"No problem!"
A sharp and clear voice resonated in the hall, like two pieces of glass gently clinking together, exquisitely beautiful.
"Rules are made to be followed," Mrs. Kasahara looked at Fujiwara Reya, feeling more and more agreeable towards this young man. "When a junior behaves disrespectfully towards a director at the Council Hall, they naturally deserve punishnt according to the rules. You did nothing wrong."
After speaking, she surveyed the hall.
She made no sound, but her noble eyes exuded an irresistible authority.
In that instant, Fujiwara Reya felt that Sister Kasahara... oh no, Mrs. Kasahara’s deanor was just like a queen wielding great power!
This connection is truly formidable!
The Mountain God secretly vowed to tightly cling to Chairman Kasahara’s support and never let go.
Oh, right.
And to hold onto Chairman Hoshimi’s support as well.
By this point, almost everyone in the hall had realized.
It was now nearly impossible to successfully expel Asakusa Shrine. Even if the vote passed, it would be vetoed by a single vote from one of the chairn, turning it into re talk.
Although Asakusa Shrine would still bear infamy and be unwelco by most, no one should dare have ulterior motives again.
If anyone was still unwilling to give up, it would only be Chief Priest Fujishima and Kougi Guuji. At this point, besides insisting that Fujiwara Reya is a monster, they had no other options.
"Chairn, please tally the votes!"
Chief Priest Fujishima stood from his seat, suppressing his anger, and said.
Right.
The people in the hall finally awoke from their stupor.
The votes had been completed long ago; it was ti to count them... but after what happened just now, many directors who voted in favor felt so regret.
If life could start over,
They would definitely choose to stand with the three chairn and cast a veto vote.
At this mont, Chairman Koubun suddenly opened his eyes.
The old monk, with his sleepy eyes, looked around the hall and said sowhat drowsily, "There was so much commotion just now that so of the votes are missing. To be fair, let’s vote again."
After speaking, he closed his eyes again,
continuing in his dreams to commune with Shakyamuni on Buddhist Law.
"..."
For so reason, Chief Priest Fujishima suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and covering his lips with his sleeve, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The expression on the faces of the over a thousand directors in the hall was also extrely peculiar.
The votes were still in everyone’s hands, so how could so be missing?
But no one dared to object.
Chairman Koubun rarely intervened, but his power securely ranked in the top three of Buddhism and Daoism. Under the pressure of absolute power and absolute position, the words of a superior are the rules and fairness.
Kougi Guuji held the pen, his hand trembling slightly.
His White Mountain Shrine did not have the power that Inari Shrine had, nor could he shout in the council like Chief Priest Fujishima. From the opening of the assembly until now, he could only quietly observe the developnt of events.
The current situation: Chief Priest Fujishima is frustrated, his reputation severely damaged, and the vote has been restarted.
If everything goes as expected, the resolution to expel Asakusa Shrine will definitely not et the condition of being approved by half of the directors.
This situation was greatly in Kougi Guuji’s favor.
He clenched the photo in his pocket.
This was his trump card.
But he must not reveal it now.
Only when Fujiwara Reya is about to clear his suspicion can he stand up and expose another side of Fujiwara Reya before the four chairn. By then, even if the four chairn want to protect him, Fujiwara Reya will have no chance of turning things around.
Similarly, the disgraced Chief Priest Fujishima will naturally be unable to compete with him.
The remaining chairmanship will naturally fall upon White Mountain Shrine.
Kougi Guuji’s hand was trembling with excitent.
In an hour,
he would be able to sit in that vacant place on the high platform.
Thinking of that scene, Kougi Guuji couldn’t help but smile with intoxication.
In the silent hall, only the sound of pen stroking paper could be heard.
Occasional breezes passed through the hall, swirling around the beams, settling among the candles.
In the flickering candlelight, Fujiwara Reya shifted his gaze left and right, observing each director’s face, morizing their features. After today, he would officially be in the sight of everyone, making it easier to recognize faces for future gratitude or revenge.
When he first entered the grand hall, facing thousands of scrutinizing gazes, Fujiwara Reya was initially flustered. Those individual heads, looming in the candlelight like demon shadows, engulfed him with pressure.
But now.
He now felt full of confidence in himself and the future of Asakusa Shrine.
It wasn’t empty talk to want everyone in Onmyo-ryo to take him seriously; nor was it a joke to want Asakusa Shrine to take the first step towards restored glory today.
These things might seem like wild fantasies to outsiders.
But now he was gradually turning those wild fantasies into reality.
He felt proud of himself.
Because his na was Fujiwara Reya, the most handso and righteous priest.
"Hey, senior~~"
In the silence, the coquettish voice of Kasahara Asuka ca through.
Fujiwara Reya turned his head to look, the little witch clutched his sleeve, looking up at him earnestly with a smile.
So close were the two, he could even see his own face in her clear eyes, tasting her genuine joy — the pure kind of happiness that, infectious in nature, made Fujiwara Reya feel a surge of happiness welling from deep within as well.
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