"Then, I'll leave everything to the president," Sakiko slightly bowed and led the way ahead, "Please follow me."
The two stepped into this grand and spacious standalone mansion. Along the way, they encountered many maids dressed in black and white uniforms. All of them looked hurried, heads lowered, with a strangely oppressive atmosphere.
They reached the third floor, twisted and turned for two to three minutes, and finally arrived at the door of a rather plain-looking bedroom.
"This is it," Sakiko stopped and knocked on the door, then directly walked in.
Although it was a girl's boudoir, the room's decoration leaned toward cool tones, and the furnishings were pitifully sparse. Heavy metal band posters were plastered on the walls. There was no sign of plush toys or hugging pillows young girls typically liked. Instead, in the corner of the room stood a rack holding a seven-string heavy guitar, wiped spotless. Showing that its owner usually cherished it with great care.
On the large bed in the center of the room, a doll-like beautiful green-haired girl had already awakened, leaning against the headboard. Beside her sat a well-dressed noblewoman, worriedly asking something. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she instinctively turned her face.
"It's little Sakiko. This must be the one you invited…", She finally saw the visitor's appearance, as if staring directly into Medusa's eyes, losing the ability to think.
"This is Mr. Kaito, the exorcist here to help Mutsumi drive away the evil spirit." [T/N: It should be Mr. Kurumizaka but I am lazy so Kaito it is]
Secretary Sakiko quickly spoke up to introduce, conveniently snapping Mori Minami out of her daze.
'Mutsumi's problem still isn't solved. Aunt Mori, if you want to be smitten, at least pick another time.'
"Nice… nice to meet you," Although the amazement in her heart wouldn't disperse, Mori Minami, after all, was a national-level female star who had dominated the entertainment industry for decades. With that reminder, she finally restrained her impolite posture and returned to a poised and graceful manner, reaching out her hand.
Yet in her heart, she couldn't help but marvel, 'This Kaito-kun's appearance is simply too outstanding.'
Mori Minami wasn't someone who hadn't seen handsome men. The entertainment circle was full of all types of pretty boys. Cold, sunny, energetic, delicate… but this level of handsomeness was a first. Compared to this beautiful youth before her, all those actors she once thought had good potential were like a puddle of mud on the ground.
With such a divine face, wouldn't entering the entertainment industry be a better path? He wouldn't even need an agency to go through the trouble of promoting him. Just appear on a random show, give him a chance to face the public, and that'd be enough.
Becoming a sensation in Japan would be like a nail hammered into the board, even going abroad would attract tons of face fans. He could easily become the most famous male star in the world. Even if he did nothing, he'd be swimming in money.
And yet, this person actually became an exorcist and even came to exorcise her daughter. Mori Minami couldn't tell whether she should feel regret… or relief.
Kaito reached out and shook hands with the famous female star, just a light touch.
He had no intention of making small talk and looked straight at the green-haired girl who hadn't said a word since earlier. Her bright golden eyes didn't blink, staring right at him.
"Mutsumi, how are you feeling now?", Secretary Sakiko stepped forward and touched her friend's forehead, no sign of a fever.
"Still very tired," The green-haired girl named "Wakaba Mutsumi" had a voice like a doll too. Pleasant to the ear, but lacking emotion.
She gently shook her head, "But… I haven't dreamed of that strange woman again."
"Looks like the contingency left behind by the Kagano priestess worked."
Secretary Sakiko patted her chest, then looked seriously at the president beside her, "It's all up to Kaito now."
"Mm," Kaito nodded. Seeing Wakaba Mutsumi's face a bit pale, he lightly tapped the center of her forehead.
The girl's delicate face visibly regained its color, and even her spirit, which had been languid for some time, perked up.
This miraculous scene surprised even Mori Minami. A faint hope rose in her heart.
'It seemed… the exorcist boy Sakiko found is even better than the Kagano priestess?'
The Kagano priestess had spent several hours just barely stabilizing Mutsumi's condition, yet Kaito only needed a touch.
In comparison, the difference was stark.
"There's a very… warm feeling," Wakaba Mutsumi quietly felt the warmth from the outside, like a clear spring nourishing her almost withered cucumber stalk.
Her powerless body gradually filled with energy. Withered vitality bloomed again.
She gazed at that pure and beautiful face like spring peaks and autumn moon. Her thin cherry lips parted slightly, and something in her chest stirred faintly.
"…Thank you," This time, her voice seemed to carry more emotion than before. Like a doll finding its heart again.
"Does this mean it's a success?", Seeing her daughter's complexion turn rosier, almost no different from an ordinary person, Mori Minami couldn't hold back her excitement any longer and eagerly asked.
Secretary Sakiko beside her also looked over with hopeful eyes.
"I just replenished some of Miss Wakaba's depleted energy and blood."
Kaito shook his head, "If the source isn't removed, she'll soon return to the previous state."
"The source is that strange woman in the white shiromuku from Mutsumi's dreams?"
Sakiko was smart, she immediately grasped the essence of the evil spirit.
"That's right," Kaito thought for a moment, "If nothing unexpected happens, Miss Wakaba… has likely been chosen by an evil spirit as a bride in a ghost marriage."
Shiromuku is the traditional outfit worn by Japanese women during weddings. It's basically the equivalent of the white wedding dress of western culture.
If you replace the white shiromuku with a red wedding dress, the current situation becomes very clear.
A woman in the white shiromuku keeps appearing in your dreams. She doesn't try to hurt you, just gets closer every time.
When she finally appears right in front of you, that's when the wedding is held.
Of course, on the surface, it looks like you got a wife for free. But not everyone is lucky. Just be brave, and the ghost wife goes on maternity leave.
Most people will only get their energy drained and end up a dry corpse.
"Wait… that shiromuku person is clearly a woman, right?", Mori Minami looked a bit confused. She looked at her daughter again and confirmed, "Mutsumi, she's definitely a woman, right?"
'Not a man dressed as a woman, or a Walmart plastic bag?'
"Yes," Wakaba Mutsumi nodded. The other party had a tall figure, an obvious chest. Two cup sizes bigger than hers, even more curvaceous than Sosetsu.
Her face was blurry, like covered in mosaic, but she definitely didn't have an Adam's apple.
"In that case, shouldn't she be looking for a man to marry?", Mori Minami was completely baffled, 'Although in recent years, due to the shortage of men in society, many close female friends ended up living together… but… do evil spirits also keep up with the times?'
'This version is way too advanced, isn't it?'
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