It was truly an unbelievable existence…
Both the Patriarch of the Busujima family and Saeko Busujima couldn't help but marvel at the absolute power of that being. After a respectful, trembling bow toward the Suginami Ward border, they obediently returned to the Busujima mansion.
Along the way, Saeko, carrying Murasame on her back, remained quite silent. Clearly, she was genuinely awestruck by the sheer vastness of the mystical world she had just witnessed.
The Patriarch, on the other hand, was feverishly excited the entire way home. Today's experience was far beyond his wildest imagination. Moreover, his family had truly latched onto a supreme, powerful figure.
'Was that a God…?'
The Patriarch hesitated to delve deeper into the terrifying thought. If it was a God, then did He need divine servants? Following this line of thought, the Patriarch began to indulge in wild, ambitious fantasies. Because Gods needed pure shrine maidens to serve them—this was an old, sacred tradition in Japanese mythology. And with his family's noble background, securing a shrine maiden qualification for his daughter shouldn't be too much of a problem, right?
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. His daughter, in both appearance and character, was an excellent choice. He also vaguely guessed the intimate relationship between Yukino Yukinoshita and that entity based on the events of the evening.
'Even compared to the Yukinoshita girl, there's no reason for my daughter to lose...' he thought, unable to suppress the cunning smile on his lips. 'But this matter shouldn't be rushed. We must tread carefully.'
It wasn't until he arrived at the mansion and saw representatives from the Metropolitan Police Department—an institution he had previously considered an opposing political force—waiting in his courtyard that he was pulled back to reality.
"Long time no see, Lord Busujima."
"Inspector Higurashi? What brings you here…"
The Patriarch didn't initially want to get involved with the Metropolitan Police Department. This was primarily because of his close political friend, Soichiro Takagi. His friend was affiliated with nationalist military factions, and while not strictly part of the same system, Takagi had long coveted control over the MPD, Tokyo's premier violent institution. After all, a military faction that doesn't want to control the government isn't a very ambitious one.
If Soichiro Takagi wanted to successfully intervene in national politics, then stripping power from the Metropolitan Police Department was essential. Otherwise, it would spark a massive, bloody conflict between the military and the police. If that happened, Takagi could forget about taking control of the Japanese government. This tension was the root of the nation's current political instability.
As Takagi's friend, the Busujima Patriarch had historically shared his stance, so naturally, he hadn't given the MPD a friendly look in the past.
Juzo Higurashi thought this martial artist was being a bit clueless. "Sir, the Metropolitan Police Department has come with goodwill today. Just as our department helped you secretly evacuate the crowd on the streets earlier, we should continue to help each other."
'What? What does that mean?' The Patriarch was taken aback at first, then his eyes widened instantly as if he had realized something monumental. 'Could it be…'
"You also…"
Tsk. Juzo Higurashi hated this feeling of being probed. He cut straight to the chase. "Lord Minazuki…"
Slap!
The Patriarch stepped forward and firmly grasped Juzo Higurashi's hand. His stern face was instantly filled with an extremely warm, ingratiating smile. He had never even been this close or friendly with his own father.
"Good! So we're all family! The Busujima family has sworn to follow Lord Minazuki to the death, and your Metropolitan Police Department…"
"Yes, Lord Busujima. Our Metropolitan Police Department has long since become Lord Minazuki's property…" Juzo Higurashi silently made a respectful gesture, his expression equally warm.
Good! Indeed, we're family!
The Patriarch's smile became much more genuine. He was a cunning old fox. He wouldn't believe anything unless the other party explicitly stated it, but he was certain the Inspector wouldn't dare joke about that God's reputation.
Meanwhile, the Patriarch sighed inwardly for his old friend.
'Sorry, old friend. From now on, we're on opposing sides. Don't call me anymore. I'm afraid the Metropolitan Police Department will misunderstand… Besides, the MPD served that God longer than the Busujima family. As juniors, shouldn't we listen to our seniors' advice?'
"Actually, Lord Busujima, I'm here today mainly to explain some operational things to you. Secondly, it's about the military…"
The military forces, led by the Takagi faction, had finally made their move!
The Patriarch couldn't help but sigh again. So, the MPD was still targeting his old friend…
No. The Patriarch's stance firmed up instantly. That wasn't his old friend anymore; he was an old bastard, a scoundrel! Since the Metropolitan Police Department was that God's "personal property," then Soichiro Takagi's actions against them were the ultimate original sin.
"Please rest assured, Inspector!" The Patriarch declared loudly, thumping his chest. "My Busujima family and the Takagi family are sworn enemies!"
Simply put, the Busujima family and the Takagi faction were now irreconcilable! A ruthless smirk played on his lips.
Juzo Higurashi admired the man's ability to spout such absolute nonsense with a straight face.
'What kind of blood feud do you have? Aren't the Busujima and Takagi clans famous family friends...?'
"...I see. Then we can rest assured," Higurashi said smoothly, bowing slightly.
Watching Juzo Higurashi leave the compound, the Busujima Patriarch's earlier friendly smile vanished entirely, replaced by a furrowed brow and deep, lethal thought.
"Father," Saeko hesitated, stepping forward, wanting to offer some advice regarding their oldest political allies.
But the Patriarch simply shook his head, not wanting Saeko involved in such dirty, secular matters. This was about maintaining her purity while preparing her to serve that person...
Besides...
Taking out his phone, the Patriarch narrowed his eyes, staring coldly at the Takagi family's private contact number.
He repeated his logic to himself. The Busujima and Takagi clans were indeed family friends. But for the Busujima clan's absolute survival and divine favor, family ties could easily be set aside. And even if they were friends, it was merely an alliance originally driven by self-interest.
'I'm sorry, old friend...' the Patriarch thought, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. 'For Busujima's sake, I'll have to ask you to die.'
Suginami Ward: The Minazuki Residence
'This is really... sensible?'
Seiran was genuinely surprised by the ruthless level of understanding these people possessed.
'So these are the powerful elites who have risen through the ranks in the modern world? They immediately switch sides at the slightest hint of divine trouble. They don't even hesitate to throw away their oldest family friends to prove their loyalty.'
So, were all those brainless, arrogant elites who dared to endlessly provoke the protagonist in his past life's novels just fiction...?
No. Perhaps there's some truth to it.
Minazuki thought of the reckless military individuals in the Takagi faction trying to reach their greedy hands into the Metropolitan Police Department. Juzo Higurashi was right. The MPD had long been his property. But those reckless fools probably didn't know he existed as a true God. So, he had played the role of a wolf in sheep's clothing.
'Let them handle it themselves...' Seiran decided.
He didn't have the time or inclination to micromanage these mortal squabbles. If the MPD and the Busujima family couldn't even handle this small political purge, what was the point of maintaining them?
"What do you want?" Seiran asked softly, holding Yukino Yukinoshita on his lap with deep interest.
This straightforward approach still made Yukino quite uncomfortable. For example… why ask these serious, emotional questions while she was physically "charging his phone"? A twisted sense of humor? Probably…
"…I don't want anything," Yukino answered honestly, her breath hitching slightly.
This quiet, genuine admission made Minazuki feel a bit more real about the bold phrase she had used earlier in front of the others: "My man."
No man could hear that kind of unconditional submission without feeling anything. Even someone like Minazuki, who had never thought much about cultivating genuine romantic feelings and only knew how to release his desires, felt a stir of possessive warmth.
"Wait, don't take them off," Minazuki instructed, his hand stopping hers at her thigh. "Black stockings are for attack speed…"
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