Kawashima Miki noticed a certain glow in her eyes, a color never seen before.
"As long as he likes me, that's enough! A temporary change in status doesn't mar the beauty of love. Hey, Miki, do you know what a prayer wheel is? Love is like a prayer wheel. When it spins, the exterior values rotate, sometimes shining, sometimes fading. But the essence of love remains fixed to the axle, never changing."
"That's so romantic," Kawashima Miki sincerely sighed. "Love like a prayer wheel."
"And besides, I'm his aunt. Would he dare not want me? If he dares to abandon me, wouldn't my sister and brother-in-law skin him alive?" Natsuki Kuri laughed smugly.
Kawashima Miki nodded emphatically.
"What do you plan to do?" she asked.
"It's not a grand plan," Natsuki Kuri answered straightforwardly. "I'll use Tamamo-no-Mae's advent to create massive chaos, letting all ordinary people know that yokai exist in this world."
Kawashima Miki was silent for a moment, looking into Natsuki Kuri's eyes.
