"King, just wait for my cooking."
Seiko said, but she didn't let go at all. She even squeezed closer, letting Ayato see more clearly.
Shizuka: "..."
'Wow!'
'Was this a shrine?'
'Was this woman a Miko?'
'Had she come to the wrong place?'
'This woman was... hard to judge.'
'Were all Master's servants like this?'
Momo covered her face, completely furious. "Old lady, that's enough!"
"And don't you see there's a new member?"
'New member?'
Seiko blinked, then noticed Shizuka.
Stare!
Instantly, her gaze sharpened.
'Another older one.'
'Did the King like this type?'
Although this was a good thing...
She herself should probably act quickly.
Instinctively, she looked at Momo, who was tugging at her.
'And this girl, all my lessons had been for nothing. Why wasn't she getting it?'
"That's right, Seiko, let me introduce her."
Ayato pointed at Shizuka. "This is a new servant. I'm showing her around."
Shizuka was stunned for a moment, then bowed slightly, her professional smile on full display. "Hello, I'm Hiratsuka Shizuka. Nice to meet you."
"Ayase Seiko, Momo's grandmother, also a Miko..."
Hearing this, Shizuka's smile completely froze.
'Grandmother?'
'Momo's grandmother was this young?'
'No, that wasn't the point.'
'The real problem was that both of us are Master's servants, right?'
'Master played way too many games.'
At the same time,
The corner of Seiko's mouth curled up.
She looked up and said seriously, "King, I've used my blessing recently."
"Is that so?"
Ayato smiled. "Then it definitely needs to be replenished. Otherwise, you'd be lacking a way to protect yourself."
"That's right, exactly."
"Mmnn..."
On the other side, Hiratsuka Shizuka's eyes widened. Her pupils shook violently.
'What was this? One disagreement and they just went this far?'
Thump! Thump!
She could even hear her own heart pounding violently.
She, Hiratsuka Shizuka, twenty-seven years old.
Single since birth.
For her, this was too stimulating.
"That old lady."
Momo couldn't bear to watch.
'Right in front of Hiratsuka-sensei, this is far too embarrassing.'
A moment later,
Seiko stepped back, slightly pursed her lips, gave Ayato a charming look, and then went to prepare dinner.
She made sukiyaki.
It was very difficult to make this dish very tasty.
But it was even harder to make it bad.
"Mm, tastes good."
Ayato gave high praise.
Although it couldn't compare to Erina's cooking...
Since he wasn't planning to leave, who cared what he ate?
…
Late at night.
"Old lady, there aren't any ceremonies lately, are there? Why are you wearing the clothes for offering sacrifices to the gods?"
Momo looked at Seiko, who was looking in the mirror, her expression somewhat strange.
"Who says there's no ceremony?"
"We are serving the gods all the time, you know."
Seiko blinked. "Oh, right, take out the thing in the right-hand cabinet."
"Oh."
Momo nodded vaguely and instinctively opened the cabinet.
Then,
She froze in place.
'P-pink?'
Her pupils contracted sharply.
'This old lady was this trendy?'
"What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and bring it here."
"O-okay."
Momo picked it up, looking at her fingers through the material, already flushed.
Paired with the ceremonial robes, this was practically sacrilege against the gods.
'What was going on in that old lady's head?'
"You're too slow."
Seiko came over and quickly put it on.
'Mm!'
'It fit perfectly.'
'It just felt... drafty.'
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A cool breeze blew in through the window.
Ayato sat in a chair.
He sometimes turned into a black eagle, sometimes into a sparrow, seemingly able to change his form at will.
"Not bad. Sun Wukong's Authority has also changed somewhat within me."
"I can also use it without needing the word spirit."
Ayato returned to his original form.
This divine ability of thousand transformations was already as easy as moving an arm or finger.
Thinking of something, Ayato's gaze drifted down.
"Not bad. Any part can also change according to my will."
"For a man, this is practically a divine skill!"
Ayato's eyes lit up, a smile touching his lips.
He would develop it further.
Could he go up and down, left and right, even spin around?
Glancing at the time, Ayato stroked his chin.
'Why weren't they here yet? Had I misread the situation?'
As he thought this, clear footsteps sounded outside.
'As expected!'
'Here they come!'
'I knew I couldn't have misjudged.'