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

Chapter 115. My Family Name is Abe

[Minamoto no Raikou was somewhat skeptical about your words just now.]

[After all, from her understanding, you were never the type of person to readily acknowledge your identity as a Grand Onmyouji like that.]

[She realized that you must have been thinking about something that she didn't know.]

[But in reality, you didn't have such thoughts at all.]

"Raikou."

After helping his disciple put on her kimono again, Ian gently took her warm hand in his.

"Don't think too much."

"I simply feel that your actions this time should be recognized."

"Even if it is your father, he should not be an exception."

"But—"

Minamoto no Raikou seemed a bit hesitant.

"Father is not someone easy to talk to, and I worry that master will..."

"If I were truly afraid of not being able to communicate, I wouldn't have said it so directly."

Ian gently placed Minamoto no Raikou's hand on her chest, right where his Onmyouji seal was carved.

"Raikou."

"Once I have left my mark on you, from now on, you are my disciple."

"There is no way a master can calmly stand by and watch their disciple being denied without doing anything, right?"

"Truly, if that were the case, it would be an insult to me."

"…"

Minamoto no Raikou's eyes trembled slightly when she heard these words, then she softly added.

"Master, actually, it's not just an issue between master and disciple..."

"You also belong to me, temporarily—"

"I know."

Ian pressed Minamoto no Raikou's hand onto her chest, pressing down until the five fingers left a clear imprint on the soft surface.

"If you've considered that promise, then you should act on it."

"Raikou, isn't that right?"

"I understand."

Minamoto no Raikou blushed slightly, then gently nodded.

"Master, but please wait a little longer."

"Father hasn't returned yet."

"Before that, please rest comfortably on my lap."

[You did not refuse the action of resting your head on Minamoto no Raikou's lap.]

[You lay down.]

[She also really enjoyed providing you this relaxation.]

[It seemed that for her, this kind of contact was a precious form of recognition.]

"Master, it feels as though we are still in the village."

Minamoto no Raikou caressed Ian's cheek as she spoke nostalgically.

"It seems you really liked that place," Ian responded. "If we have the chance, we could visit again."

"No."

Minamoto no Raikou gently shook her head.

"The most beautiful things should be preserved in memory."

"That way, every time we recall them, the feeling remains intact."

"If we get too close, that ethereal beauty will be lost."

"Is that so?"

Ian gently stroked Minamoto no Raikou's long flowing hair.

"Raikou, what you say really makes sense—but unfortunately, I can't fully understand."

"Can't understand why?"

Minamoto no Raikou looked at Ian, who had his head resting on her lap, curiosity flashing in her violet eyes.

"Why can't you understand?"

"Because I don't have any memories of the past," Ian frankly stated.

"This..."

Minamoto no Raikou frowned slightly, but then smiled gently.

"Then it's okay."

"If you have no memories—"

"Then from now on, let me 'nurture' your memories, just like a mother would."

"Raikou, what you mean is that whenever I think of the past, I will think of you, right?"

"Master has figured it out."

Minamoto no Raikou gently stroked Ian's hair, her gaze as soft as water.

"But I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

"...That's true."

A sound came from the hallway.

A figure appeared outside the door.

"Raikou-sama, Shogun has returned."

It was a servant.

"I know." Minamoto no Raikou calmly spoke to the person outside the door, "You may leave now."

After confirming that the servant had completely left, Ian spoke up:

"Hmm, Raikou."

"It seems you already guessed that I would go to meet your father."

"That's not it."

Minamoto no Raikou closed her eyes, smiling gently as she responded:

"I just wanted to prepare for any possibility that master might need."

[Although Minamoto no Raikou was a little calculating.]

[You didn't mind the feeling.]

[Because you knew she meant no harm.]

[After spending some time together, both of you adjusted your attire.]

[You and she walked towards the place where her father was.]

It must be admitted—

As Minamoto no Raikou's father, Minamoto no Mitsunaka was truly a capable person.

Even within his private residence, the fact that he could command soldiers to stand guard right outside the room was enough to demonstrate his extremely high status.

People like him were often difficult to approach in an emotional or familiar way.

For Ian, however, there was another pressure.

It was the gaze from Minamoto no Raikou beside him.

"My God, is that person crazy? How dare he hold the young mistress's hand!"

"Shh… I heard that's a Grand Onmyouji, maybe he's been given some special privilege."

"Grand Onmyouji? Isn't Lord supposed to dislike that kind of person the most?"

"Don't talk nonsense. What the young mistress thinks, we can't control."

The gossiping voices were endless.

Minamoto no Raikou didn't mind much—after all, she had already anticipated this situation when she decided to go out and meet the legendary Grand Onmyouji.

What she was more concerned about was whether Ian's reaction beside her would be too extreme.

However—

When Minamoto no Raikou glanced at Ian, she realized he was far calmer than she had imagined.

In fact, he even reassured her.

"Raikou, don't worry."

"As long as I'm here, nothing will happen."

His fearless demeanor made it seem as though Minamoto no Raikou were the one about to face Minamoto no Mitsunaka.

When she saw that, Minamoto no Raikou suddenly felt very reassured.

Of course.

As long as he was here, what could she possibly fear?

[The two of you arrived in front of Minamoto no Mitsunaka's room.]

[This place was many times larger than any room in the private residence.]

[Clearly, this was how Minamoto no Mitsunaka showed his authority.]

[In front of the door, two soldiers holding spears stood guard.]

[They blocked Ian and Minamoto no Raikou.]

"Stop."

The two spears crossed, producing a sharp sound.

"This is the room of Shogun Minamoto no Mitsunaka, no one without permission may enter!"

"It's me."

Minamoto no Raikou stepped out from behind Ian.

"Please inform my father that there's an important matter to discuss."

"..."

The two soldiers exchanged a glance, then nodded slightly.

A few minutes later.

One of the soldiers turned back to Ian and Minamoto no Raikou and spoke:

"Please come in."

"The Shogun is waiting for the young mistress inside, along with…"

He glanced at Ian, unsure of what to call him.

But Minamoto no Raikou was very proactive. She immediately linked arms with Ian, speaking in a calm but firm tone.

"He is my honored guest."

After speaking, under the gaze of the two soldiers, she led Ian inside.

[Inside the room was far more luxurious than the outside.]

[The floor was covered with gold, and exquisite ink paintings were scattered everywhere.]

[Everything that the nobility could possess in this era, this room had it all.]

[Just a glance would make anyone realize how wealthy the owner of this room was.]

[But more than the opulence, there was something else that occupied your mind.]

[Something was coming towards you.]

It was a sharp samurai sword.

The tip of the blade gleamed, suddenly stopping right in front of Ian.

The sharpest part of the sword was less than a hair's breadth from his eye.

And the one wielding it was none other than Minamoto no Mitsunaka—Minamoto no Raikou's biological father.

A samurai who was over fifty, yet still strong in appearance.

In his eyes, there remained the same fierce energy as any young man.

"Let go of my daughter."

"..."

Minamoto no Raikou froze for a moment, before quickly realizing what her father had just done.

She immediately released Ian's hand and raised her voice:

"Father, what are you doing?!"

But before she could finish, Ian raised his hand, signaling for his apprentice to stop making noise.

He smiled lightly, then spoke:

"Shogun Minamoto no Mitsunaka, you're just testing me, aren't you?"

At these words, Minamoto no Mitsunaka fell silent for a moment, before bursting into hearty laughter.

"Are you trying to act calm?!"

"Just a little more, and my sword would have turned you into a corpse."

"But you won't do that."

Ian remained completely calm.

"Because if the people of Heian-kyo found out that a Grand Onmyouji was killed by you in an ambush, your reputation would likely collapse completely."

"Moreover—"

He glanced at Minamoto no Raikou.

"I don't think you want your daughter to resent you, do you?"

"..."

[Minamoto no Mitsunaka, who had been laughing just moments ago, now had a serious expression.]

[You realize that Ian's words struck at his core.]

[For a Shogun, this was obviously something he could not accept.]

Minamoto no Mitsunaka retracted his sword.

He looked at the man in front of him, his voice tinged with dissatisfaction.

"Hmph."

"It seems you want to show off your cleverness in front of my daughter?"

"No." Ian shook his head.

"I don't mean that."

"I'm just here to tell you something."

"A matter?" Minamoto no Mitsunaka spoke with a deep tone.

"What is it?"

"It's about—"

"Your daughter, Minamoto no Raikou, has found an outstanding Onmyouji."

"And that person, is me" Ian boldly introduced himself, causing Minamoto no Mitsunaka to look surprised.

Minamoto no Raikou, however, was wide-eyed with astonishment.

Because, back when they were in that village, he had seemed unwilling to leave the mountains.

It was for that reason…

Until just now, she had still worried he might suddenly abandon everything and retreat back into hiding.

But now, it seemed like that wouldn't happen anymore.

Had he changed because of her?

Minamoto no Raikou looked at him, feeling a mixture of admiration and emotion rising in her chest.

However, she had no idea that all these expressions had already been noticed by her father.

The Shogun immediately showed his displeasure.

"What are you talking about?"

"Even if you're the most powerful Onmyouji Raikou brought back, what does that represent?"

"Can you do anything for my Minamoto family?"

"By ordinary standards, I really can't bring direct benefits to your family."

"However—"

Ian wasn't intimidated by the discontented gaze of Minamoto no Mitsunaka.

"That doesn't mean I can't take actions to help the Minamoto family achieve benefits."

"What do you mean?" Minamoto no Mitsunaka asked.

"Are you trying to use this contradictory logic to confuse me and make a false judgment?"

"Not at all."

"This isn't contradictory." Ian continued to explain.

"I can't directly bring wealth or territory to the Minamoto family."

"But on the other hand—"

"I can clear the 'thoughts' that are quietly obstructing you, which would indirectly bring benefits."

"..."

Minamoto no Mitsunaka's face grew even darker.

"You mean the Minamoto family is being obstructed by 'thoughts'?"

"Exactly, Shogun."

"But you also know the status of the Minamoto family in Heian-kyo. My descendants can easily rise through the ranks, so where are we being obstructed?"

"Before the stream runs dry, no one notices the mud that has settled over the years." Ian answered calmly.

"However—"

"If you don't believe what I say, you can just laugh it off as a joke and ignore it."

[Your words have caught Minamoto no Mitsunaka's attention.]

[He furrowed his brow, seeming to be contemplating something.]

[You realize that his gaze never left Minamoto no Raikou, who was beside you.]

[You're becoming aware that there might be secrets within the Minamoto family that you're not yet privy to.]

Silence fell over the room.

After a long while, Minamoto no Mitsunaka finally spoke again:

"Are you… serious?"

"Is it true that the Minamoto family has deep-rooted 'thoughts'?"

Minamoto no Raikou was shocked.

In her impression, her father clearly hated Onmyouji.

But now, he was speaking of a concept that only those who seriously studied Onmyoudo would understand.

Something didn't seem quite right.

However, before Minamoto no Raikou could think further, Ian nodded slightly and responded:

"Yes, you're not wrong."

"More accurately, those 'thoughts' have turned into aberrations."

"Do you have a way to resolve it?" Minamoto no Mitsunaka continued to ask.

Ian smiled.

"I can't guarantee a complete solution, but if you need it, I'll do my best."

Once again, the room fell into silence.

After a long time, Minamoto no Mitsunaka finally spoke:

"I understand."

"By the way, although there are many rumors about you circulating in the capital,"

"Until now, no one seems to have formally mentioned your family name."

"So—"

"At least tell me your family name?"

"..."

The moment Minamoto no Mitsunaka asked this question, an image instantly appeared in Ian's mind.

It was a hand touching his head—cold and trembling.

Along with those final whispered words.

"Your name is Abe—"

The words from his dream hadn't finished.

But the answer in reality rang out.

"Shogun."

"My family name is Abe."