The Bureau of Onmyo (Onmyoryo)
"Mr. Hashimoto, please accept it. You should understand...."
Inspector Juzo Megure pushed several bound manuscripts toward Kyoaki Hashimoto across the low table. There was a faint, proud smile in his eyes.
As expected.
The Metropolitan Police Department is His biological child.
When Lord Mizunotsuki acquired these good things (the cultivation manuals from the Intruders), the first group he thought of was the Metropolitan Police Department.
Although Seiran had instructed them to make a copy for the Onmyoryo, Megure felt the police were clearly favored.
Hashimoto smiled bitterly and waved his hands repeatedly in a show of humility. But then his hands shot out, and he quickly stuffed the manuscripts into his robes.
Inspector Megure was hinting so obviously; how could Hashimoto not know that this was a good thing?
In fact, after calming down from the Sacred Mountain incident, Hashimoto realized that his anger had probably been "overstepping his authority."
No matter how foolish she was, Yukino Yukinoshita was Lord Mizunotsuki's person. So no matter what mistakes she made, only Lord Mizunotsuki had the right to deal with it.
Furthermore, Master Douman had already planned to plot against Master Seimei, regardless of whether Yukino brought those Intruders there or not.
However, now that things had come to this, Hashimoto actually received some compensation! He felt surprised, as if he had picked up a great bargain from the ashes of his ancestors.
"Yes, yes! Lord Mizunotsuki is truly merciful to this foolish old man."
As he said this, Hashimoto solemnly stepped down from his cushion and bowed deeply in the direction of Suginami Ward.
However, Megure's eyes were a little erratic.
Because the Metropolitan Police Department still had a trick up its sleeve that they were hiding from Hashimoto.
It wasn't that the Police were so bold as to take kickbacks from a God.
It was because of a specific phrase Lord Mizunotsuki had used when handing over the texts:
"It is up to the Metropolitan Police Department to handle the distribution."
Handle it yourselves…
This sentence had made the top brass of the Police Headquarters so happy they were at a loss for words. It meant Seiran trusted them to manage the secular side of the Supernatural.
Some overly eager officials had even suggested that they should select a few more beautiful female police officers to "guard" Lord Mizunotsuki. Or simply recruit beautiful female cadets publicly just to offer them up.
But that idea was quickly suppressed.
Because too much is as bad as too little.
Lord Mizunotsuki's attitude had finally made the Metropolitan Police Department realize their position clearly. They were His favored mortal faction.
Of course, this kind of flattering thought was, at most, self-entertaining.
Who knows what Lord Mizunotsuki is really thinking?
What if we get arrogant and end up "spoiling" our position?
It wasn't impossible…
Just look at the Yukinoshita family. They got the message loud and clear.
How glorious were they just a few weeks ago?
Reiko didn't even need to do anything; Haruno took full responsibility, and she was able to snatch massive amounts of property from the many powerful elites in Tokyo. Not to mention Yukino, who had become an unattainable flower at school. No matter where she went, there were people tripping over themselves to solve her problems.
And what about now?
Megure noticed that Hashimoto's beard was shaking. The old man's right hand pressed the manuscripts against his chest from time to time. He looked anxious and couldn't wait to see the guests off so he could hurriedly read the texts.
Megure didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a moment. He could only sigh in his heart.
These manuscripts should have belonged to the Yukinoshita family.
The right to "handle it yourselves" should have also belonged to the Mistress of the Harem.
What a pity.
Stupid… quite stupid.
Tokyo: The Kisaki Law Firm
Eri Kisaki had been living a very good life these past few days.
And she had to thank the Yukinoshita family for it.
Because of their political blunder, Eri had completely become the absolute "Queen of the Legal World."
The massive, high-stakes lawsuits that she wanted to fight but didn't dare touch before? Now she could take them and win them at will. The judges and opposing counsel practically folded the moment she walked into the courtroom.
The Undefeated Queen.
This moment truly made her worthy of the title.
After all, if she didn't dare touch many lawsuits out of fear of retaliation from the Chaebols, what kind of Undefeated Queen was she?
Furthermore, Eri had accepted the massive "donations" of property and liquid assets from the Yukinoshita family.
There was nothing to be embarrassed about.
When the Yukinoshitas were at the height of their reign, Eri had helped them fight a legal battle for free to secure their assets. Now the situation had changed. It was their turn to actively fund her firm as tribute.
She would never have thought about doing something like this before.
But now she had experienced the benefits of having a Supreme Being behind her. It wasn't enough to describe it as "smooth sailing."
It was like being hand-fed the world.
Comfortable.
Sitting in her plush office chair, Eri couldn't help but stretch.
Her newly moisturized body seemed fuller, her skin glowing with a supernatural vitality.
Eri felt very comfortable.
Thinking about it carefully, being with Seiran meant she wasn't just a "hot soldier" trained to stick her butt up. She had real power.
Flipping through the pages on her desk, Eri felt somewhat helpless looking at the list of companies that had recently terminated their contracts and cooperation with the Yukinoshita family.
The secular companies didn't know the truth. They thought the "Superiors" (Seiran) were cold to the Yukinoshitas, so the companies couldn't wait to show their loyalty by isolating them.
But Eri knew the truth.
The Yukinoshita family was not completely abandoned. They still had the opportunity to take off again, even if it was unlikely they would return to the position of "First Wife."
Eri had to manage them first.
While thinking, she emailed Haruno a list of sympathetic companies and hidden shell corporations that the Yukinoshita family couldn't easily find on their own, offering them a financial lifeline.
Look…
Seeing Haruno's immediate, grateful, and sincere response, Eri nodded with satisfaction.
Eri didn't really want to be the only one isolated at the top of this position.
Sae Chabashira has the Suzuki Zaibatsu as her mother's family.
Miwako Sato has the Metropolitan Police Department as her backing.
Ai Hayasaka has the Shinomiya Zaibatsu behind her.
What does Eri Kisaki have?
She has nothing. No massive organization. She is almost exactly in the same position as Reiko Yukinoshita used to be—walking on thin ice.
So, she needs an ally. The desperate Yukinoshita family was just the right fit.
Thinking of this, Eri was stunned. She couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
Have I automatically activated my "Palace Fighting" attribute?
She didn't want to do this.
But she couldn't afford not to fight.
Chiba Prefecture: Sobu High School
Some rumors could no longer be concealed.
Some people were discussing whether Ran Mouri was secretly a Chaebol Princess.
Some people were muttering that Ran was hiding a massive inheritance.
Some people were excitedly telling the story of the Tropical Land Amusement Park incident.
"Is this true or not!?" Kakeru Tobe asked, making a funny, exaggerated expression.
"Of course it's true!" Tomoya Aki stuck his neck out and directly refuted the doubters.
And Tomoya's only friend who could speak loudly in the class—Yoshihiko Uego—also blushed, patting his chest and swearing on his life. He looked as proud as if he were the Chaebol Princess, not Ran Mouri.
"You guys don't know! The Manager of the Amusement Park was incredibly respectful to Mouri-san! And finally, even the Chairman of the Park's parent company came down to greet her!"
Yoshihiko became more and more excited as he spoke, because he was one of the classmates who had benefited from the VIP treatment that day.
His voice was so loud that Yukino Yukinoshita, who was passing by the door, could hear it clearly.
With a blank expression, Yukino paused for a moment in the hallway. No one knew what she was thinking. Then, she walked towards her own class silently.
In fact, there were quite a few children of the rich and powerful at Sobu High School, but most of them were very low-key. It was not easy to catch a "Chaebol Princess" in the wild, so the topic of Ran Mouri instantly became the hottest gossip in school.
This also made Ran always confused.
"Sonoko, do you know the reason why they treated me like that?" Ran whispered during lunch.
Hearing this, Sonoko Suzuki shuddered.
I know.
How could I not know?
But she couldn't say it. It was impossible to say.
What should I say, Ran?
Your mother had a "Second Spring" and has been pumped full of cream by her new boyfriend, who happens to be the Living God that rules Japan?
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