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He must have returned to the Strange Tale World.
As for Hannya, she first snorted forcefully at her own Onmyoji.
It was different from her usual "coquettish" disdain. She must have been truly dissatisfied this time.
Then, the purple and white juban she wore disappeared as well, reverting back to the form of a Shikigami.
In the rain-drenched city park, only Kamiyagawa was left.
He silently picked up the sheath of the straight-bladed sword from the ground and sheathed the sword.
"Hiss—why do I feel like I've become a jerk? That shouldn't be the case..."
...
It wasn't time to think about how to manage the relationships within Strange Tales yet.
Mary and Hannya, though they seemed angry, hadn't really done anything to him.
Well, for the time being...
What he needed to do now, was to take care of the battlefield first.
This time, the Rouge Immortal had been vanquished, and the Candle-making Monk's Blood Pump hadn't activated.
But Kamiyagawa's luck was not bad either.
