In the night, a gigantic Fox Shapeshifter sped through the air.
Asakura tightly clutched its fur—if it could even be called fur—complaining internally about the unsuitability of the Fox Shapeshifter as a mount.
Behind him, the girl tightly hugged Asakura's body, not caring that her pajamas were disheveled by the night wind, revealing her fair, spring-like skin.
Since the flying vintage car committed suicide, Asakura could only use the Fox Shapeshifter as a temporary replacement for now.
This thing offered no wind protection because most of it was spirituality, making it inconvenient to grip, and its speed wasn't particularly fast; it flew with a deadly amount of bumps, just like running. If there was any advantage to be said, it was probably that ordinary people couldn't see it, so no invisibility measures were needed. As long as it flew high enough, Asakura and Fujiwara Chika, sitting on it, naturally wouldn't be easily exposed to Muggles.
Fortunately, the Fujiwara family's annex was not far from Akihabara, and the two barely made it back before eight o'clock, avoiding being discovered by the maids that their young lady was missing.
"Is this really okay?"
When Asakura put the girl back on the bed, she asked, wearing his Magic Eye Killer glasses, "You lend me your glasses…"
"I don't need them for now, and I have a spare blindfold."
Asakura waved his hand dismissively.
"Are you leaving?"
Fujiwara Chika asked, looking at Asakura, who was walking towards the window.
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Well—" The girl said nervously, "Leaving me alone here still feels a bit unsettling…"
"Don't you have many servants at your house?"
Asakura asked.
"It makes no difference whether they are here or not…"
The girl said pitifully.
It seemed the previous Evil Spirit had left Fujiwara Chika with considerable psychological trauma.
Incidentally, Asakura had considered deleting the girl's spiritual vision ability along with that memory, but the Fox Shapeshifter lost the power to do so after liberating those live sacrifices.
While Asakura's own [Candle] could also do something similar, as mentioned before, the girl's current state was already quite 'like a candle in the wind,' and [Candle] itself was a rather severe Curse. This made Asakura worry that if he did that, [Candle] might directly knock out the blood she had so painstakingly accumulated, like a fireball, causing her to directly Game Over.
So, he planned to wait for the girl to recuperate for a while, and when he returned to retrieve Magic Eye Killer, he would also perform the spiritual vision and memory erasure surgery on her.
"Please, please spend the night with me!"
The girl invited Asakura as if using all her strength.
"No."
Asakura flatly refused.
"Please! Chika, I absolutely, absolutely won't mess around! I promise you!"
The girl pleaded with all her might.
Asakura rubbed his chin and asked, "What exactly do you mean by 'mess around'?"
"Eh? Well, that's…", The girl mumbled incoherently, her slender, somewhat pale face turning red.
It seems this child is unexpectedly bad at H-rated topics.
"What if I want to mess around?"
"…Just, just touching my stomach is fine!"
"Just kidding, I'm leaving."
"Please don't…"
The girl looked at Asakura with teary eyes: "If you leave, I'll be so uneasy that I'll only be able to sleep for eight hours!"
"Isn't that a rather healthy amount of sleep?"
"What's there to resist about sharing a bed with a beautiful girl like me?!"
"There are problems in various aspects."
Asakura replied, "For example, it'll be eight o'clock in a few minutes, and won't your maid come to take you for a bath?"
"I can tell them on the phone that I don't plan to bathe today!"
Fujiwara Chika immediately responded.
Asakura narrowed his eyes.
Fujiwara Chika had seemed a bit naive since they first met. Asakura had always thought she was just overly innocent because she came from a good family, lived a pampered life, and received too much spoiling.
But now it seemed that wasn't the case. Although the girl had acted as if she trusted him from the very beginning, in reality, not long after they left the room, she subtly mentioned that maids would check the room at eight o'clock, creating an implicit suggestion that 'there would be trouble if I wasn't sent back by eight,' and she never said that this check could be canceled until they returned.
So, this girl isn't as foolish as she appears on the surface?
"Too dirty."
Asakura said with a disgusted tone.
"Ugh…then I'd better go wash. Exorcist-sensei can hide under the bed or in the closet when the maids come!"
"Then I'll just go back."
"Don't leave, please, I'm really scared…"
The girl pleaded again with teary eyes.
"Sigh…"
Asakura sighed.
At this moment, footsteps could already be heard outside the door.
He snapped his fingers, and the puddle of Fox Shapeshifter on the floor instantly enveloped him, temporarily concealing his figure—it could still manage light refraction to that extent.
After Fujiwara Chika was reluctantly led away, Asakura curiously surveyed the room.
The room looked very girlish, with a European style primarily in pink.
However, at this time, there were almost no plush toys that should have been in a girl's room. Instead, there were many exorcism items from various religions placed in every corner. Asakura even saw a bowl of salt piled up like a small mountain at the door, and talismans were pasted on places like the closet.
At first glance, it gave a sense of déjà vu, like a haunted house where a murder had occurred.
Asakura had the Fox Shapeshifter try, and found that most of the exorcism items had no effect, and the few effective ones were also minimally effective. He didn't know if the Fox Shapeshifter and the Evil Spirit were too strong, or if the religions of this world were too weak.
However, some of the items themselves were made of extremely rare and expensive alchemical materials, which Asakura unceremoniously accepted.
He also saw some tokens by the girl's desk, which were probably accessories for the board game she mentioned playing.
Additionally, there were some photos, featuring Fujiwara Chika, her family, and classmates. A rather cold-looking black-haired girl appeared frequently in them.
"Shuchiin Academy?"
Asakura thought for a moment but couldn't recall what kind of school it was. It was probably one of those private aristocratic schools that only upper-class families attended.
Just as he was considering whether to leave, Fujiwara Chika had already returned to the room, accompanied by a maid.
At this time, the girl had changed into a new set of pajamas. Her pink hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her small face, rosy and fragrant from her recent bath, unexpectedly gave off a 'quite delicious' feeling.
The moment she saw Asakura still in her room, the girl immediately broke into a smile brighter than the sun.