Chapter 1087: Chapter 640: Japanese Specialties (Part 2)
No doubt, she was once the oiran who outshone the Yoshiwara beauty crowd; a stunningly beautiful woman, from whom the current appearance she inherited.
Yet, about that Great Sword Master mother from her paternal side…
Miss Oiran’s mory of this paternal mother stopped at a silhouette: wounded, filled with weapons, yet still supporting herself with a broken sword, kneeling before her wife and finally bowing her head in exhaustion and dying.
In those days, covered in bloodstains, it was really difficult to discern her appearance.
Later, when Ibuki Yuuki beca the master of the Yoshiwara Flower District, she intentionally started gathering information about her father’s side mother.
Her paternal mother was also a regular in Yoshiwara, a romantic in the sea of flowers, hence it wasn’t difficult to find information. Soon, she obtained nurous paintings from the hands of several elderly folks on Flower Street, which were portrayed by courtesans who admired her paternal mother.
Honestly, in Ibuki Yuuki’s heart, her paternal mother should be a true iron-willed woman; after all, the bloody, unyielding silhouette in her mory was deeply imprinted—truly a hero. But…
Sigh, the images she collected depicted soone handso, yet gave an impression of unreliable street fooling.
Yes, evidently a silver-tongued rogue lass.
And now, the Judge Witch standing on stage bears an almost identical resemblance to those paintings. After all, the Yoshiwara courtesans, masters of arts, painted skillfully with almost photographic resemblance.
However, the Judge Witch doesn’t exude that frivolous air from the illustrations; instead, a mature charm born from a rogue turned good, evolving through filtered life experiences.
If it was a man, it’d probably be the so-called ‘uncle flavor,’ but since she is a witch, perhaps this is the unique maturity grace of a mature lady.
Anyway, this appearance seems more attractive to young Little Witches compared to the youthful rogue lass she once was.
Yet still, no heroic impression, alright?
In short, this paternal mother looks drastically different from what Ibuki Yuuki always imagined.
But when Miss Judge first appeared, Ibuki Yuuki instantly spotted her amid the yin cha, seeming as though a connection sparked between them.
Not just her; the yin cha lady felt similarly. Their gazes collided montarily, seeing an enigmatic closeness in each other.
“Such a fateful eting indeed.”
For Dorothy, this situation resonated as intriguing, as she interestingly watched the ongoing judgnt.
The two mothers of Miss Oiran were hunted by forces sent by Kamo Tadayuki, the Great Onmyoji; yet now, the situation reversed: in the mortal realm you’re the nobility; in the underworld, I am the judge.
What an ironic turn of fortune indeed.
…….
“Kamiizumi Hidetsuna, how could it be you, on what basis are you here?”
In that hall, the Great Onmyoji, initially ready to confess, reacted intensely, glaring vehently at this old acquaintance, recognized even if turned to ashes, gritting teeth as she questioned.
Wasn’t she dead? How is she present here? Why is she that haunting spirit who refuses to stay dead?
Already soul-shattered, she was fired up, irrational, unaware of her surroundings.
Yet, facing this, the elegant Judge Witch above the platform maintained composure, shrugging.
“Do you think I ca here willingly? Kamo, my old classmate, my once dear friend, don’t you recall who sent to this Land of Underworld?”
Sharply, her eyes t the gaze of her enemy below, questioning coldly.
Kamo Tadayuki: “……”
The Great Onmyoji eventually recalled her location, montarily unsure of how to respond.
Completely understandable though, she ordered the kill; the soul naturally ca to this underworld. Yet, who would’ve thought they’d et again under such circumstances.
“Heh, Kamiizumi Hidetsuna, does my hatred and intent to kill confound you? Do not forget what you did back then?”
The Great Onmyoji, slightly cald, tidied up her appearance, transitioning from disheveled to coldly proud, looking at this Judge Witch with complex emotions.
“Kamo, I clearly stated, there’s only friendship possible between us.”
“Heh, was that your reason for breaking the engagent?”
“That engagent was rely a family arrangent either way.”
……
“Hiss, such ssy rings!”
On the audience seats, Dorothy, almost choked by the sudden drama, widened eyes, then turned to the equally bewildered Miss Oiran.
Good grief, she truly didn’t expect this kind of relationship between these two.
Moreover, if Hobody Witch recalled correctly, Miss Oiran’s mother, the preceding oiran, seed to be Kamo Tadayuki’s vine woman kept for her child…
Did my broken engagent partner snatch away my daughter-in-law?
Emmmm, indeed, true Japanese Witch play; you folks really know how to amuse.
Dorothy couldn’t quite grasp, but she was significantly shocked.
Nonetheless, upon reflection, witches are eternal life species, and the age gap among witch couples can indeed be substantial, separated over several generations at tis.
Eternal species’ view on love indeed differs from the short-lived human species; furthermore, within humanity, old husband and young wife pairings aren’t uncommon.
…..
“Kamiizumi, you know each other?”
Above the high platform, King Yan Luo blinked, inquired.
Not much surprised by the theatrics, having witnessed even juicier stories over the years; surprised by the fact the criminal was soone known to her adept subordinate.
Moreover, another relationship dispute; love indeed is chaos’s root.
“Lord Yama, indeed familiar; she’s practically responsible for my family’s demise.”
Miss Judge stated frankly.
Afterwards, she glanced at Ibuki Yuuki beside her.
Instantly recognizing, this witch resembling her wife was undoubtedly her daughter.
An inevitable surge of anger filled her heart.
Her struggles prior in the underworld weren’t rely for revenge, more for the offspring she couldn’t let go.
But now, reunited as a family; her unfortunate daughter still young despite a hundred years.
Therefore, Kamo Tadayuki, you deserve to die.
Unaware of how her child arrived in this Land of Underworld, the Judge Witch assud her daughter perished together with Kamo Tadayuki.
Nevertheless, Miss Yama remained calm.
“Is that so.”
Musing at the heavenly cycle, she refocused her gaze towards Kamo Tadayuki below.
“Indeed a heinous sinner; let’s skip formalities, hall’s sinner, I ask you, when did you collaborate with Izanagi?”
The small Yama’s gaze held authority below, speaking thus.
King Yan Luo’s eyes are magical, nad the Eyes of Judgnt, able to discern others’ sins at a glance.
This Kamo Tadayuki was enveloped in nurous sins, entwined with the grudges of countless witches; confessing such misdeeds would, if not excessively, require days and nights.
These accumulated sins are enough to bring her to hell repeatedly, however, beyond such common sins, as a daughter of Izanami, Lord Yama sensed a familiar strength from this evil spirit’s soul.
That’s the strength of father Izanagi.
That ambitious Immortal desires a coback?
Though mortal affairs supposedly unrelated to the underworld, but being Izanami’s daughter, Lord Yama herself has so personal vendetta to settle.
Rogue man biss.
Below, Kamo Tadayuki’s expression drastically changed.
… Witch concerned deeply…
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