Villainous Second Miss Becomes a God in Supernatural Tokyo 36

Chapter 36: The Ryūko Shrine, Designated as a “Saigū”

The Kujō steward walked briskly.

“Woof!!”

“Woof! Woof!!”

“Woof! Woof! Woof!!”

As he walked, several guard dogs barked furiously at the gate, the noise grating on his ears.

However, none of them dared to run outside.

Moreover, their tails weren’t wagging in excitement at the sight of prey, but were tucked tightly between their legs, a clear sign of fear.

The Kujō steward paid no mind, and upon reaching the gate, he saw the leader of the Blissful Truth religion sitting there, resting.

The first sight of him brought a silent exclamation of admiration.

What a handsome, androgynous face.

Every feature seemed perfectly sculpted: a high nose, thin lips, exquisitely delicate.

Not only that, but his body proportions were as if precisely measured, incredibly harmonious.

He wore a simple, white long robe that covered him from the neck down to his legs.

However, his hair was half black and half white, parted in the middle, a true yin-yang head.

This gave the steward a sense of unease.

But then, the man suddenly looked up.

Although his eyes were closed, the steward knew he was looking at him.

Spotting the steward, Kamishiro Naraku, the leader of the Blissful Truth religion, slowly walked over.

He spoke softly,

“Is Lord Kujō willing to see me?”

Being “looked at” by him, for some reason, the steward felt a growing sense of oppression.

“The Family Head has instructed me to take you to the side courtyard.”

“Mr. Kamishiro, please follow me.”

Hearing this, Kamishiro Naraku replied,

“Then I’ll trouble you.”

Although the words were polite, the steward saw no hint of emotion on Kamishiro Naraku’s face.

It was as if his face was dead, a human skin mask.

Moreover, the feeling of oppression grew stronger, and the aura emanating from him was ominous.

This ominous feeling reminded him of…

—A supernatural being!

But the being before him was clearly human. How could he be a supernatural being?

The Kujō steward, a C-rank supernatural user himself, forcibly suppressed his unease and walked into the residence.

Kamishiro Naraku followed at a leisurely pace.

As he entered, the dogs whimpered and scattered.

They quickly reached the side courtyard.

It was unavoidable. Kamishiro Naraku’s identity was not one to be openly displayed.

Although he was the undisputed leader of the first religion in several cities, in the eyes of most high-ranking supernatural users, it was clear that the Blissful Truth religion was a cult.

They brainwashed their followers, making the wealthy ones bankrupt.

And the poor followers would suddenly become supernatural users, only to die in a short time.

If it weren’t for the fact that the Blissful Truth religion had such a large influence on ordinary people and hadn’t caused any major disruptions so far, and if their apparent strength wasn’t so formidable, other more righteous organizations would have intervened long ago.

Of course, there was another reason.

After a thorough investigation, it was discovered that the Blissful Truth religion had a secret deal with the top conglomerate, the Kujō family.

“Mr. Kamishiro, the Family Head is waiting for you inside. Please enter.”

The Kujō steward said.

Kamishiro Naraku stepped through the door, and the steward followed, closing the door behind him.

In the dimly lit side room, only a few flickering candles provided light.

Kamishiro Naraku looked…

And saw a somewhat frail figure behind a screen. He knelt respectfully on the ground and said softly,

“It’s been a long time, Lord Kujō. Your body is as robust as ever.”

Although it was a compliment, all three present knew the true state of Kujō Sujin’s health.

Therefore, the statement was laced with a hint of sarcasm.

When Kujō Sujin and Kamishiro Naraku first made their deal, Kujō Sujin was the dominant party.

But over time…

As Kujō Sujin’s body weakened, and the Blissful Truth religion grew stronger, and most importantly, as Kamishiro Naraku’s power surged…

From a mere C-rank supernatural user, he had now climbed to mid-B-rank.

And this had happened in just five years.

Such a rapid advancement was comparable to Kujō Sujin’s in his youth.

But even so…

An A-rank was still an A-rank!

Suddenly, a thick smell of blood filled the room, and an imposing aura condensed into a massive blood-red hand, slamming down on Kamishiro Naraku’s head.

“Bang!”

Kamishiro Naraku’s head hit the tatami mat, as if he were kowtowing in apology to Kujō Sujin.

“Long time no see, Kamishiro.”

“After stretching a bit, I feel much better.”

Kujō Sujin’s deep voice came from behind the screen, and the blood-red hand slowly dissipated.

Kamishiro Naraku slowly raised his head. Underneath his exquisite face, countless bumps were pushing outwards, grotesquely stretching his skin.

He quickly smoothed his face with his right hand.

His tightly closed eyes slowly opened a crack, revealing pitch-black pupils without any whites, from which a chaotic, violent emotion threatened to spill out.

But Kamishiro Naraku calmed himself down and slowly closed his eyes again.

He had tested Kujō Sujin’s current strength.

The result confirmed that the other’s ability was still at A-rank, not something he could currently resist. It was still too early to seize control.

He had to bide his time.

And “fuse” with more and more… supernatural beings.

Behind the screen, Kujō Sujin was also somewhat alarmed. When Kamishiro Naraku’s face had contorted, he had sensed a faint danger.

Fortunately, the other was still a mid-B-rank. If he reached peak B-rank, he might only be slightly weaker than him.

At that point, if Kamishiro Naraku tried to usurp him, even if he could kill him, he would likely exhaust his own power and drop back to B-rank.

He needed to act quickly.

He needed to obtain more purified supernatural blood before Kamishiro Naraku reached peak B-rank.

To stabilize his A-rank status.

In the small room, both men had their own agendas.

The Blissful Truth religion currently needed the Kujō family’s financial resources to expand faster, and Kujō Sujin needed the purified supernatural blood that Kamishiro Naraku produced.

It was something only he could create with his unique method.

Kujō Sujin had tried ordinary supernatural blood; it could only slow his decline, not stabilize him.

And this time, he had heard that Kamishiro Naraku had brought a supply of purified supernatural blood.

Kujō Sujin swallowed hard, but he suppressed his eagerness. He couldn’t let the other see his desperation. Instead, he said,

“Kamishiro, what brings you here today?”

“You know, when you ask for my help, you need to add an extra bottle to the monthly supply of supernatural blood.”

Kamishiro Naraku seemed to have forgotten the earlier slap.

He pulled out a bottle of blood, radiating a captivating glow, and handed it to the Kujō steward. Then he said softly,

“This is the extra supernatural blood.”

“I’ve come to ask for another batch of convicts to increase my forces.”

“In the expansion of the Blissful Truth religion, I’ve encountered an opponent.”

“They are the recently designated ‘Saigū’ — the Ryūko Shrine.”