Type Moon World, this moon is really wild

Upon hearing this, Shuten-dōji secretly made a "V" sign.

Then, she repeatedly reminded herself not to get too complacent.

This is just the first step.

She should make full use of her beauty to gradually win Yinglin's heart.

At that time, that stinky fox will be at her mercy!

Shuten-dōji forced himself not to laugh at the crucial moment.

That's how you become someone who wants to win.

Little did they know, Ying Lin was about to burst out.

Fortunately, after Shuten-dōji stepped into the bathtub, he carried him on his back and lay down beside him, so he didn't see Yinglin's ambiguous smile.

The washing process inevitably involves close contact.

Shuten-dōji raised his body intentionally or unintentionally, as if he had been frightened by something, and then desperately tried to squeeze to the back.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I... I'm just too happy."

Shuten apologized first, her voice weak, as if she was afraid that Yinglin would blame her for her clumsiness.

Such an obvious temptation was considered a very clever tactic by Shuten-dōji.

Speechless at her antics, Yinglin gave Shuten-dōji a light slap, too lazy to pretend to be a gentleman anymore. Shuten-dōji immediately went into character, displaying her submission.

"You... will you always... treat me like this?"

……

The sun hangs high in the sky

Ibuki and Ibaraki had already woken up, and just as they were thinking about repeating the wonderful things from last night, they suddenly heard joyful music coming from Shuten's room.

Ibaraki panicked instinctively; she remembered her mission…

but……

The blonde girl raised her hand blankly, staring at her delicate little hand that she would never wield a sword again, and which she had learned to take care of, and trembled as she squeezed it.

"I seem to have no right to say anything."

Seeing her sad look, Ibuki suddenly thought of something funny and whispered in her ear.

"Oh dear, why are you so concerned about Shuten-dōji? Don't you know her personality?"

"She will never let go of anything she likes, even if you try your best to dissuade her."

Ibuki-dōji understood this point very well.

Initially, their separation was not due to a distribution of power.

It's simply too little time for one person to control the situation.

Shuten-dōji, who loves to enjoy the pleasures of life, would never allow anyone to take away control of his body from him.

Even though she would fall into a deep sleep during that time, she was still very resistant.

"Is this...?"

Ibaraki-dōji hesitated.

Should he continue doing things that go against his own heart?

"Little Ibaraki~ Sometimes, it's not worth living for others all the time. It's exhausting. You can think about yourself."

Ibuki offered a well-intentioned piece of advice, but Ibaraki objected.

"Wouldn't that be selfish and only thinking about oneself, and then being willing to abandon anything in the future?"

“That makes sense.” Ibuki nodded in agreement, then added.

"But do you think Shuten is the kind of person you should keep thinking about for her?"

Ibaraki-dōji felt a pang of sadness. When he looked at Ibuki again, he suddenly saw that confident figure from the past.

"It's worth it, but... we can't be blind anymore."

"Ah~"

Without saying much, Ibuki-dōji waited quietly for Kagerin to emerge.

She, too, would lie in the bathtub and be massaged by a boy, just like Shuten-dōji.

Ah, it feels like my sister has suddenly become a useless person.

……

Although Shuten-dōji boasted about his strength, in actual combat—

Like a novice chicken.

Just like she is now, she's a little devil who talks a lot but has some amazing ideas.

Every time he finished speaking triumphantly, Yinglin would spin him around with one hand, making it impossible for him to even speak clearly.

"No, it's not working anymore...!"

Seeing that Shuten had no intention of vying for favor and only wanted to sleep, Yinglin became even more convinced that she had just been acting.

As for whether there was any genuine emotion involved, Yinglin was unsure.

"Your acting is pretty good. As long as you continue to be well-behaved, you'll get what you deserve."

After saying that, Yinglin first covered Shuten-dōji with the blanket, then closed the door, leaving the purple-haired girl staring at him with her eyes half-closed.

"Ah~ I won't give up so easily."

Chapter Thirty-Four: Quitting Alcohol!

You comforted Ibuki and Ibaraki in the same way over and over again.

Compared to before, Ibaraki no longer calls out to Shuten-dōji; perhaps he has seen through her true nature.

Despite his own attempts to dissuade him, Shuten-dōji remained hopelessly addicted.

Three days have passed.

You sit before the bronze mirror, looking at your increasingly haggard self, and shout out!

Starting today, I abstain from alcohol.

However, Ibuki and Shuten-dōji, as if they hadn't heard you at all, were already completely drunk.

Despite their different personalities and even their shared goals, their fundamental nature remained the same: they both loved fine wine.

[Just today, you learned from Minamoto no Yorimitsu that Fujiwara no Saneyori suddenly died, and even Abe no Seimei couldn't figure out what was going on.]

Fujiwara no Michinaga is suspected of seizing power.

Tamamo-no-Mae wagged her tail happily, her gaze sweeping over everyone, her heart filled with an ever-growing fondness for sake.

I don't drink much myself, but Ibuki and Shuten love it so much that they forget their business and fall asleep as soon as they drink.

For Ying Lin, the remaining Ibaraki was just for leisure time and posed no threat to Tamamo-no-Mae.

“Fujiwara no Michinaga…”

Yinglin didn't have much of an impression of him, except for the story after he established his own family and became the third son.

The problem is, if he remembers correctly, Fujiwara no Miyori didn't die so young.

He even died suddenly...

No, there were two other Kanpaku in between.

How did you suddenly jump to the level of a Taoist priest?

They can't keep dying one after another.

"Thinking about these things."

Tamamo-no-Mae placed Yinglin's head on her round thighs wrapped in smooth white silk, and the comfortable softness made her involuntarily close her eyes.

"Yes, after all, Daoman's purpose in coming to this era was to become a beast, right? The Imaginary Tree must still be there, it's just that we don't know where it's hiding."

"We don't have many ideas, just one sentence: do whatever you want, don't restrain yourself too much."

Upon hearing this, Ying Lin's lips twitched, and he said, "A tyrant, is it?"

“For you, becoming a tyrant would be worthwhile,” Tamamo replied half-jokingly.

And that is indeed the case. As the supreme deity, she can do whatever she wants on this land without having to ask anyone else.

Even if Amaterasu and the others who ran to the Inner Sea of ​​the Stars had grievances against her, they could not stop Tamamo-no-Mae by descending in their true form.

Only the presence of Yinglin can completely suppress this aspect.

"I shouldn't have taught you that line." Ying Lin covered his face. He had only meant it as a joke at first, but he hadn't expected Tamamo-no-Mae to actually remember it.

"Hehe, I will remember everything you say."

With golden fox-like hair framing her pink hair, she lowered her head to Ying Lin's ear, making a pleasant, seductive sound, and her fingertips massaged his abs.

"Then I'll go find Abe no Seimei and see what's going on."

"Oh, Onmyoji, shall you take me there?"

Tamamo-no-Mae was somewhat worried that they would be detrimental to Kagerin.

Even though it was impossible, she didn't dare gamble with Yinglin's life, wondering if that sword would appear out of thin air like before.

"it is good."

You visited the strongest Onmyoji who protects Kyoto, posing as the son of Minamoto no Mitsunaka.

Legend has it that, like Merlin of Britain, he possessed the aptitude of a Grand Caster.

Unfortunately, his record is limited; your impression of him is merely a piece of paper.

Tell Daoman, what is the true nature of human evil?

Soon, you will meet this squinty-eyed Onmyoji, whose resemblance to Merlin is immediately striking.

"May I ask what business you have with me?"

Abe no Seimei dared not be negligent and even thought of making tea for the two guests, but Ying Lin shook his head and refused.

"Let's get down to business first. Do you know how Fujiwara no Saneyori died?"

"As expected." Just as Abe no Seimei was about to switch to Riddler mode, his gaze suddenly fell on the pink fox that seemed to pose no threat at all, sitting calmly on the boy's lap, and he immediately coughed.

"To be pierced and killed by something that does not belong to this era."

As he spoke, he took out a talisman, and after it burned, it reflected the image of Fujiwara no Saneyoshi's death.

A gaping hole had been ripped open in his chest by something, and all his internal organs looked as if they had been violently destroyed, but it was more like...

replace.

"I don't know what this thing is. It feels like his organs killed him."

"Is there divinity or demonic nature?"

Abe no Seimei shook his head, which was also why he couldn't understand it.

"Tsk, if that's the case, then I think I know where the Imaginary Tree is."

It has no attributes whatsoever, and even the strongest Onmyoji, Abe no Seimei, couldn't tell it. The only reason Yinglin can be credited is because of the Imaginary Tree carried by Ashiya Dōman.

In today's world, very few people would know what this thing is for.

It seems to be able to maintain a timeline that is not cut off by the "root", but it has enormous magic and the most incomprehensible simulated galaxy.

Nobody knows how long this thing will remain hidden before it reveals its true purpose.

"The Imaginary Tree...?"

Clearly, even Abe no Seimei doesn't know much about this thing.

"Well, considering the existence of Daoman, it only uses the tree as a magic battery that can help it advance into a beast."