Simulator in Type-moon, Starting with becoming Morgan husband!

Night Parade of a Hundred Demons in Heian-kyo

Chapter 109. Minamoto no Raikou has been searching for the Grand Onmyoji for a long time.

He had never heard this voice before.

Cold and unfamiliar, with a tone that carried a clear warning.

But the thing Ian hated the most was exactly this kind of attitude.

What he wanted to do had never been up to others to decide —— of course, except for Morgan.

"Listen, I don't know who you are."

"But the way you talk, I extremely dislike it."

"So——"

"Whether I enter or not has nothing to do with you."

Before the voice could respond, Ian directly pulled open the door in front of him.

He knew what was waiting for him ahead.

But at the same time, he could also feel —— perhaps that was exactly what he needed.

[Simulation status is in cooldown—— Cooldown complete.]

[Confirming environmental components—— Confirmation complete.]

[This simulation is an official historical simulation. The host, please take note.]

[Additionally, based on the current situation, after the simulation ends, an effort will be made to provide abilities that match reality.]

[Real-world memories have been stored.]

[Try to guide history in the direction you deem most reasonable!]

[This simulation's location: Heian-kyo.]

[Drawing initial Talents.]

[Grand Onmyoji: You are the strongest Onmyoji of the Heian era, but you have an eccentric personality. Anyone trying to find you will not have an easy time.]

[Eternally Concealed Secret: A great secret lies hidden within you, but for some reason, you have temporarily forgotten what it is.]

[Mountain and River Veil: You can grant others an identity that is difficult to see through, but at the same time, you will receive a corresponding alternate identity.]

[You have forgotten your origins and the memories surrounding that time.]

[By the time you remembered everything, you had already become an outstanding Onmyoji.]

[Your life was supposed to be extremely peaceful.]

[Because despite your exceptional talent in Onmyodo, you have no desires or ambitions.]

[You have almost no friends, and your interactions are limited to those living nearby.]

[But you don't mind —— after all, peace and quiet is not a bad thing.]

[Everything should have continued smoothly like that.]

[Until today, when a female samurai named Minamoto no Raikou came to your door.]

[She seems to have something to ask of you.]

Outside a dilapidated house.

Ian was looking at the woman in front of him with a face full of doubt.

At this moment, she was wearing a graceful purple kimono. The curves of her chest were displayed perfectly in his line of sight, an allure far beyond that of ordinary people.

Her soft purple hair was cut in a Hime-cut style, with only the ends lightly tied by a silk ribbon to keep them from being blown around by the wind.

Her clear, deep purple eyes gazed intently at the man before her, filled with expectation.

If not for the sharp sword at her waist exuding an icy aura, Ian would have certainly thought she was a noblewoman awaiting her wedding day.

"Minamoto no Raikou."

"That's your name, isn't it?"

"Yes, Master." Minamoto no Raikou answered respectfully.

Ian glanced at her and smiled slightly:

"That name is very nice, just hearing it makes one think of nobility and wealth."

"But——"

"I will not become your master, so there's no need for you to call me 'Master.'"

"No." Minamoto no Raikou shook her head. "You will."

"Not yet, but after today, you will definitely become my master."

Saying that, she gently pushed the hilt of her sword.

The raised sword gleamed brilliantly, its sharpness unmistakable.

Anyone could see—— this was a threat.

The meaning behind it was, of course, "If you don't agree, then bear the consequences yourself."

If it were an ordinary Onmyoji, seeing Minamoto no Raikou's stance, most would feel threatened and be forced to give in.

However——

Ian didn't care about this kind of thing at all.

He looked straight at Minamoto no Raikou and spoke:

"Your sword may be sharp, but there are still rough edges that haven't been honed."

"Using it to threaten me is nothing more than a child's game."

"What did you say?!"

Minamoto no Raikou's face was filled with unconcealed dissatisfaction.

"Then do you want to test it out?"

"Hmm... I suppose that's not entirely impossible."

Minamoto no Raikou's competitive spirit had been completely provoked by this man named Ian.

She immediately drew the sword at her waist.

"Then don't regret it!"

[Minamoto no Raikou swings her sword at you.]

[You must admit, her martial skills match exactly the first impression you had of her.]

[Just by observing the way she swings her sword, you can tell that she has undergone rigorous training.]

[However, at the same time, you also notice the arrogance within her movements.]

[Raikou places excessive faith in her own swordsmanship.]

[And that is her fatal flaw.]

[You know for certain that you can block this strike.]

Minamoto no Raikou could never have expected—

The man in front of her, with just a small knife, had directly stopped her long sword.

Was this just a coincidence?

Yes!

He was just lucky!

Unwilling to believe the reality before her, Minamoto no Raikou swung her sword down once more.

But the result was exactly the same.

No matter how she adjusted her attacks, Ian was still able to effortlessly block them with precise movements using his small knife.

After numerous exchanges,

Minamoto no Raikou began to pant, while Ian remained as composed as ever.

He looked at her and put away his knife.

"I already told you, if you want to use that to threaten me, then you're being a little too childish."

"Please leave, Minamoto no Raikou."

[In Minamoto no Raikou's astonished gaze, you turn back into the house and close the door.]

[You have your own matters to attend to.]

[That is—pondering over the secret you have forgotten.]

[An extremely difficult process that consumes much more time than you realize.]

[Before you know it, the sky has darkened.]

[You realize you need to find something to eat.]

Ian pushed open the door and stepped outside.

The clear moonlight illuminated the small path in front of his house, covering everything in a layer of pristine white.

Dust particles floated in the air, at this moment appearing like tiny shimmering gemstones.

It should have been a beautiful scene.

Until Ian saw a familiar figure.

Minamoto no Raikou.

She was still standing exactly where she had been defeated.

[Minamoto no Raikou has taken notice of you.]

[She stares at you in silence.]

[You realize that in the time that has passed, she has been deep in thought.]

"Why are you still here?"

Ian looked at Minamoto no Raikou in front of him and asked.

"Standing in front of a man's house in the middle of the night like this might cause people to gossip, you know."

"Not that I particularly care."

"It's just—"

"Someone like you should probably consider their reputation a bit more, shouldn't they?"

"That's not something worth worrying about."

Minamoto no Raikou drew her sword and stabbed it into the ground beside her.

The moonlight reflected off its razor-sharp blade.

"I believe this can explain everything for me."

"And the reason I haven't left is simple."

The female samurai looked at the man in front of her.

"It's because of you."

"But Minamoto no Raikou—"

Ian calmly replied.

"I believe I already said, 'threats' don't work on me, correct?"

"Yes." Minamoto no Raikou nodded.

"Master, you truly did say that."

"That's why I have seriously reflected on myself."

"I sincerely apologize for my thoughtless actions earlier."

"Please forgive me."

She switched to honorific speech and bowed her head in apology.

Ian could sense the sincerity in her words.

He wasn't someone who held grudges.

"So, Minamoto no Raikou, what do you plan to do next?"

"It's simple."

Minamoto no Raikou looked Ian straight in the eye, her violet gaze filled with sincerity.

"Master, I assume you haven't had dinner yet."

"Please lend me a bow, so I may hunt and prepare a meal worthy of you."

"..."

[You realize that Minamoto no Raikou isn't joking.]

[She is truly serious about this.]

[But you still intend to refuse—because even without her, you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.]

[However, just as you are about to speak, your eyes catch sight of Minamoto no Raikou's trembling body.]

[You suddenly realize.]

[She is still wearing the kimono from earlier in the day, and with the nighttime temperature dropping, it's only natural for her to be shivering.]

[And yet, she is doing her best to endure it, not wanting you to notice.]

[A sense of compassion stirs within you.]

"Umu... very well."

Ian looked at Minamoto no Raikou in front of him.

"My bow hasn't been drawn for a long time either; it does need someone like you to give it some exercise."

"But Master, you even brought an animal hide as well."

Minamoto no Raikou hesitated slightly upon seeing the unexpected item.

"This is..."

Ian smiled faintly.

"The thing that needs some exercise isn't just the bow."

"..."

"Then, my gratitude, Master."

[Minamoto no Raikou draped the animal hide you handed her over her shoulders and took the bow you prepared.]

[The two of you entered the forest on the nearby mountain together.]

[Normally, hunting at night is an incredibly reckless act.]

[Darkness serves as the perfect cover for wild beasts.]

[Conversely, a human entering the forest at night is more like prey than a hunter.]

[However, neither you nor Minamoto no Raikou showed the slightest fear.]

"Minamoto no Raikou, aren't you afraid?"

Ian asked as he gazed into the thick darkness of the mountain forest.

"I am not."

Minamoto no Raikou answered without hesitation, her voice firm.

"I am a samurai. How could I possibly fear a mere darkness?"

"That would be a disgrace to a samurai."

As soon as she finished speaking,

Minamoto no Raikou drew her bowstring taut.

Whoosh—

The arrow shot out from the long-unused bow, streaking straight into the depths of the forest.

So fast that its tail had no time to shift in direction.

Duang!

The arrow embedded itself deep into a tree trunk.

And pinned along with it—

Was a rabbit.

This was a precise hunting shot, fired at the exact moment the rabbit leaped into the air.

There was no need for excessive words.

Beyond her exceptional swordsmanship, Minamoto no Raikou's archery was equally exquisite.

[This was no coincidence.]

[Minamoto no Raikou continued to replicate the same movement in the dark forest, her focused expression making it seem as if the entire land beneath her feet was her personal hunting ground.]

[Not until she had loosed every arrow did she finally stop.]

[You realized—this was how she proved herself—fulfilling her promise to you through her martial skills.]

Rustle.

A fire flared up in the middle of the forest.

It was the flame Minamoto no Raikou had kindled.

Ordinarily, this would be a taboo during hunting.

Both the light and the scent of roasting meat could easily attract beasts lurking in the darkness.

But—

Ian didn't care.

Because Minamoto no Raikou had already beheaded all the game she hunted and lined them up neatly on the ground, like trophies of war.

The firelight cast shadows over those severed heads, preserving the final moment before their deaths.

Ian was certain—no intelligent wild beast would dare approach after witnessing such a sight.

On the other side—

Minamoto no Raikou skillfully handled the headless carcasses.

Despite being a woman, there wasn't the slightest trace of fear in her violet eyes as she worked on the dismembered bodies.

On the contrary, she seemed to have a particular fondness for beheading.

Skinning;

Gut removal;

Propping them up with tree branches.

After washing her hands clean in a nearby stream, Minamoto no Raikou returned to Ian's side, carrying the roasted meat.

"Master, there's no salt, so it might taste a little bland."

"Please bear with it."

[But in reality, that was not the case.]

[Throughout the entire preparation process, Minamoto no Raikou had indeed not used a single grain of salt.]

[Yet, she had skillfully utilized the surrounding herbs to enhance the flavor.]

[As a result, the dish had an exceptionally rich and fragrant taste.]

[You realized that despite being a samurai, Minamoto no Raikou also had a rather domestic side.]

"It's delicious."

Ian didn't hesitate to offer his praise.

"Among all the dishes I've tasted, this is the best."

"Really?"

Minamoto no Raikou's eyes lit up.

Clearly, receiving a compliment from a Grand Onmyoji like Ian was a great honor for her.

"Then, Master, do you think you could..."

"Let's not talk about that for now."

Ian cut off Minamoto no Raikou's question—he knew she was still thinking about becoming his disciple.

But before that, there was something he needed to confirm first.

"First, answer me a few questions."

"First—why did you seek me out? As far as I recall, I never disclosed my whereabouts to anyone."

"Of course, it's because your reputation has spread throughout Heian-kyo."

Minamoto no Raikou looked Ian directly in the eye, answering without hesitation.

"I searched for months before I was finally able to find you, Master."

A reasonable answer.

And it also explained why she had been so furious.

"Alright."

"In that case, you must have had a reason for coming to me?"

Ian scrutinized Minamoto no Raikou closely.

"I'm quite curious."

"State your purpose clearly."

"..."

Minamoto no Raikou fell silent for a moment, then nodded.

"My purpose is actually very simple, so there's no need to hide it."

"Master—"

After months of searching, the female samurai now gazed upon the Grand Onmyoji.

"Please teach me how to kill demon."