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Chapter 114. Minamoto no Raikou: I Am Also Part of Breakfast

[You were taken back to Heian-kyo by Minamoto no Raikou, where the streets were planned according to a systematic layout.]

[This is an urban planning system based on the Li-fang system.]

[Many pre-planned streets intersect horizontally and vertically, dividing the capital into multiple "blocks" and "streets."]

[The Genji clan of Minamoto no Raikou owns a residence in one of the blocks of Ukyou, Heian-kyo.]

[It is quite close to the imperial palace.]

[You realize that the Genji clan's status in the capital is indeed remarkable.]

[You are arranged to stay in the residence by Minamoto no Raikou.]

[It is a place quite close to her bedroom.]

[On the surface, she always appears to treat you with great respect.]

In the corridor of the residence.

Under the light of oil lamps, a servant is respectfully conversing with Minamoto no Raikou.

"Raikou-sama, are you sure you want to personally cook for that onmyouji?"

"Yes."

Minamoto no Raikou looked directly at the servant in front of her.

"Do you have something to say?"

"I have no objections at all."

Seeing this, the servant hurriedly explained, fearing that the lady before him would become angry.

"It's just that I have never seen Raikou-sama treat anyone else with such devotion."

"Moreover, the lord himself..."

"..."

Minamoto no Raikou remained silent for a moment, then gave a faint smile.

"That is none of your concern."

"I have my own reasons for doing this."

"You only need to follow my instructions. The rest does not concern you."

Although still puzzled, the servant knew he could not interfere with Minamoto no Raikou's decision, so he wisely nodded and quickly left.

Watching the servant's figure gradually disappear, Minamoto no Raikou revealed a meaningful smile.

She knew that in Heian-kyo, no one else could prepare breakfast for her master.

Because—

She herself was also part of the breakfast.

[Minamoto no Raikou began to move in the kitchen.]

[Although cooking is an incredibly time-consuming and labor-intensive task,]

[if anyone were to see Minamoto no Raikou at this moment, they would have no doubt that she was completely immersed in it.]

[She finished preparing breakfast and placed two straw ropes on the tray.]

[She then walked to the front of your Japanese-style room.]

Tap, tap, tap—

The footsteps of a woman echoed through the corridor.

Ian turned his head and saw a delicate silhouette appear on the shoji door.

"Master, may I come in now?"

It was Minamoto no Raikou's voice.

She was the only one who addressed him this way.

"No problem." Ian replied without hesitation.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

The shoji door was carefully slid open.

Minamoto no Raikou, carrying the tray of freshly prepared food, appeared before Ian.

She gazed at the man before her, her violet eyes shimmering with tenderness.

She spoke:

"Master, I've kept you waiting."

Swoosh—

The shoji door slid shut, and Minamoto no Raikou stepped into the closed room.

"Master, please try today's dish while it is still hot."

"..."

Ian did not respond to her, merely nodding silently.

[You began tasting Minamoto no Raikou's cooking right in front of her.]

[Admittedly, the flavor was as delicious as always.]

[If you hadn't seen her wield a sword against you before, you might think she could become a gentle and virtuous wife.]

[The ferocity of a warrior and the tenderness of a woman—both blended perfectly in her.]

No matter how much praise could be given…

Ian still noticed something unusual in today's meal.

It was the overwhelming richness of the flavors.

No matter the dish, every single one carried an excessively intense taste.

On the surface, nothing seemed off, but the moment it entered his mouth, it became clear that this was not a pleasant experience.

Minamoto no Raikou would never make such a basic mistake—because this would make one incredibly thirsty.

Ian realized that perhaps she had done this on purpose.

"Raikou, today's dishes seem a bit special."

"Is there something you still don't want to reveal to me?"

"No."

Minamoto no Raikou gently shook her head.

"Master, everything I wish to offer is already here."

"..."

Ian naturally caught the hidden meaning in Minamoto no Raikou's words.

Soon, his gaze landed on the straw ropes placed on the tray.

The Grand Onmyouji had noticed something.

"Raikou, are you trying to say that you yourself are also part of the 'dish'?"

"Master, you've found me out."

Minamoto no Raikou looked directly at Ian.

In those violet eyes shimmered the joy of being understood.

"To be precise, at this moment, I am the key to legitimizing these dishes."

Minamoto no Raikou placed her hand on the collar of her kimono.

"So——"

"Master, please do not hold back, taste my final creation."

Ian did not respond.

But he truly felt that leaving Minamoto no Raikou like this was not appropriate—especially when she had prepared so much.

The sincerity of a disciple—how could a master refuse?

Then, he might as well give it a try.

The quality of the straw ropes was indeed excellent.

Common folk would use them to tie freshly caught fish or bundle harvested vegetables.

But using them in this manner… this was Ian's first time experiencing it.

Round;

Firm;

The final dish that Minamoto no Raikou had prepared appeared extremely refined and rich—an exceptionally rare dessert.

"Raikou, how do you feel?"

"I'm fine, master."

"But you clearly just furrowed your brows? Wasn't it better the way it was before?"

"If there's anyone to blame, it can only be me for not being attractive enough to make master take the initiative to explore."

Minamoto no Raikou looked at the Grand Onmyouji before her and responded as such.

"Therefore, right now, I can only use this method to offer what little favor I am capable of."

"..."

Ian silently tightened his grip on the straw rope.

Soft, damp, indescribable.

["Instructions of the Onmyouji" has been replaced with "Warrior's Admiration": Minamoto no Raikou bestows this care upon you alone, and it seems this care can strengthen your body.]

[She has truly upheld her initial promise, doing what a partner should do for you.]

[However, you also realize that Minamoto no Raikou's condition might not be as light as it seems.]

[You will not stand idly by.]

"Raikou."

Ian gazed at the rare dessert, bound tightly by the straw rope before him.

With his tall frame, he easily embraced Minamoto no Raikou in his arms.

"I can sense that the people in this residence do not seem particularly welcoming toward me, am I right?"

This was not something Ian was making up.

From the servants to the house guests,

he could clearly feel their discontent towards his presence.

If not for their concern over Minamoto no Raikou's status, they likely would have shown their true attitudes already.

This contradicted what she had told him before—that his reputation was spreading throughout Heian-kyo.

Because if he was truly that renowned, then what he felt should not be this kind of reception.

Unless——

Ian lowered his gaze to look at Minamoto no Raikou, who obediently remained in his arms.

She was still hiding something from him.

As expected.

Just as Ian had anticipated, the moment he posed the question, Minamoto no Raikou immediately admitted it.

"That's right, master."

"In truth, I am the only one in this residence who wishes to visit you."

A response that was not surprising at all.

In fact, one could say he realized it a little too late.

But Ian was not angry.

He simply wanted to clarify everything.

"Then——"

"My reputation in Heian-kyo, is it also fake?"

"No." Minamoto no Raikou shook her head. "It is real."

"If it weren't, I would not have developed the desire to seek out master."

"If that's the case..."

Ian was a bit confused.

"My presence here—shouldn't it be something joyful for all of you?"

"Logically speaking, that should be the case."

Minamoto no Raikou, who was being held tightly by Ian, answered as such.

"But my father never wanted me to have too much contact with Onmyouji, which is why this atmosphere has formed from top to bottom."

[You knew exactly who Minamoto no Raikou was referring to.]

[It was none other than her father, Minamoto no Mitsunaka.]

[On your way to the capital, Minamoto no Raikou had mentioned him more than once.]

[Even within the residence, the servants occasionally gossiped about this man.]

[According to them, he was a brave and skilled general, yet also well-versed in literature—a true master of both pen and sword.]

[However, a man like that did not want his daughter to associate with the renowned Grand Onmyouji of the time.]

[Even considering a father's natural concern for his child, you still found this somewhat odd.]

"Raikou."

Ian leaned against his alluring disciple.

"Then why does he not want you to associate with Onmyouji? There must be a reason, right?"

At the mention of this, Minamoto no Raikou's expression turned displeased.

She coldly responded:

"My father has never told me the reason."

"He simply ordered me to think this way, nothing more."

"Seems like you don't quite accept that, do you?"

Ian gently tied the ends of the straw rope together, and with a soft gasp from Minamoto no Raikou, he freed one of his hands.

"Is it because you feel restrained?"

"No." Minamoto no Raikou turned her face away.

"I just don't like being controlled like this."

"Enduring and obeying that order, then secretly coming to find Master—that was already the greatest form of respect I could give my father."

A domineering father, unwilling to accept any explanations;

A straightforward daughter, yet filled with resentment inside.

Ian couldn't help but sigh.

From a certain perspective, they were truly like father, like daughter.

"In that case, Raikou, perhaps your father was not wrong."

"You went through all this trouble, but in the end, all you found was a dissolute Onmyouji like me—perhaps you shouldn't have sought me out in the first place."

After saying this, as if to validate his own words, he deliberately made a few exaggerated gestures over the tightly bound lilac blossom.

Minamoto no Raikou trembled slightly, but her rationality did not waver.

"Master is indeed dissolute."

"But only in front of me, isn't that right?"

The female samurai, carrying a gentle warmth, recalled every moment of their journey together.

The Grand Onmyouji called himself dissolute, but in reality, he was indifferent—completely ignoring every woman who passed by.

Even in the dazzling, flower-filled Heian-kyo, it seemed not a single bloom had caught his eye.

If someone like him could be called dissolute, then perhaps the entire world was dissolute.

"Master, if I'm not mistaken, you simply want to fulfill your promise of 'care,' don't you?"

Before Ian ever developed any intentions toward another woman, Minamoto no Raikou was the only one qualified to take care of him.

Then—

Looking at it the other way around.

He, too, had to return this care.

If Minamoto no Raikou enjoyed being seized, then he should just seize her boldly.

That way, a certain balance could be achieved.

"Raikou, you are truly intelligent." Ian couldn't help but praise her.

"I feel like even without me, you would still find a way to slay demons, wouldn't you?"

"That's impossible."

Minamoto no Raikou felt the warmth of the Grand Onmyouji's sacred artifact pressing against her back.

"Master's previous teachings on demon extermination have benefited me immensely."

"If I had to comprehend these principles on my own, I might never achieve any results, even in a lifetime."

"But—"

Minamoto no Raikou slightly lifted her head, looking toward the man behind her.

"Master, there is actually something I'd like to ask you."

"What is it?"

"Um… Do you only know how to use water techniques?"

[You realized that Minamoto no Raikou was still astonished by the way you had eliminated Kawa Akago earlier.]

[Perhaps, to her, the power you displayed was the foundation of her pride before her father.]

[Because the stronger you were, the more meaningful her actions became.]

[You decided to do something to prove everything.]

"That is not the case at all."

Ian denied that he could only control water.

"Yin and Yang are born within the ever-flowing cycle of the Five Elements."

"Therefore—"

"Besides water, I have mastery over the other four elements as well."

"Raikou."

The Grand Onmyouji tugged on the straw rope in front of her chest, lifting both mountains and rivers along with it.

"Bite it."

"..."

Though she did not understand Ian's intent, Minamoto no Raikou had never once doubted his orders.

She bit down firmly on the straw rope he had used during breakfast.

The female samurai's face was in front of him;

So was the dessert.

Then—

As with all their exchanges as master and disciple.

When Minamoto no Raikou's body leaned slightly backward, the shoji door before her first became damp, then gradually blossomed with pure white flowers.

She was both embarrassed by her own weakness before Ian and delighted by his possessiveness over her.

At least for now—

Wasn't she the only one who had experienced this with him?

At that moment, Ian's voice rang out.

"Raikou."

"By the way, let me remind you—an Onmyouji's essence is not to 'create' something, but to 'control' it."

"If something does not exist, we cannot conjure it into being."

"Conversely—"

"If something already exists, we can find a way to manipulate it using the Five Elements."

Swish.

In the hallway where there was no wind, the oil lamps flickered out one by one.

A few warm flames appeared in Ian's hand.

He stepped toward the white flowers painted onto the shoji door with the sweetness of Minamoto no Raikou, reaching out toward them.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

Where the flames touched, the shoji door showed no signs of burning.

Only the white marks on it, dried by the heat, gradually vanished—as if they had never existed.

The room was filled with a sweet, intoxicating fragrance.

Under Minamoto no Raikou's bewildered gaze, Ian once again approached her, holding the hovering flame before her chest.

The straw rope snapped.

Ian flicked his hand lightly, and the flame vanished without a trace.

The oil lamps reignited.

The Grand Onmyouji gazed at his disciple before him and gently removed the severed straw rope.

"Raikou, take me to see your father."

"I want him to know—"

"The Onmyouji you sought out is one who stands above all others."