Onmyoji, a nobleman in Heian-kyo

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However, it would be almost impossible to maintain the state of not seeing any monsters as we do now.

Anyway, by then...

Humans really have to grit their teeth and learn from monsters what "peaceful coexistence" means.

Just thinking about that situation...

Kyosuke Kosaka could already foresee the immense responsibility he would have to shoulder.

Fortunately, as long as you do a better job than others, there won't be any problems.

Moreover, Kyosuke Kosaka truly doesn't believe that any rational minister would allow someone else to take over their position.

I already have experience in dealing with flood victims and experience in managing the retreat of the Great River Mountain.

Replacing someone else with Kyoto's security would only make things worse.

It's more like a "race to the bottom" kind of competition.

As long as you are stronger than your opponent, that's enough.

If you want to be ruthless, you should try to weaken your opponent.

But where will the opponent come from?

Casually considering his options, Kyosuke Kosaka pulled back one of the curtains and looked at the firemen patrolling outside the car.

A sense of satisfaction began to creep into my heart.

Where would thieves appear if things were like yesterday?

Ironically, the thieves' accomplices were brought there by a nobleman.

That nobleman happened to be a vassal of the former White Road Chief and the second son of the legitimate heir, so Kousaka Kyosuke decided to ignore him.

After all, competition involving the imperial court is still very dangerous.

It would be more effective to just let the boss, this Taoist priest, continue to serve as a shield.

He used me, and I used him.

perfect!

As darkness fell, Kyosuke Kosaka arrived at the same spot as yesterday.

After being led inside by passing a note through the side door, Kyosuke Kosaka was led in.

He was led to a side hall.

The lantern cast a soft candlelight glow.

When Kousaka Kyosuke entered, all he saw were layers of white shoji screens blocking one side of the space.

The simply dressed maids moved about inside the shoji screens, their figures shimmering.

At a glance, Kyosuke Kosaka spotted a graceful figure sitting motionless atop the layers of shoji screens.

Soon, he could only see two shadows behind the shoji screen.

The others left.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

There was a silence that suggested he didn't know what to say.

Kyosuke Kosaka and a woman named Shikibu Fuji sat facing each other in silence, separated by a screen.

"Kyosuke-sama."

"I'm here."

The familiar, gentle yet magnetic voice rang out again, and Kyosuke Kousaka responded immediately.

"Thanks to your help yesterday."

"You flatter me, it was just a small favor."

“I’ve heard that you’ve also established various rules here.”

"Yes, I do, but I only did it for my own convenience."

"That's still quite remarkable."

Fujishikibu spoke slowly and deliberately.

The sound is like a clear spring, nourishing one's body and mind.

Kyosuke Kousaka, who had initially been hesitant, gradually relaxed.

After chatting for a while, he discovered that Fujishibu was incredibly understanding.

The waka poems and verses that I had painstakingly compiled from my own memory are no longer needed.

He felt a sense of relief.

Before long, the air became quiet again.

As Kousaka Kyosuke pondered how to phrase his words, the maid left first.

Before leaving, he also extinguished the flame of the lantern...

It became dark all around.

Only the faint, bright moonlight filtering through the window painstakingly illuminated the side hall.

Kyosuke Kosaka thought to himself, candles are indeed expensive in this era.

But is it really necessary to be this frugal?

"Kyosuke-sama."

"...Should I go over there?"

After thinking for a moment, Kousaka Kyosuke asked.

Fujishikibu said, "...Well, I can't see around me."

This is night blindness.

You need to supplement with vitamin A.

Kyosuke Kousaka really wanted to be mischievous.

But he hasn't gone to such an inconsiderate degree.

As you walk lightly, you can easily see your gaze sweeping across the dark space.

Kousaka Kyosuke quickly walked up to Fuji Shikibu.

Fujishikibu, sitting quietly, covered half of her beautiful face with her long sleeves.

She was wearing a red-faced, purple-lined outer garment.

Her black hair was exceptionally thick, flowing smoothly over her shoulders and back, perfectly proportioned to her size, and very neat.

Her figure appeared exquisitely beautiful under the dim moonlight.

What impressed Kousaka Kyosuke the most was...

It's probably still Fujishikibu's deep, unyielding purple eyes that seem devoid of any extraneous emotion.

"Thank you for your help, Lord Kyosuke."

Fujishikibu released his hand, raising his face, which was cold and indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Kyosuke Kosaka just chuckled, took her little hand, and slowly guided her forward.

"I know absolutely nothing about this person."

"I have little desire."

That's what he thought.

But every time he thought of Fujiwara Kaori's first request, he still came over.

It was a bit of a stretch.

Experiencing the unique characteristics of this era is a special kind of fun.

From the perspective of.

Her delicate, slightly lonely brows were gradually filled with the warmth of spring.

That seemingly weary and melancholic demeanor also shone with a stunning brilliance with each rise and fall...

At the third quarter of the hour of Yin (3:45 AM), the sky was dark and the rooster had not yet crowed at dawn.

Lying on the bed, Kyosuke Kousaka quietly looked at the pitch-black surroundings, without expanding his senses.

But he knew perfectly well that Fujishikibu, whose breathing was still rapid, was watching him.

Kousaka Kyosuke waited quietly.

"You...you've lost control of your bladder?"

After a long pause, the voice finally explained the problem clearly.

Kyosuke Kosaka nearly choked to death!!