Chapter 421: 157. Mountain God Festival: Miss Yukino Shyly Melting Away_3
He’s never been here, how would he know about the stupid rules against flying... Besides, who would’ve thought that this little butler actually has sovereign-level power, truly unfair to the outsider creatures!
Yayako, who had stepped into the courtyard earlier, looked down at Butler Kiyoshi, her expression inevitably turned serious.
Originally, it was thought that after the previous Mountain God went to Takamagahara, the power of the Nagano Mountain God would decline significantly. But as it stands, this place is still unquestionably the revered mountain among the Feitu Mountain range.
In the high air, Aunt Qing’s gaze swept around the place once more before she flew away, and the order at the dock was restored.
Fujiwara Reya was crunching on sugarcane, muttering, "Daring to show off at my place, isn’t that asking for a beating... By the way, Gouzi, didn’t you say you wanted to get rid of him?"
"Yes!" Dark Crow’s eyes lit up.
"How about this, use a honey trap to get close to him, take him out in bed."
"Huh?"
"You’re skilled in that."
"..."
"Come on, don’t deny it, you’ve played as a female Tengu at Yingyan Mountain."
"...Young master," Dark Crow wore a deeply wounded expression, defending himself, "I really don’t have a kink for playing a female Tengu, trust me—"
Fujiwara Reya ignored him.
Not that he didn’t trust Gouzi, it’s just that there was another big ship docking at the pier.
"Delegation from the Ghost Clan arriving—"
As the voice announced, the Ghost Clan had already landed.
They were all burly creatures, with horns on their heads, each riding tall horses and wearing armor. The horses trod on the gravel, their nostrils exhaling heavy breaths, manes standing up as if they were warriors freshly returned from the battlefield.
The person leading them was none other than Takeuchi Akira.
He wore a black single-layer garment, with a golden Ghost Clan emblem on his chest, resembling a calmly rotating golden vortex.
Fujiwara Reya didn’t even bother to glance at the male creatures, skipping directly to the next ship anchoring at the dock.
Even before the ship steadied, a group of young women arrived at the bow of the ship, leaning against the railing.
Lively and adorable maidens, serene and intelligent ladies, elegant and dignified women... Women of different charms would play roles such as samurai, female warriors, servants, carpenters, haiku poets, etc., at the Mountain God Festival. Their professions were displayed in their clothing, either magnificent, dignified, or imposing...
Beautiful women always bring a sense of ease, and Fujiwara Reya smiled contentedly.
Lamps lined along the riverbank, and maids hurried over with lanterns to welcome guests. The entire dock was suddenly as brilliant as the Milky Way. The dazzling lights intertwined together, resembling a gorgeous world of bliss. Amidst this, one woman stood out prominently.
Fujiwara Reya watched her as he put the sugarcane into his mouth.
Sweet taste, colorful attire, the snow-white beautiful Yukino Ritsuko lifted her skirt and stepped down the wooden stairs from the boat. She wore a snow-white classical long dress, her jet-black hair coiled elegantly at the back, revealing her long, snow-white neck. An elegant hair bun behind her was adorned with a jade hairpin, decorated with two delicate snowflakes as thin as cicada wings at the top. Delicate pink tassels hung down from the pin’s end, complementing her black hair, looking supremely noble and elegant.
Immortal maidens in ancient tales are probably like this.
Suddenly, the murmurings erupted loudly, and many creatures stood up, tiptoeing to get a look.
"Quick! Look there. Is that..."
"Is that the delegation from the Furukawa Conference Hall?"
"Indeed, that woman is Mrs. Furukawa’s maid..."
"I know, she’s the Snow Woman."
"Ho~"
"The Snow Woman has a notoriously cold temperament, always looking frosty..."
The bustling discussions drowned out the sound of flowing water, but Yukino Ritsuko turned a deaf ear. Standing at the center of attention, her eyes wandered, searching for something.
In those clear eyes, nothing could be discerned.
But the scene of a beautiful lady lit by the cold moonlight always stirs the imagination.
There were already some restless voices planning to step forward to chat her up.
It was at this moment, Yukino Ritsuko suddenly turned her head, looking towards the rustling bushes from where the sound had come.
Her eyes, under the long lashes, were as clear and beautiful as a lake reflecting the desolate moonlight.
"Sister Yukino, shall we go inside?" Kitagawa Ryoko hopped to her side, reaching out to grab her arm.
However, Yukino Ritsuko stepped forward, heading towards the bushes.
The wind blew from afar, making her light dress gently flutter.
The pure white color danced like a flowing cloud of snow, mesmerizing everyone.
As she walked over, Fujiwara Reya watched her continuously through the bushes. When her face overlapped with the light of the candles for a moment, her cold, frosty face appeared as pale as solidified milk.
Truly worthy of being called the Snow Woman.
Fujiwara Reya jumped out from within the bushes.
Kitagawa Ryoko also looked over and saw a little Teemo... Oh no, a big scoundrel jumping out of the bushes. As he patted the grass fragments off his body, he spat out some unknown white residue, then casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve, smiling as he walked up to Sister Yukino.
"Let me show you around." he said, smiling as he extended his hand.
"Ah—"
Yukino Ritsuko was slightly startled.
Looking at the hand extended her way, she was somewhat torn.
The Snow Woman represents purity and loyalty, how could she casually hold hands with someone.
"You’ve already touched my feet countless times, yet you’re afraid of holding hands." Fujiwara said, ignoring any protests, swiftly reaching out to capture Yukino Ritsuko’s hand, his fingers gently brushing hers, and then holding it firmly.
Cold and smooth to the touch.
Kitagawa Ryoko gaped at Sister Yukino, unable to comprehend the scene before her.