[Ghost Slayer] Thorns and Flowers

With the morning sun shining directly on her eyes, Aoi only felt that the sun was urging her to get up every morning, without any slippers.She curled herself up under the blanket and tried to ignore this type of wake-up call, but she seemed to have thought of something, and after yawning, she reluctantly got up from the bed.

In fact, she usually sleeps with her head covered until noon, but today is a little different.

Who told her to pick up a wounded man last night, and that wounded man was obviously a noble from the public house.

Whispering, she got up and changed her clothes. When the door was just opened, the witch cautiously stretched out a hand, waved it vigorously in the outside air, and then suddenly retracted into the room. After a long time, she came out, eyes Li also had a trace of tears from yawning.

Sure enough, no matter how reluctantly, summer is almost over and autumn is coming.

Seeing it was not obvious, but there were some fallen leaves on the ground, Aoi rubbed her temples painfully, feeling that the things she had to do during this time seemed to increase instantly.

In autumn, she will perform her duties as a priestess to offer sacrifices to several surrounding villages, and she will almost collapse from exhaustion every time she dances the Kagura dance.After the fallen leaves have fallen, they have to be swept away to avoid angering the gods, and then there is winter——

"Winter is the best when you can stay at home."

Holding the broom, he swept the fallen leaves on the ground aside at will, thinking about the man Aoi who is now in the innermost part of the shrine and still has some headaches.The main reason is that she doesn't know how long this man will stay at the shrine, and the house he lives in is her winter residence.

Anyway, the shrine is quite big, so it is not normal that there are different rooms in spring, summer, autumn and winter where you can enjoy the scenery or cat winter.

Putting the broom aside, the witch stretched herself in her courtyard, blinked her eyes at the surrounding barriers, and then snapped her fingers again, as if she was consolidating and imparting power to the barriers. I walked around the shrine for a while before returning to the shrine. I slowly made a breakfast that I hadn't made in three years, and gave it to the man in the innermost room with wound medicine, clean gauze and antidote. past.

"Mr. Wu Mi? Are you still awake?"

"Ah, come in."

Looking at the tray she was holding in both hands, Aoi was silent for two seconds, then put the tray aside and opened the door, then bent down to pick it up and walked into the room, placing the things on her hands beside Kimai Tsuji. Then he went back to the door and closed the door: "Mr. Wu Mi, it seems that you have recovered a little."

The ghost master whose name was suddenly called squinted his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him. The windows in the room were closed and could not let in any sunlight. The lit candle seemed to be the only light source. When the door was opened, the light from outside poured in. Among them, let the candle completely lose the function of lighting.However, the door was quickly closed by the witch, and in the dimness, an inexplicably warm yellow candlelight shone on the person, softening the witch.

Aoi sat on the edge of Kimai Tsuji's bed and knelt and looked at the half-up man. When she stared at his eyes, she always had the idea that the man's red eyes turned into a warm orange: "But don't stand up first. Let's go, I'll go to the village later and ask the tailor if there are any ready-made clothes, after all, I only have witch clothes here."

"sorry to bother you."

"No trouble, no trouble."

The maiden's smile was very innocent, and she held her head up as if she didn't want to leave, which made Onimai Tsuji give him a hard time: "Aren't you going?"

"Oh, I'm waiting for you to eat."

"Have you already used it?"

"Hmm... considered used? It's the first time in three years that I made breakfast a little novelty, so I couldn't help but eat it first. But don't worry, Mr. Wu Mi, the dishes for you are definitely not leftovers from me."

Taking a deep look at the other party, Guiwu Tsuji felt that if she hadn't said the second half of the sentence, maybe it wouldn't have made people think wrong, but after she said it, there was always an awkward feeling: "Is that so?"

"Of course it is."

The food is very simple, although the taste cannot be said to be delicious, but through the cooking of the priestess, it seems that there is a little strange power mixed in the dishes, which makes Guimai Tsuji feel a little uncomfortable, but it seems to be able to enhance his strength.He paused for a moment, turned his head and was about to speak when he heard the brisk and soft voice of the other party: "Mr. Wu Mi, is the food I cook still to your liking?"

"not bad."

"That would be great. Regarding the recipes for lunch and dinner, what would Mr. Wu Mi want to eat?"

recipe, huh?

When hearing this word, Guiwu Tsuji put the spoonful of porridge in his mouth again, and after chewing, his voice became more indifferent: "Why do you have white rice?"

"After all, I'm a witch. Isn't it normal to use white rice in the shrine?"

It seems that the other party's question is a bit ridiculous, but Aoi thinks it is normal.In this era when only officials and samurai can enjoy white rice, it is indeed a strange thing for her to be able to eat white rice every day: "As for this...well, at least I am also the priestess of the God Lord, right?"

"Is that so."

"So what does Mr. Wu Mi want to eat for lunch and dinner?"

"Just like you."

"Oh……"

Hearing this low voice, Onimai Tsuji put down the tableware in his hand, picked up the handkerchief that was put aside and wiped his mouth slightly: "What expression do you have?"

"I thought I could open the eyes of 'what does the young master eat', but it turned out to be an unsatisfactory defeat? Alas, I finally met a noble young master, but in the end I didn't want to say something that I could show off to others. I'm really lost."

"..."

"Hahaha just think I'm joking, so I'll take the dinner plate away first. If Mr. Wuyou can't go out to bask in the sun during the day, he can walk around the shrine at will. I'll go to the village, and the autumn harvest will soon need a witch Ji Wu, I will definitely come back before noon, I won’t be hungry for you.”

The girl's lively laughter seemed to clear away the haze, and her footsteps were still brisk as if she was jumping forward.The man who had slept in the futon in a recuperative posture because he heard the other party coming was staring at the door she closed, narrowing his eyes slightly and at the same time glanced at the statue in the corner.

The posture of the female god is noble and has a trace of compassion, as if looking at her can give people unattainable warmth.

It is for people.

Standing up and putting her hand on the window sill, the miko does have impressive spiritual power, otherwise she would not be able to maintain the exquisite barrier covering the entire shrine.From Kiwu Tsuji's point of view, this flawless enchantment seems to be his cage at any time, but it's easy to destroy it.

As long as the witch is killed, everything can be solved.

"Unfortunately, the power has not recovered yet."

Seeing that the center of gravity of the palm suddenly turned into a sharp mouth and then disappeared, Oni Wu Tsuji walked to the door and seemed to want to pull it away, but when he heard the witch left, he seemed to have a feeling of "long absence" "I'm going out" stopped.

Her power is very strange, it seems that it can assist him in recovery and at the same time strengthen part of the power of vampirism, so——

The ghost master was silent for a moment. After scanning around the furnishings in the room, he took out the scripture book from the bookcase, which was obviously bought by a witch, and sat at the low table, laughing.

What a naive little girl.