Onmyoji, a nobleman in Heian-kyo

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The black-haired girl reflexively raised her shoulders, her delicate body trembling.

She glanced at Kyosuke Kosaka instinctively and was somewhat relieved to find that he was just coughing.

"...Let's not observe anymore."

The black-haired girl murmured.

I did learn about it carefully in physiology class.

Why would you want to look at a strange man's?

To be honest, this guy was pretty ugly, yet he inexplicably did something so absurd...

Muttering to herself, the black-haired girl looked bewildered and quietly sat down at the table.

Her serene and elegant demeanor was once again on full display.

She is Kasumigaoka Utaha, from the modern era.

She was born into this world in the royal palace as a maid.

As a result, I don't know how I was chosen and given the identity to become a plagiarist.

Today, I am finally completely liberated.

"How can I compare to those poets who have read countless classics since childhood and can compose waka poems at the age of a few years old?"

"It's no use making me learn this and that every day, I really can't compare to these people..."

Kasumigaoka grumbled and vented her dissatisfaction.

She had only been in this world for a short time when her identity was discovered, and she was then used as a tool to curry favor with important figures.

How could she possibly accept this?

But when you're under someone's roof, you really have to bow your head.

But there's absolutely no way to save them right now.

Because the New Year's Eve is just a few days away.

At that time, His Majesty and several high-ranking officials would set the questions, and there would definitely be a Taoist priest present!

If I don't perform well on the spot, it will definitely affect Akiko, whom I am serving.

Although it is shameful for her to run away like this.

He knew perfectly well that his abilities were truly limited, so he could only commit suicide by drinking poison.

"I really want to have a match with Sei Shonagon, but she's too talented... I can't compete with her at all."

"They underestimate this legendary singer, or perhaps they overestimate me?"

Kasumigaoka sighed softly.

It turns out that death is indeed the best solution.

Even though I am just a high school student.

Even if Sei Shonagon is not much older than her, can she compare?

To be honest, she really felt bad for plagiarizing everyone's waka poems and stories.

But it doesn't matter, now that she's dead, it's all over...

"Those bastards are always spouting such lewd and vulgar language, it's really enough, they're such bastards!"

"Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting!"

"A dog of a man who only knows how to play around with women and throw parties!"

Resentful words kept ringing out.

As Kousaka Kyosuke was drinking water, he suddenly realized that the water didn't taste sweet anymore.

It felt like being pointed at and scolded; this was a feeling I had never experienced before.

Ultimately, all the people I've encountered over the years have been normal, so there's nothing wrong with my speech.

Even in this era, the most vicious insults I've ever seen come from my brother-in-law Hachiman's classmates.

As for the more ferocious ones?

They were probably vicious bandits and outlaws who knew they could not be forgiven.

Unfortunately, he was killed by Kyosuke Kousaka before he could finish speaking.

In other words.

At this moment, it was the first time that Kyosuke Kosaka had been reprimanded to his face.

For no apparent reason, certain famous scenes came to mind.

Phrases like "How dare you lay a hand on me?" or "This is a feeling I've never had before."

It's getting weirder and weirder.

Feeling quite puzzled, Kousaka Kyosuke simply adopted a pensive expression with his eyes lowered to avoid arousing suspicion.

Kasumigaoka himself became more and more excited as he spoke.

"You should speak more like a human being and avoid associating with nobles who always squeal like pigs."

"When someone recites a line of a waka poem, you immediately start making 'poof poof poof' noises... It's terribly ugly!"

"If you're in heat, why don't you rub against a tree like a pig? Or go root in the mud!"

"Also, don't try to wield too much power; it will backfire sooner or later..."

In the end, a hint of resentment and complexity flickered in Kasumigaoka's wine-red eyes.

After her sudden suicide, she realized that she had died too late.

She plagiarized so many people's work, especially the famous "The Tale of Genji," she's simply unbelievable.

This is probably why he was so eager to commit suicide.

Kasumigaoka knew that she was ugly enough.

If you were to expose your ugliness in front of everyone and tarnish the reputation of "The Tale of Genji", you would be deserving of death!

She doesn't want this!

Absolutely not!

"In the end, I'm a... coward myself."

"No, that's your decision, your wish. It's a remarkable thing that a person can choose life and death according to their own wishes, regardless of right or wrong."

"..." Kasumigaoka, who was still muttering to herself, suddenly narrowed her eyes and subconsciously looked at the man beside her.

The man was Kyosuke Kosaka, who was still looking down, as if deep in thought.

Kasumigaoka, however, understood that Kyosuke Kousaka must have heard her complaints, and most likely even saw her...

An indescribable and ineffable sense of dread suddenly arose.

calm.

calm down!

We must stay calm!!

Are you praising me for being amazing?

"Yes, that's amazing."

"Then why did you pretend you couldn't hear me just now?"

"..."

"Looks like you crave my insults, don't you? Your severe masochistic tendencies are quite rare."

"I'm just curious. Also, I'm going to take you to meet the Taoist Master, so you should be prepared."

"—?!"

Kasumigaoka, who had been trying to maintain his composure, finally broke down.

She finally couldn't help but ask, "Who exactly are you?!"

Kyosuke, an Onmyoji.

As he spoke, Kousaka Kyosuke looked up at Kasumigaoka, whose face was filled with astonishment.

Kasumigaoka was utterly shocked when he heard the name Kousaka Kyosuke, and then gave a wry smile.

"Why must I remain restless even after I'm dead...?"

Isn't this the famous Onmyoji?

Why is she always so unlucky?

"I'll ask the chief about his opinion then. Judging by his temperament, he probably won't be interested in seeing a dead man like you. You should take the initiative to tell him their information now."

Kousaka Kyosuke said again.

After hearing Kasumigaoka's own account, he realized that Kasumigaoka's creation was a product of a group of people packaging it up.