"For your sake." Kasahara Hikari shrugged cutely.
The three demons and one human continued drinking, until they gradually began to yawn.
In the blink of an eye, twilight had already descended, the mist darkening, enveloping all of Tokyo in a pale halo of light, the kind that changes color when the sunset filters through the clouds.
"What are your thoughts?" Fujiwara Reya asked Yoshitsune.
"Me? As long as there's wine to drink and women to accompany me..." Yoshitsune said, propping his cheek and smiling.
Fujiwara Reya patiently waited for him to continue.
The little monk, with soft skin and delicate features, spoke like a girl, always slow and deliberate with gentle speech, it was indeed challenging to imagine him as a Ghost King who devours people without blinking.
Mrs. Kasahara was also watching him.
Tamamoya was drunk, her gaze chasing a few dragonflies.
