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"Who is this……"

Ibaraki Douji's tone was not so friendly.

It can be seen that the battle at Oeyama left her with some resentment towards humans.

However, because of Shuten Douji's initial strategy, Ibaraki Douji did not see Ian in person.

only--

At this moment, Shuten-doji didn't know how to answer this question.

Logically speaking.

Now that Ian has returned the power to Shuten-douji, whatever she says is right.

But when she thought of his trust in her just now, she felt like she couldn't lie.

What should I do?

Shuten-doji was still struggling, but Ian spoke first:

"I am Abe, the servant of the Demon King of Oeyama."

"Eh--?!"

Shuten-douji and Ibaraki-douji exclaimed at the same time.

Then they looked at each other again.

"Shuten, why are you so surprised?"

Ibaraki Douji blinked his golden eyes, looking a little confused.

"Isn't he your servant?"

"this and that……"

Shuten-doji turned into a man with small eyes.

no way.

I could only bite the bullet and continue to agree with him.

"Yes, that's right!" Shuten-doji puffed out his chest, "This is our servant!"

“Wow~”

Ibaraki Douji gave him an admiring look.

"As expected of Shuten!"

“There are followers wherever you go!”

Hearing this, Shuten-doji became even more embarrassed.

She turned to look at Ian beside her and found that the great Yin-Yang master was trying hard to suppress a smile.

The petite ghost girl felt even more embarrassed.

She stammered and changed the subject:

"lets change a topic!"

"Izuki, why are you here?"

“Well…it’s like this…”

[Ibaraki Douji told the two of you how he appeared here. ]

[After a battle with Watanabe Tsuna, she lost one arm and passed out by the riverside of Oeyama.]

[After waking up, she found that her arm had recovered, and she also came to this strange place. ]

"Eh?"

Shuten Douji looked at Ibaraki Douji in front of him and patted her arm.

"how did you do that?"

"Shuten, I don't know either." Ibaraki Douji looked very confused. "I thought I would have to live with one arm for a while."

“It didn’t turn out that way.”

"The arm has recovered. Is there some strange power on this island?"

Shuten-doji muttered these words, and then suddenly realized something.

"Could it be that 'Ugly Gozen' did it?..."

The moment she realized this, she looked at Ian beside her.

The latter nodded slightly, indicating that this was indeed a possibility.

After all, everything about Ugly Gozen is unknown.

"Ugly Gozen?"

Ibaraki-douji looked at Shuten-douji in confusion.

"Who are you talking about? Why haven't I heard of this name?"

"that is--"

Shuten Douji looked at the land behind Ibaraki Douji.

"You, didn't you float here?"

"We came here because of the envelope sent by the name 'Ugly Gozen'."

"But I've never heard of it on this island."

Ibaraki-douji answered Shuten-douji's questions very honestly.

"On the contrary, there is a very powerful person on this island, and I have to stay away from her."

"A very powerful person?"

Hearing this description, Ian immediately realized the problem.

"What is that person like?"

Although he felt a little dissatisfied with Shuten-douji's "servant", Ibaraki-douji still described what he had seen and heard very carefully.

"It was a tall woman with long purple hair, dressed like a warrior."

"By the way, her breasts are huge! They're just like a cow's!"

"..."

Ian and Shuten-doji looked at each other, with a hint of surprise in their expressions.

because--

This is clearly a description of Minamoto no Raikou!

132. Meeting with Ushigozen, the secret of Minamoto no Raikou's life experience (-word chapter)

The same appearance as Minamoto no Raikou?

Ian listened to this and suddenly realized something.

He looked at Ibaraki Douji in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then continued to ask:

"So--"

"Where is she?"

"Here, where?"

Ibaraki Douji's expression seemed a little complicated.

She didn't understand why the ordinary human in front of her who claimed to be Shuten Douji's "servant" would want to find the woman who was killing demons everywhere on the island with a knife.

No.

To be precise, it's not just about killing ghosts.

But in order to kill the ghost, let the ghost do evil first.

The huge red demon that was chasing her just now was released by her in an unknown way.

This is something that Ibaraki Douji simply cannot understand.

She was at a loss for a moment, so she could only secretly look at Shuten-doji, trying to get some advice from him.

Shuten-doji hesitated for a while, and finally nodded in response.

This is an “instruction” to “do as He pleases.”

"there."

After receiving the reply, Ibaraki Douji pointed to the highest cliff on the entire Onigashima Island.

"She'd show up there quite often."

"okay, I get it."

Ian walked past the two little ghosts with a serious face and went straight to the cliff.

"Shuten..."

Ibaraki Douji pointed at Ian who was walking away and asked with a worried look on his face:

"Is he going to meet that woman?"

"..."

Shuten Douji looked at Ian's back, and there was a bit of confusion in his purple eyes.

"We don't know either."

"after all--"

"We are not human."

[You temporarily leave Shuten-douji and Ibaraki-douji. ]

[You walked past the giant red ghost's corpse.]

[You climbed up the cliff that Ibaraki Douji pointed to.]

[You saw a familiar figure. ]

[Talented Great Onmyoji++ has been activated: You confirm that the scene before your eyes is not caused by ghosts or external forces, but a real figure. ]

【You walk towards her.】

"Yakou?"

Ian looked at the familiar figure looking out to sea and asked:

"is it you?"

Hearing the voice, the figure was stunned for a moment, and then slowly turned around.

The moment their eyes met, Ian felt every inch of his skin trembling.

The person in front of me had a face almost identical to Minamoto no Raikou, the only difference was that her eyes had almost lost all color.

Everything is just as Ibaraki Douji said just now.

There is a strong ghostly aura about "her".

This was certainly not a feeling she herself was emitting - rather, it was because the blade in her hand was stained with too many "thoughts" of dead ghosts, which in turn affected herself.

But the "she" in front of me seemed to not care about this at all.

"why you?"

"She" picked up the sword in her hand and pointed it at Ian in front of her.

"My letter was obviously not sent to you."

"..."

With just this one sentence, Ian quickly confirmed the identity of the person in front of him.