When I went to the shrine in the spirit world, I was greeted by Ouka, â who still waits for her transition â who guided me into the shrine.
âPlease, go ahead.â
After sitting down and waiting for a moment, Ouka comes back with some cups of tea and place them on a small round table.
Ouka drank from her own cup of tea as soon as she placed it on the table. She seemed refreshed, but I was feeling a bit awkward.
âIs something the matter?â
âOh, no, nothing, itâs just that I never thought that a shrineâs inner sanctuary would look like thisâŠâ
Ouka tilted her head to the side, aware that Iâm acting strange.
Taken aback, I look away from her, and look around the roomâs light surroundings.
Was the atmosphere of all inner sanctuaries this full of life?
The floor is covered with tatami mats. An old-fashioned cabinet, a closet with a paper sliding door, and the small round tea table before me decorate the room.
Thereâs a deep Showa-era atmosphere about this room.
You can hear the noises and sounds of some playful fox cubs from the outside. Who could believe that the inner sanctuary of this shrine was anything like this?
âIt seems our predecessors considered environments such as these to be comfortable to live in. One after another, they seem to have been doing changes of their own to places such as thisâ
Does Ouka mean that this place is a remembrance of our predecessors?
I nodded at her explanation and took a sip of my tea.
âSo, what did you want to consult with me? Are those ghosts appearing again?â
Of course, I didnât just come for tea today.
Ouka made a frown when she brought about the main theme for our meeting.
âI donât know whether to call it a consultation or a favorâŠâ
Was it hard to say? It seems as if she was biting through her own words.
After pondering about how to bring it out for a while, Ouka finally made up her mind and started speaking.
âActually⊠I leaked out a secret.â
âLeaked? What was it?â
âThe fact that I work for you, Yato-samaâŠâ
âTo whom?â
âAnother youkaiâŠâ
So, despite our conversation not being about anyone in particular, it seems that Ouka has somehow managed to expose our little secret to another youkai.
Ouka speaks of a dreadful situation while staring at me, holding her teacup in both hands. Despite that, I donât understand the seriousness of the situation.
âIs it too bad that the secret is out?â
âMost youkai donât enjoy being around humans. If such youkai were to learn about you, Yato-sama⊠most of them will try to take advantage of the situation and try to defeat you. I donât know how far the secret must have spread by now, but itâs only a matter of time.â
That sounds bad.
I have quite a bitter expression in my face due to Oukaâs heavy words.
I donât want to imagine things such as those youkai attacking.
âThe youkai have a strong sense of camaraderie.â
No matter how much they hate humans, they couldnât just go that far just for what a single youkai says, can they?
Is it because our numbers are small, or is it because the opponent is a human, a common enemy of the youkai? Either way, a bunch of yokai knocking at my door is going to be trouble.
âErr⊠Yeah, you could say that.â
I was impressed, but I couldnât quite understand the reason behind Oukaâs behavior.
Did I make a mistake?
I was a little worried, but I thought it would be best to return to the topic of the leaked secret.
âFirst of all, how did it happen?â
âI donât knowâŠâ
Ouka turned her head sideways, searching for an answer, but it really seemed as if she didnât remember.
Could it be that someone has seen me and Ouka together?
If thatâs the case, is it possible that it happened back during the summer vacation, during the ghost extermination? Or was it when Tenjouin and the others returned home?
âBut, Yato-sama⊠It wouldnât be too far-fetched to think that this may be the work of someone who did a surprise attack at us during the battle with the ghosts. At the very least, they seemed to know about you, Yato-samaâŠâ
I couldnât follow Oukaâs reasoning for a moment, but then I remembered.
During the battle with the ghosts, we were attacked from behind and a seal was placed on us at the time.
I had forgotten all about it until now, but I still could not remember who was the attacker.
After listening to her story, itâs very likely that their attacker is the main culprit here. At any rate, we still have to deal with the leak itself.
âThen, why donât we erase the memories of those youkai who know about me? Wouldnât that work?â
Information, once released, can become widespread very quickly.
So, if we were to reset everyoneâs memories, the problem should be solved.
I thought everything would be okay, but Oukaâs face still looked as if there was anxiety left in it.
âBut we wouldnât know what caused the leak if we do that. It could just keep happening again and again.â
You can say that again.
I think I can see Oukaâs point.
If the cause remains unknown, thereâs a chance such a thing might happen again. Then weâd have to erase everyoneâs memories all over again.
Back to the discussion, as I was tilting my head wondering about what to do, Ouka suddenly stopped staring at me, and lowered her head in doubt.
âEven if the secret has been spread out a little, it shouldnât be a problem as long as the opponents are just regular youkai. Worst case scenario, we might be able to find the one who is passing on the information and silence them.â
Ouka thinks hard as she speaks, yet her words sound very radical.
Does she intend to use brute force?
âBut if that person isnât that friendlyâŠâ
Oukaâs sentence stops there, wondering about this mysterious person.
âJust who are they?â
As I urged myself to realize, Ouka reveals the name of her suspect.
âThe one who governs us all on this spirit world, the youkai chief, Black Princess.â
âYoukai chief? Like a queen?â
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Ouka nods as if agreeing to my interpretation.
So, there was such a being among youkai.
I was surprised to learn that there is a Youkai queen, but at the same time, I quickly understood the reason behind Oukaâs reluctance.
Thatâs right, thereâs no way the Youkai queen can keep quiet about such a thing.