The world of Type-Moon starts with saving Altria!

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There was a sound of running in the corridor.

Then, the shoji door was pulled open.

The anxious Shuten-doji appeared at the door.

She waved her hands up and down, gesticulating and speaking to Ian in front of her:

"Uncle!"

"Don't listen to what Ibaraki says! I never said anything like what she asked for!"

"..."

Ian didn't rush to answer Shuten-doji, but glanced at the door behind her.

"Shuten, please close the door first."

"Oh, oh..."

As Ian requested, Shuten-doji closed the shoji door behind him.

The room suddenly became darker and quieter.

"Shuten, come here."

"..."

Although he didn't know what Ian wanted to do, Shuten Douji still came to the Great Onmyoji as requested.

But what she didn't expect was -

As soon as I arrived in front of him, I was picked up and placed on the desk that Ian often used.

"Shuten, tell me, why were you eavesdropping outside the door?"

"We weren't eavesdropping! You..."

Halfway through his words, Shuten-doji noticed Ian's adamantine expression.

That's the look of not allowing yourself to lie, but only allowing yourself to tell the truth.

She hesitated for a moment and muttered softly:

"Okay... we just listened for a while."

"Just for a moment?"

"Okay! We've heard everything, okay?!"

Shuten-doji blushed and shouted:

"Let me be honest. I just listened to it carefully!"

"If you want to say we have a problem... then just say it!"

"We won't care anyway!"

After saying this, Shuten-doji crossed his arms across his chest and turned his face away, as if he had just started and was not going to care about anything else.

But although it appears to be so on the surface.

But in fact, she was still very panicked inside.

What if Ian gets really angry?

After all, when he was on Ghost Island before, he was not very happy to hear such things.

But this time.

Instead of getting angry, Ian asked Shuten-doji a question.

"Shuten, you're not interested in this kind of thing, are you?"

"..."

Shuten-doji lowered his head.

Her fingers moved restlessly on the documents.

Now that Ian was in front of her, she had to consider whether this was her only chance to speak out.

The air in the room was silent for a long time.

It was not until Shuten-doji's body began to emit a slight heat that everything became as noisy as it should be.

"Uncle."

"What we really care about is not reproduction..."

Shuten-doji raised his head, and there was already a hint of moisture in his purple eyes, a hint of love.

"It's you, uncle, that we care about."

"..."

Ian sighed.

From the moment he tasted the Kuchikamizak, he actually understood something.

Even if Ibaraki Douji didn't mention it this time, he planned to find Shuten Douji to explain everything later.

only--

Looking at Shuten-doji who was trying hard to suppress his emotions, Ian found that it was not so easy to say no.

How can I reject a little ghost girl who has attracted my heart?

Ian had no idea the answer to this question - he felt it was much more difficult than finding out the ghosts' thoughts and killing them all.

He thought again and again, and said:

"Shuten, you're actually pretty and cute enough..."

"But it's a ghost, so uncle doesn't like it, right?"

Before Ian could finish his words, Shuten-doji took over the topic and uttered the second half of the sentence.

She forced a smile and continued very reluctantly:

“We also know this kind of thing~”

"How could an uncle like a ghost? And a ghost without any charm at all."

"We should..."

Before Shuten-doji could finish his words, he felt a strong pressure on his lips.

When she came to her senses, she found that Ian was holding her head with one hand and pressing her chest with the other, and was kissing her deeply.

Shuten-doji's cheeks suddenly felt hot.

In the end, it almost reached the temperature when the magic power was released.

She didn't resist at all and just let the great Onmyoji ravage her lips.

It took a while for the two to end this entanglement.

Ian looked at Shuten-doji whose face was blushing.

"Shuten, you are not allowed to say that about yourself."

"As a ghost, you are already very good."

"only--"

"I can't do what you said... You should know that this is not a good choice."

"I'm very sorry."

"..."

Shuten-doji touched his lips, feeling the remaining warmth.

She turned her face away and muttered softly:

"Uncle, you are so disgusting..."

"You said this after we kissed each other. Do you think I would be so willing to accept this?"

Ian was stunned at first, then smiled calmly.

"Whatever you think is fine."

"Anyway, I'm sorry."

"..."

Shuten-doji jumped down from the desk.

She cleared her throat, looked at the great Onmyoji who was much taller than her, and shouted:

"Uncle, don't you know what to do when you feel sorry?"

"……I have no idea."

"Then let us teach you what to do!"

Shuten-doji supported his waist with his hands, the redness on his face had not yet faded.

“When you feel sorry and want to repay someone, the best way is to grant them a wish.”

"A wish?"

"Yeah." Shuten-doji nodded.

"How can you be considered sorry if you can't even fulfill the other person's wish?!"

"But--"

Ian frowned slightly.

"Shuten, you should know that there are some wishes that I can't fulfill, right?"

"Of course I know that."

Shuten-doji leaned forward slightly.

"Do we look like the kind of person who would force others to do things against their will?"

"..."

"Uncle, what does your silence mean?"

"Well, you're not the kind of ghost who would force others to do anything." Ian looked directly at the petite female ghost in front of him, "So what is your wish?"

"We are ghosts who like fine wine."

As Shuten-doji said this, he walked to the side and picked up a jar of wine in the corner.

That was something she had worked overtime to make after she discovered that Ian didn't dislike her Kuchikamizaku.

But now it seems——

The great Yin-Yang master seemed to have not touched it at all.

Shuten-doji gave a bitter smile and continued:

"The wish is naturally related to fine wine."

"Uncle, please sit down first."

Although he didn't quite understand what Shuten-douji wanted to do, Ian still sat down as she said.

The ghost king of Oeyama came in front of the great Onmyoji.

She said with some regret:

"Uncle, it is indeed not suitable for you to reproduce with us."

"but--"

The petite purple-haired female ghost lifted the red cloth on the wine jar, and a fragrance filled the entire room.

"That doesn't mean we can't have contact, right?"

"You can't even say we can't drink the wine brewed by the uncle?"