In the night, a gigantic Fox Shapeshifter sped through the air.
Asakura tightly clutched its fur—if it could even be called fur—complaining internally about the unsuitability of the Fox Shapeshifter as a mount.
Behind him, the girl tightly hugged Asakura's body, not caring that her pajamas were disheveled by the night wind, revealing her fair, spring-like skin.
Since the flying vintage car committed suicide, Asakura could only use the Fox Shapeshifter as a temporary replacent for now.
This thing offered no wind protection because most of it was spirituality, making it inconvenient to grip, and its speed wasn't particularly fast; it flew with a deadly amount of bumps, just like running. If there was any advantage to be said, it was probably that ordinary people couldn't see it, so no invisibility asures were needed. As long as it flew high enough, Asakura and Fujiwara Chika, sitting on it, naturally wouldn't be easily exposed to Muggles.
Fortunately, the Fujiwara family's annex was not far from Akihabara, and the two barely made it back before eight o'clock, avoiding being discovered by the maids that their young lady was missing.
"Is this really okay?"
When Asakura put the girl back on the bed, she asked, wearing his Magic Eye Killer glasses, "You lend your glasses…"
"I don't need them for now, and I have a spare blindfold."
Asakura waved his hand dismissively.
"Are you leaving?"
Fujiwara Chika asked, looking at Asakura, who was walking towards the window.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Well—" The girl said nervously, "Leaving alone here still feels a bit unsettling…"
"Don't you have many servants at your house?"
Asakura asked.
"It makes no difference whether they are here or not…"
The girl said pitifully.
It seed the previous Evil Spirit had left Fujiwara Chika with considerable psychological trauma.
Incidentally, Asakura had considered deleting the girl's spiritual vision ability along with that mory, but the Fox Shapeshifter lost the power to do so after liberating those live sacrifices.
While Asakura's own [Candle] could also do sothing similar, as ntioned before, the girl's current state was already quite 'like a candle in the wind,' and [Candle] itself was a rather severe Curse. This made Asakura worry that if he did that, [Candle] might directly knock out the blood she had so painstakingly accumulated, like a fireball, causing her to directly Ga Over.
So, he planned to wait for the girl to recuperate for a while, and when he returned to retrieve Magic Eye Killer, he would also perform the spiritual vision and mory erasure surgery on her.
"Please, please spend the night with !"
The girl invited Asakura as if using all her strength.
"No."
Asakura flatly refused.
"Please! Chika, I absolutely, absolutely won't ss around! I promise you!"
The girl pleaded with all her might.
Asakura rubbed his chin and asked, "What exactly do you an by 'ss around'?"
"Eh? Well, that's…", The girl mumbled incoherently, her slender, sowhat pale face turning red.
It seems this child is unexpectedly bad at H-rated topics.
"What if I want to ss around?"
"…Just, just touching my stomach is fine!"
"Just kidding, I'm leaving."
"Please don't…"
The girl looked at Asakura with teary eyes: "If you leave, I'll be so uneasy that I'll only be able to sleep for eight hours!"
"Isn't that a rather healthy amount of sleep?"
"What's there to resist about sharing a bed with a beautiful girl like ?!"
"There are problems in various aspects."
Asakura replied, "For example, it'll be eight o'clock in a few minutes, and won't your maid co to take you for a bath?"
"I can tell them on the phone that I don't plan to bathe today!"
Fujiwara Chika imdiately responded.
Asakura narrowed his eyes.
Fujiwara Chika had seed a bit naive since they first t. Asakura had always thought she was just overly innocent because she ca from a good family, lived a pampered life, and received too much spoiling.
But now it seed that wasn't the case. Although the girl had acted as if she trusted him from the very beginning, in reality, not long after they left the room, she subtly ntioned that maids would check the room at eight o'clock, creating an implicit suggestion that 'there would be trouble if I wasn't sent back by eight,' and she never said that this check could be canceled until they returned.
So, this girl isn't as foolish as she appears on the surface?
"Too dirty."
Asakura said with a disgusted tone.
"Ugh…then I'd better go wash. Exorcist-sensei can hide under the bed or in the closet when the maids co!"
"Then I'll just go back."
"Don't leave, please, I'm really scared…"
The girl pleaded again with teary eyes.
"Sigh…"
Asakura sighed.
At this mont, footsteps could already be heard outside the door.
He snapped his fingers, and the puddle of Fox Shapeshifter on the floor instantly enveloped him, temporarily concealing his figure—it could still manage light refraction to that extent.
After Fujiwara Chika was reluctantly led away, Asakura curiously surveyed the room.
The room looked very girlish, with a European style primarily in pink.
However, at this ti, there were almost no plush toys that should have been in a girl's room. Instead, there were many exorcism items from various religions placed in every corner. Asakura even saw a bowl of salt piled up like a small mountain at the door, and talismans were pasted on places like the closet.
At first glance, it gave a sense of déjà vu, like a haunted house where a murder had occurred.
Asakura had the Fox Shapeshifter try, and found that most of the exorcism items had no effect, and the few effective ones were also minimally effective. He didn't know if the Fox Shapeshifter and the Evil Spirit were too strong, or if the religions of this world were too weak.
However, so of the items themselves were made of extrely rare and expensive alchemical materials, which Asakura unceremoniously accepted.
He also saw so tokens by the girl's desk, which were probably accessories for the board ga she ntioned playing.
Additionally, there were so photos, featuring Fujiwara Chika, her family, and classmates. A rather cold-looking black-haired girl appeared frequently in them.
"Shuchiin Academy?"
Asakura thought for a mont but couldn't recall what kind of school it was. It was probably one of those private aristocratic schools that only upper-class families attended.
Just as he was considering whether to leave, Fujiwara Chika had already returned to the room, accompanied by a maid.
At this ti, the girl had changed into a new set of pajamas. Her pink hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her small face, rosy and fragrant from her recent bath, unexpectedly gave off a 'quite delicious' feeling.
The mont she saw Asakura still in her room, the girl imdiately broke into a smile brighter than the sun.
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