During this period of time, Tokyo had not seen much sunshine, and raindrops, thinner than needles, continued continuously, and even the clothes I wore seemed to be damp all day long.
This Sunday comes as promised.
The sky is still overcast, and the rain will continue to fall at any time.
In the morning, Mrs. Kasahara tutored her little daughter's spiritual practice, and Kasahara Fuka-Eri was on duty in the ninth class. In the afternoon, Mrs. Kasahara was going to be lazy and handed over all the affairs in the shrine to her daughter, and she drove the kuri Minami sneaked into Asakusa Shrine again.
The drizzle wet the torii gate of the shrine, and there was no one around inside, making it look particularly lonely.
The sound of Cullinan's engine slightly disturbed the silence of the shrine.
The sky was a little brighter at this time. It was intermittent and mysteriously sunny. The clouds did not disperse, but just shone brightly and turned into white gold. Cullinan was bathed in the precious sunshine and looked beaming with joy. , as if it were a new product that had just opened its wrapping paper.
In the corridor of the worship hall, Fujiwara Izaya, wearing a white hunting coat, sat cross-legged, with a clear smile on his face.
After returning from Shenyin Town, the two often met like this.
She almost relied on Fujiwara Izaya, who loved to go to Asakusa Shrine whenever she had something to do, and even ignored her own Tokyo Grand Shrine. There was nothing important, she was just like an ordinary city woman, and she was with him Discuss some gossip and gossip among Shinto people.
The sound of Cullinan's engine stopped, and the surroundings became quieter.
The car door opened, and Mrs. Kasahara's elegant appearance appeared in front of her. She wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that represented intelligence, a simple blue dress, a cardigan, and a shiny black handbag. Dark gray low-heeled shoes. After closing the car door, she covered her forehead with her hands and trotted towards the corridor.
Such an anxious look reminded Fujiwara Izaya of her running with a lantern on Mt.
A wooden door appeared through the wet fence, and Mrs. Kasahara came to Izaya Fujiwara. Her chest heaved, and while she was breathing, her wet shoulder hair lay quietly against her cheek. In the healthy blush rippling on her cheek, She smiled sweetly: "I'm going to take a shower, and you can get me something to eat."
After saying that, she turned around and entered the house without even looking at Fujiwara Izaya, as if she were the hostess here.
Being treated like this by her, Fujiwara Izaya felt like a well-trained hunting dog. As if he was ordered by a devil, he walked into the kitchen and happily cooked the meal.
It's still early, it's three o'clock in the afternoon.
Fujiwara Izaya slowly prepared a high-end kaiseki meal.
The cold dishes include Matsuba pineapple, fried lily root shoots, Mineya persimmon cakes and crab cakes. The main course is the exquisite oxtail and Kawan sashimi, which are served on an elegant small plate with a peony pattern from the Song Dynasty. On the table, the delicious heavenly quilt is served with fragrant solitary mud and red clam mud, the boiled ascaria-colored roasted tofu is added with mustard, and the snacks are small white and pink dolls wrapped in cherry blossom paper.
In the past, he would not dare to be so extravagant in Tokyo.
The reason why he can spend money freely now is because he married a smart and capable lady. Then again... using the money earned by Mrs. Mei Ke to buy vegetables for Mrs. Kasahara, does that count as spiritual cheating?
Um.
Mrs. Meiji, you have a lot, but don’t take it to heart.
After finishing the dishes, Fujiwara Izaya carried them all to the corridor, and then ran to knock on the door of Mrs. Kasahara's room. As a mother-in-law, it is reasonable to have a separate room in her son-in-law's house.
"Come in." Mrs. Kasahara responded lazily.
Fujiwara Izaya opened the door and entered the house.
This is a Western-style room with eight seats, and every corner exudes a girlish atmosphere.
The furniture as far as the eye can see is as delicate as pink wrinkles. Every decoration such as wallpaper, hanging paintings, and dolls contains the unique delicacy of women. Even the armchairs are covered with thick and colorful layers.
rust flower backrest.
To be honest, such a girly space is comparable to Asuka Kasahara's.
"Here, help me put this on." Mrs. Kasahara said, looking at herself in the mirror.
The vase on the dressing table is filled with yellow chrysanthemums, telling people that the current season is autumn.
From the mirror, Fujiwara Izaya saw her pretty face. In terms of age, she should be in her mid-twenties. Full lips, watery eyes, wearing a Tang Yi-style kimono. I don’t know what Burn is.
Fragrance, I just feel a rich fragrance coming to my nostrils.
"What are you doing?" Mrs. Kasahara urged.
Fujiwara Izaya had no choice but to come behind her and pick up the thin gold necklace on the table.
Bending down, he held the two ends of the necklace in his hands and wrapped them around her neck.
Mrs. Kasahara looked funny at the boy in the mirror and the woman being treated tenderly by the boy.
The woman in the mirror has a beautiful face like a Chinese beauty, and her plump lips are slightly raised, looking a bit mischievous. Fujiwara Izaya is also looking at those lips, and the inner parts of the lips are plump and warm.
It is in sharp contrast to her external impression of being noble. Whether it is a lady-style suit or a summer kimono with bright patterns that exposes arms and shoulders, everything looks appropriate and coordinated on her body.
besides.
She never forgets to put on her corset before going out.
It's just that when it comes to the choice of perfume, she is erratic and uncertain.
"There's no need to dress up so grandly at home." Fujiwara Izaya complained to her.
"How is this possible?" Mrs. Kasahara bent down slightly and painted eyeliner in the mirror, "As a mother-in-law, I have to maintain my charm in front of my son-in-law at all times. This way you won't cheat..."
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but look down at her.
Because I was bent over, I could vaguely see the smooth arc through the collar. In the dim sky, the arc looked lonely and white. On the graceful lines extending from the throat to the chest, something almost seemed to jump out.
Something. Her lips kept mumbling, but her eyes, which were focused on makeup, were full of lazy enthusiasm.
"Why wouldn't my mother-in-law cheat on her if she has a charming son-in-law?" Fujiwara Izaya asked curiously.
"Stop pretending like you are here." Mrs. Kasahara scratched her ears with her crimson slender fingertips nervously, and said somewhat defensively: "You are a very carefree person. If my charm is not big enough, you can tie me down."
You?"
"It makes perfect sense!" Fujiwara Izaya nodded and praised.
"Okay, let's go down." Mrs. Kasahara extended her hand gracefully.
Fujiwara Izaya held her hand in a very gentlemanly manner, pulled her up, and then came out of the backyard. The two walked through the corridor filled with the smell of rain. The draughty rain and mist greedily kissed her delicate makeup.
"Where are the other women?"
"Meiji is making money, Riho goes to the club to attend classes, and Fuka-Eri is on duty in the ninth class."
"The madam is busy, but you have nothing to do."
"Am I not accompanying you?" Fujiwara Izaya smiled apologetically.
Mrs. Kasahara nodded slightly, which meant that she understood, and then she raised her chin slightly towards Fujiwara Izaya, meaning: If you can't make me happy, I will complain to Fuka-Eri.
"Kasahara Himeko!" Fujiwara Izaya called out the name of a shameless woman.
"uh-huh?"
Mrs. Kasahara smiled strangely.
For a moment, Fujiwara Izaya suspected that she was possessed by Asuka.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain how a woman who is almost forty years old can act like a sixteen-year-old girl so naturally and without any violation.
"I respect you very much in my heart, and I have absolutely no wild thoughts. Also, please remember your identity and don't pretend to be cute in front of me..." Fujiwara Izaya said weakly.
"No wild imagination?"
"First of all, Asuka won't allow it. Secondly, Fuka-Eri will make it impossible for me to get a promotion or raise in my life. Himeko-sama, do you understand how conflicted I am?"
"I understand." Mrs. Kasahara smiled considerately, "I have another question, when will you confess your love to me?"
Fujiwara Izaya was stunned for a moment: "Can such a thing be said?"
"Are you afraid that I will reject you?"
"..."
"Fujiwara-kun, although I also like you very much, you are my son-in-law." Mrs. Kasahara forced a smile and looked at him with extremely lonely and sad eyes, "Our identities are destined to not be together.
So...please allow me to reject your love, I'm sorry."
"Mother-in-law... How can I be as comfortable as you without, uh... arrogance?"
"This is the versatility that a superior must have. When dealing with people of different statuses, they must have different faces. You little guy is not enough in front of me... Xiao Linlin, call me sister to listen.
"
As she spoke, Mrs. Kasahara raised her hand and made a scissor hand gesture in front of her. She looked triumphantly like a school idol in a short skirt.
All in all, it's cute.
Very cute.
Fujiwara Izaya asked thoughtfully: "To put it simply, you need to be able to disguise?"
"This is called necessary shamelessness." Mrs. Kasahara replied seriously.
Fujiwara Izaya: "..."
Good guy!
It turns out you know you are shameless!
After walking out of the living area, you have to pass by the wind and rain covered bridge beside the artificial lake. The surrounding air contains rich plant fragrance and water vapor, making people feel comfortable and comfortable.
From across the covered bridge, a woman walked out.
It's a snow girl wearing a blue and white dress.
She walked over as if gliding and ran into Fujiwara Izaya's arms.
Heart-breakingly cool.
"Ah" the snow girl raised her little face.
Fujiwara Izaya took out a popsicle and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Hmm"
Xuebao looked satisfied.
"I don't think she is sad at all now." Mrs. Kasahara looked at the master and servant with great interest. "She floats around and plays around all day. When she sees you, she clings to you and wants to feed you. She is not like a snow girl at all.
It looks more like a little pet."
"She was neglected by the decoration of the shrine some time ago." Fujiwara Izaya stroked Yuki-onna's cold long hair, his expression softened, "Although Yuki-hime is a little silly, she can still feel the closeness and distance. If you neglect her, she will naturally
She would feel unhappy, but now that the shrine has been renovated, she has a larger space for activities, and she can see me every day, so her mood will naturally feel better."
"Ugh!"
The snow girl raised her face angrily and glared at Fujiwara Izaya.
Maybe she heard her master say she was stupid, so Xuebao was unhappy.
"Haha, I feel like she has become smarter." Mrs. Kasahara smiled and stretched out her hand, "Xuebao, come let your godmother hug you."
The snow girl tilted her head slightly.
He stared at Mrs. Kasahara with doubtful eyes for a long time.
According to Fujiwara Izaya's understanding of Olaf, she was trying to identify who this woman was so that she could judge whether to let her hold her. Olaf was a shy baby from the beginning. If he didn't get to know her well, she would definitely
It won't come close.
"I am Kasahara's mother." Mrs. Kasahara said to her very patiently, "Do you still remember, the last time your master used a cardboard box to cover you as an air conditioner, I was the one who scolded him."
"ah"
The corners of Xuebao's mouth curved into a stiff arc.
Although she was still very stiff and a little mentally retarded, she did smile.
Two little hands covered in frost stretched out forward. Mrs. Kasahara took her with a smile on her face and hugged her cold body.
"Fujiwara!"
"What?"
"Did you see she smiled?"
Mrs. Kasahara's current expression was as happy as seeing her daughter who had just learned to walk.
"I saw it." Fujiwara Izaya was also a little excited.
Ever since he got together with Yukino Riho, Olaf seemed to have suddenly gained the ability to learn from Yukino Riho, and became more and more like the second stupid woman.
"Let's go eat in front." Mrs. Kasahara hugged her and walked forward.
That's my shikigami... Fujiwara Izaya followed behind him, cooing.
Being held by Mrs. Kasahara, Olaf looked very well-behaved. His doubtful blue eyes were constantly looking at her and the master behind her, as if he wanted to know why the master listened to her so much.
besides……
Why hasn’t Sister Risu come back yet?
Xuebao misses Sister Risui.
The drizzle fell silently, and white mist floated between the eaves.
Walking there feels as magical as walking in a fairyland, and the same goes for the shrine courtyard in front of the worship hall.
Mrs. Kasahara was walking when her footsteps suddenly stopped.
At the corner of the corridor, on the small bridge of the artificial lake in the courtyard, there was a vaguely white thing standing. She was wearing a silk short coat and a white long skirt, and her whole body was pure white. The breeze blew, and she
It looks like it is swaying.
strangeness!
Why is there a strange woman at my son-in-law’s house?
Mrs. Kasahara narrowed her eyes warily.
She was a woman about thirty years old, with black hair and snow-white skin.
In the misty drizzle, the woman stared at Fujiwara Izaya intently, her thin lips slightly opened: "Master, Hashihime is hungry..."
This is Hashihime.
Since ancient times, the Japanese have believed that every bridge is protected by a goddess, so Hashihime is a deified monster, a combination of the Japanese water spirit and the water god. But what people think and what the monster does are two different things.
Even though she is revered as a patron saint, it is not uncommon for Hashihimes to eat and kill people everywhere.
"Fujiwara Izaya!" Mrs. Kasahara shouted the name of a certain scumbag.
The snow girl also raised her head and looked sadly at the owner of the flower heart.
"That's a shikigami..." Fujiwara Izaya immediately got a headache.
"I know!"
"Then why are you still angry..."
Mrs. Kasahara turned around and glared at him: "Why is it another beautiful shikigami!"
Because I feed them all the ones that are not beautiful... Fujiwara Izaya smiled carefully and explained: "Uh... this, maybe you can understand that I am born to attract some beautiful monsters?"
"hehe."
Mrs. Kasahara laughed very horribly.
At this moment, the surface of the artificial lake was suddenly wrinkled, and a figure suddenly appeared on the surface of the lake that was originally as smooth as a mirror.
Dressed in a bright kimono, a woman in her twenties suddenly floated on the water. Her cheeks were as rosy as a thin application of powder, and her plump lips and white neck were looming in the rain and mist, exuding an alluring charm.
"Fujiwara Izaya!"
Mrs. Kasahara put down Olaf and clenched her fists. Olaf followed suit and clenched his fists as well.
"Calm down, calm down!" Fujiwara Izaya quickly jumped back and explained, "This is also a shikigami, she is Mirror Princess, it's just a mirror... Why are you so angry with a mirror?"
Mirror Princess.
A kind of enchantress born from a mirror, which is essentially a type of fusangshen. The mirror that gave birth to the enchantress has become a precious spiritual weapon, which can reflect images of distant places and the form of monsters.
"Is there any more?" Mrs. Kasahara's fingertips glowed with blue light.
She made up her mind that if there was another beautiful female shikigami, she would beat up Fujiwara Izaya today.
Of course... Fujiwara Izaya sweated on his forehead. He coughed, grabbed her hands and pulled her forward. As he walked, he explained nonchalantly: "Don't worry. Even if there are more
In my eyes, the female shikigami is not as important as a finger of the chairman. It’s not like you don’t understand me. My greatest advantage is honesty... So, can I dissipate my divine power?"
It's going to end!
Fujiwara Izaya kept praying in his heart.
He smoked the ten rounds he saved last night.
There are a total of three beautiful female shikigami left, one is Hashihime, one is Kagami... and the other is the only SSR he has drawn so far.
Mrs. Kasahara sneered horribly.
At this moment, the rain turned into mist, and on the eaves in front of the worship hall, there was a graceful woman.
Wearing a fiery red kimono, she danced barefoot with her hair down, giving people an open, carefree and free-spirited beauty. She held a rattle in her hand and danced in the mist, with her long ink hair swaying along with the crisp ringtone.
It came from the Kagura bell in her hand. As she danced, she smiled gently at Fujiwara Izaya. The laughter was more sweet than the sound of the Kagura bell.
"Ah, Fujiwara-sama." She whispered Fujiwara Izaya's name.
Fujiwara Izaya felt bad all over.
"Hey." Mrs. Kasahara looked at the woman with interest.
The face is slender, and the skin color is so white that it does not look like a living person. The almost transparent skin color seems to be condensed from the diffuse mist.
"She's not human, is she?" Mrs. Kasahara asked with a smile.
That smile was definitely the scariest smile Fujiwara Izaya had ever seen.
The dancing spirit suddenly pursed her thin lips and smiled.
However, in the next second, she looked at Mrs. Kasahara with sharp eyes: "Who are you? Why are you walking with the master? Are you also my sister? Hehe, I don't like the look in your eyes. Please leave the master.
.”
Worthy of being SSR!
Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but applaud.
Unlike those stupid SSR shikigami, this SSR has only been out for a day, and it already knows how to steal men... Bah, steal its master.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
"I think you are a bit familiar." Mrs. Kasahara asked intently, "The Kagura bells and Kagura dances are not inconsistent at all, and there is no evil spirit...On the contrary, there is a sense of divinity. Who are you?"
"whee"
She danced again.
This time, the sound of the Kagura bells was very rapid, and the bells tinkled. The wind became stronger and stronger, making the courtyard rustle so hard that people could not open their eyes.
"I am Suzuhiko-hime."
Mrs. Kasahara suddenly realized.
If Hashihime is a monster deified by humans, then Suzuhikohime is a real god to humans.
In Takamagahara's past, there was such an interesting story: one of the three noble sons, Suzano-o, was the younger brother of Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi. He made trouble in Takamagahara for a while, but Amaterasu dealt with him personally due to his status.
, so he had no choice but to escape into Amaterasu. Amaterasu is the sun goddess. After she escaped, the world and Takamagahara became pitch black. In order to let Amaterasu come out, the gods of Takamagahara tried their best, and finally a man named "
The goddess "Tianyu Hime" held bamboo leaves and stood on an inverted barrel and danced a dance. Amaterasu, who was hiding in Tianyuji, couldn't help his curiosity and secretly leaned out to watch, but was ambushed by the crowd.
God took advantage of the situation and invited Ama Iwato out.
Amaterasu reappeared and light returned to the world.
This goddess named "Tenu Hime" is also famous all over the world for her beauty and gorgeous dance postures. The "Kagura dance" danced by modern shrine maidens during sacrifices is derived from the dance she danced in front of Amian Iwato
evolved.
Suzuhiko-hime is a monster created by the combination of Tianyu-hime and Kagura Suzu. She is a type of monster that possesses divinity at birth. Only one Suzuhiko-hime can exist in the world at the same time. Unless she dies, there will be a second one.
Appear.
Mrs. Kasahara looked at the dancing Suzuhiko-hime with dark eyes: "Fujiwara-kun, have you decided how to die?"
"..."
Fujiwara Izaya blinked innocently.
As an African chief, it is easy for him to draw an SSR, so why should he suffer death threats?
"Lin, soldiers, fight..." Mrs. Kasahara muttered, and her white fingertips formed handprints.
Surrounded by blue light, she looked solemn and holy, like a goddess ready to carry out a righteous strike.
"Don't make trouble!"
Fujiwara Izaya, with quick eyesight and quick hands, immediately bent over to pick up her legs and walked towards the worship hall.
He often used this trick against Mrs. Miji, but it was the first time he used it on Mrs. Kasahara. However, looking at the anger gradually dissipating in Mrs. Kasahara's eyes, Fujiwara Izaya felt that this trick... seems to be something that can be used often?