The battle that followed..,

Was a one-sided slaughter.

It was as if the mute button had been pressed. Many monsters did not have time to make a sound..,

Before the silent Fu Mourning God harvested their heads.

The entire courtyard was silent.

If it wasn't for the smell of blood that was getting stronger and stronger, Junka would have thought that nothing had happened behind her.

Not long after..,

She heard the sound of swords being sheathed.

"Master, you can turn back now." The Fu Mourning God's tone of voice returned to its usual tone.

"You might be scared. If you're scared, cover your eyes.

Take my hand and walk over. "

Junka sighed and slowly turned around. "Why would I be scared? But you, Tsuru Maru..."

Don't be scared by the wound on my chest.

Before she could finish her words, she was hugged by the Fu Mourning God, whose entire body was dyed red.

Because she had turned back into a spirit body, Tsurumaru Kuninaga could not touch her at all.

He could only hug her translucent body.

Junka was stunned.

"Tsuru Maru...?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga took a deep breath and took two steps back.

"After you settle the matter, go back."

He said half-seriously and half-jokingly, "Master in a spirit body state,

You're a little fatter than usual. "

"... I'm sorry, I seem to have heard wrongly. Can you say it again?"

Not far away, Komusubi gently shook off the blood on the tip of his blade.

He put the blade back into its sheath.

Behind him was the wreckage of the disappearing enemy.

"Sigh, I really can't do anything about this junior of the Gojo family."

Komusubi muttered to himself, "As soon as he entered the door, he left me behind and ran to find Master alone..."

Although he complained,

A gentle smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Kohimaru Hall!"

The girl who was quarreling with Tsuru Maru saw him and waved at him desperately as if she had seen a life-saving straw. Then, she ran... and floated over.

Komusubi sighed helplessly.

"Yes, Master."

He paused for a few seconds and gently asked for the girl's opinion. "When I came here just now, I met a young man who claimed to know you. Do you want to come with me to see him?"

Junka asked, "Was it a long-haired boy wearing a large hunting coat?"

"Yes."

She thought for a moment and nodded.

Ma Ye Tong was sprawled out in the corridor. She covered her eyes with her hands to block the dazzling sunlight.

His entire body was dyed red with blood, and his long black hair was casually scattered on the floor. The ends of his hair were also stained with blood, tangled together.

After lying there for an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes and used his hands to prop himself up. He smiled and said, "You're here."

Junka Hoshino told Komusubi and Tsuru Maru not to follow them.

"Your attitude towards me has suddenly improved."

She walked to Ma Ye Tong alone and squatted down. "I'm here. Can I still live?"

This was only the second time they had met, but the atmosphere between them was as harmonious as if they had been good friends for many years.

"Yes," he replied softly.

"You're a little different from before."

Junka looked into his brown eyes. "In the past, you gave people the impression that you could see through everything, but you were actually very confused about everything.

Now, you really do have the magnanimity of a first-rate Onmyoji. "

Ma Ye chuckled. "Do you know what a first-rate Onmyoji is like?"

Junka was at a loss for words.

A vague figure in a white robe and a black hat appeared in her mind. That person poured wine into her glass, then smiled faintly as he watched her drink it in one gulp.

Who was it?

"… I don't know." Junka shook her head. "But you'll definitely become a very powerful Onmyoji in the future.

Ma Ye Tong smiled but didn't say anything.

"Then, Shigeru Yu's loyal corpse —" She changed the topic. "Where did you put it?"

"After I came out, he self-destructed," Ma Ye said calmly. "Before he self-destructed, he specially threw the sword to the side.

The curse on the sword is too serious. I can't undo it now. "

"Curse?" Junka's heart skipped a beat.

Following Ma Ye's line of sight, she looked at Little Black Pill by the pond. The black gas emitted from the sword was constantly corroding the surrounding flowers and plants.

"He still has a part of his reason. He's been restraining himself from harming me."

Ma Ye's tone contained a hint of mockery. "But that's all he can do. If he can't undo the knot in his heart, he'll continue to fall like this and become an evil creature sooner or later."

Become an evil creature sooner or later.

"Before that, that person will definitely have Haruaki Abe destroy or seal it." He disapprovingly used "that person" instead of "His Majesty".

"Is there no way?" Junka asked.

"I can't think of anything for the time being."

Ma Ye paused and said to Junka, "By the way, you know that I have Spirit Vision. Can you tell your two Fu Mourning God to stop imagining things?"

The topic changed so quickly that Junka couldn't react in time.

Ma Ye's expression was a bit mischievous.

"They're thinking about 'love between an older woman and a younger man.'

What does' love between an older woman and a younger man 'mean? "

He asked, "My age should be about the same as yours … Do I look very young?"

Junka Hoshino exploded on the spot.

She immediately turned around, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared to beat up the two Fu Mourning God who had embarrassed themselves in front of outsiders.

Ma Ye Tong looked at her angry back and yawned softly. He leaned against the pillar and narrowed his eyes.

He thought of those wailing souls, thought of his ambitious "master" who had tried to devour him, but was instead blown up by his spiritual power. He thought of his master's unwilling roar before his death and smiled.

"Thank you, Shigeru Yu's loyal 'master.'"

Ma Ye Tong quietly closed his eyes.

Two black shadows loomed on both sides of him.

Komusubi and Tsurumaru Kuninaga saw their master say something to the boy, then hurriedly ran back and viciously grabbed their collars, one in each hand.

"… Master?" Komusubi had an innocent expression.

"Whoa, you scared me!" Tsuru Maru widened his eyes.

"Don't talk." Junka scolded, stretched out her index finger, and quietly wrote a few words.

Then she let go of her hand, and looked satisfied as if she had already lost her temper. "Don't think too much in the future. You're too much — you're the Government of the Hour's strongest fighting force, aren't you ashamed!"

"Oh?" Komusubi raised his eyebrows. "Is it only the 'Government of the Hour'?

What about the master's eyes? "

Of course …

"… Wait a minute, you're not allowed to tease the master."

She covered her slightly red cheeks and said righteously, "You're not allowed to tease the master … you're not allowed to refute.

Komusubi, have you ever teased an emperor? "

Tsuru Maru gloatingly clapped his hands.

"…" Komusubi sighed and pointed at Tsuru Maru. "What about him?"

"From today onwards, everyone will be treated equally," Junka said.

Tsuru Maru felt as if he had been hit by ten thousand Sanchū's.

"I don't agree!"

Tsuru Maru raised his hand angrily. "What about Sanchū — 'Hahaha, touch me, touch me, it's okay' — this should also be forbidden by the master, right?"

…

"How do you expect me to answer this kind of question?"

Junka pointed ahead. "Why don't you go directly to Sanri Yue Temple and tell me the result after the discussion?"

"Sanchū?

He's still lost in some ditch … What's with your expressions … No way, isn't this too much of a coincidence? "

Tsuru Maru slowly turned around.

Sanchū Sōjin, who had arrived late, was smiling at them.

Ma Ye Tong, who seemed to be asleep on the porch, also slowly raised the corners of her lips.

After a simple "exchange", Sanchū came to Junka's side.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sanri Yue Temple." Junka was a little apologetic. "Did the boss make things difficult for you?"

"Oh, no." Sanchū paused. "What happened in the main hall? Can you tell me about it?"

Junka told him everything in detail.

The voice she had heard in her dream, her transmigration, the beautiful woman who had tricked her into saving Child Ma Ye, Yumo Masato who had turned into a "ghost," Little Uramaru who had degenerated, as well as the demons who had been deliberately arranged by the Historical Revisionists to kill her …

"I see."

Sanchū looked at Little Turtle, who was surrounded by black gas by the pond, and said thoughtfully, "Then, this is Little Turtle Hall, right?

It's actually cursed … Main Hall, do you already have an idea? "

"Yes." Junka nodded, and her expression became serious. "I hope you can hear me out."

"Please go ahead."

Her idea was very simple, but also very dangerous.

"I want to go to Little Turtle Hall's inner world to investigate," Junka said, "Ma Ye and I both believe that Little Turtle Hall still retains some rationality.

If we continue to ignore the 'curse', it will cause Little Turtle Hall to further degenerate.

At that time, it might cause unpredictable consequences. "

Sanchū stopped Tsuru Maru, who was about to speak.

"Main Hall."

He lowered his head and stared at her with his eyes that reflected the new moon. "Little Turtle Hall … what right does he have to make you risk your life?"

Junka was stunned.

"Even if he's' Little Turtle Hall ', perhaps he's just a' Little Turtle Hall 'of One Vibration in a parallel universe."

Sanchū calmly stated, "Even if this One Vibration is destroyed, as long as the original 'Little Turtle Hall' is here, 'Little Turtle Hall' will not disappear in the end of history.

But you're different. If you die, you won't have the chance to be resurrected. "

Among the people present, only he understood the true meaning of the last sentence.

"… But I've already thought about it."

Feeling the disapproving eyes of Tsuru Maru and Komusubi, and Ma Ye Tong's faint smile, Junka Hoshino said helplessly, "I think I should try to save him."

"When Shigeru Yu chased after me, I thought I was going to die — but Shigeru Yu turned around and went in the opposite direction."

"Although it was only for a moment, I did feel the spiritual power of Little Turtle Hall."

The spiritual power was clear, strong, and firm. It was not as turbid as she imagined.

"So I'm going to try."

She put her hands together, closed her eyes, and pleaded, "I'm confident that nothing will happen. Besides, Ma Ye is here … If Ma Ye can't save me, please send me to Lord Qing Ming-sama. I'm sure she can save me."

Ma Ye Tong, who was innocently implicated, thought, "You seem to be making me laugh."

The Fu Mourning God had no choice but to compromise.

And so, from that moment onwards — no, even earlier than that — Tsurumaru Kuninaga deeply understood his master's personality of "once she's determined, she won't change her mind no matter what."

But he was still unwilling to give up.

Ma Ye Tong arranged for Junka and the swords to stay in a room deep in the mansion. Ma Ye Tong used a spell to temporarily turn Junka from a spiritual body into a physical body. Then, he was urgently summoned to the palace by the emperor.

When he returned, he was no longer "Ma Ye Tong", but "Prince Asakura". The master of this mansion was also changed from "Shigeru Yu" to "Asakura."

But this had nothing to do with Tsuru Maru.

What he cared about the most now was …

"Don't show up in front of me, Tsuru Maru."

Junka Hoshino closed the "Book of Songs of Ancient and Modern" and explained expressionlessly, "I've already decided on this idea, and I won't change it!

No matter how you persuade me, it's useless. "

Tsuru Maru suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He half-knelt in front of Junka and pressed his hands on her shoulders, "You really won't change?"

"No," Junka answered numbly, "It's useless to get so close to me. Even if you kiss me, I won't change —"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga quickly pecked her.

"Can't I?" He asked solemnly with a smile in his bright eyes.

…

…

…

Oh ho.

Junka Hoshino used her greatest strength and fastest speed to push Tsurumaru Kuninaga out and slammed the door.

"Master?!" Tsuru Maru knocked on the door desperately. "Are you angry?

Let me in. Do you want me to sleep with those two old men, Sanchū and Komusubi? "

"You're all iron after you transform into your original form!" Junka gritted her teeth. "You can all transform back into your original forms and line up in a row … That's good!

No one will be seen naked. "

"… Master, what are you talking about?

Damn it, did you learn bad things from Smiling Qing Jiang? "

"Go away!"

"I won't go!"

"If you don't go, I'll go!"

Junka stuck a talisman on the door and let Tsuru Maru pester her. She threw herself back into the quilt and covered her head with the pillow.

(Tsuru Maru … Did he become stupid because he made too many swords?

Does he know what this action means to humans?)

The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she felt. She couldn't wait to go out and think about her next life with Little Wumaru by the pond.

… Wait, Little Wumaru?

Junka had an idea. She wanted to get up, but she suddenly found that she couldn't move.

She didn't know when it started, but a faint fragrance lingered in the room.

His slender fingers covered Junka Hoshino's eyes from behind.

Alas, such a big movement woke me up from my dream.

His warm breath blew on Junka's neck, ambiguous and dangerous.

Let me see … Oh?

A … Divine Inquisitor who coincidentally obtained a second life?

— If you don't mind, please chat with me.

Author Has Something to Say: 8.20

… Ah, Tsuru Maru, are you happy eating this candy?

I'm going to freeze you. You're always stopping me from writing the story.

Tsuru's greatest enemy has appeared!

Emmmmm, but this little ancestor is a little sick right now. She's not like this normally.

Also, I got Onii-chan from dieting today! Tsk!

I got Mitarai from 6-1!

There's a girl in the group who got 19 liver drops. If you want to freeload off her luck, please join the group as soon as possible.

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