."

"The waka poems you composed are so beautiful and full of life."

"And now——"

Ian walked in front of Minamoto no Raikou.

She was sitting on the desk and saw the magic weapon hovering in the air above her face.

No further words needed.

Feeling the warmth flowing on his cheeks, Minamoto no Raikou closed his eyes and felt extremely happy.

Because this was what she wanted for her wedding night.

A night to spend with him without any restraints.

This will be the most unforgettable time in her memory.

【You spent a sweet night. 】

[You officially become Minamoto no Yorimitsu's husband. ]

[After accepting all this, Minamoto Manzhong began to use his power to plan a career path for his daughter.]

【And Minamoto no Raikou was indeed very competitive. 】

[She followed the same path as her father and became friends with the courtiers, the Fujiwara clan.]

[As her husband, you also rose rapidly and became a well-known figure in Heian-kyō. ]

[The harmonious relationship between you and Minamoto no Raikou spread widely in the capital and was even made into a ballad.]

[And the waka you composed on your wedding night was also sought after by the nobles. ]

[But whether it's you or Minamoto no Raikou, what you miss more is the good times when you were chasing demons. 】

[It's just that the ghosts in Kyoto have already fled everywhere because of your name, and it's hard to find your trace. ]

[You can only recall the past days in your spare time, and then look at each other and give each other a knowing smile. ]

[Several years passed like this.]

[When you thought everything would remain calm, the situation changed.]

A young boy named Watanabe Tsuna appeared on the streets of Kyoto.

He was seriously injured and on the verge of death.

But he was still muttering words that both Ian and Minamoto no Raikou missed very much.

"I want to kill ghosts." said the young man.