Chapter 13: Yotsuya Miko’s Day of Disaster
Utaha studied the timid girl standing before her, the corners of her lips curving into a knowing smile. Ever since she’d beco a demon, her sensitivity to certain things had sharpened—especially when it ca to the strange, the supernatural, and the cursed.
And this girl, she was clearly reacting to sothing no one else could see. Her eyes would freeze, her shoulders tense, every ti they passed by a spirit lingering in the shadows.
This girl can see them, Utaha thought, her conclusion firm. She’s got the gift. A rare one. And perhaps exactly the kind of talent Lynn is looking for in a new family mber.
She had to bring her to him. Ever since she’d joined Lynn’s side and beco part of his demonic household, Kasumigaoka Utaha might have retained her sharp tongue, but she’d also stepped naturally into the role. If Lynn needed people—needed a clan—then she’d do her part to help build it.
“So,” she asked, tilting her head slightly, “want to co take a look?”
Yotsuya Miko hesitated. Sothing about this so-called Supernatural Research Club gave her pause. It reminded her too much of the shrines she’d visited before—places full of rituals and incense but empty of real solutions. Still, there was sothing about Kasumigaoka’s earlier words that clung to her mind.
You seem like soone who really needs help right now.
Why had she said that? Did she see sothing? Could she tell?
Utaha, watching the subtle flickers across Miko’s face, knew she’d hit her mark. Hesitation ant interest. Interest ant hope. She just needed a nudge. Without waiting for a reply, she looped her arm around Miko’s and gave it a tug.
“Then let’s go.”
“Eh—?”
The door to the Supernatural Research Club creaked open.
“President, I brought… soone.”
Utaha stepped aside to reveal Yotsuya Miko standing behind her. The girl peeked nervously into the classroom, her eyes scanning every corner. Then her shoulders sagged in quiet relief. A sanctuary—there were no cursed spirits here.
Lynn caught sight of her and imdiately knew. Another one, he thought. Another future kin.
“Nice job, Utaha-mon.”
“Oh?” she arched a brow. “Is there a reward for ?”
“How about a magic replenishnt?”
The mont those words left his mouth, a faint blush crept across her cheeks. That scene from earlier, she rembered, the heat from that mory rushing back.
But instead of rejecting it, she just smirked faintly.
“I’ll save it for later. When I need it, I’ll co and claim it.”
Lynn blinked, caught a little off guard. She was definitely getting bolder around him lately. Still, with Yotsuya standing awkwardly nearby, he didn’t dwell on it. Reaching into his desk, he pulled out a form and handed it over.
“Yotsuya-san, let’s start with this. Fill it out.”
She blinked in surprise. “Eh? You know ?”
“Of course.”
A girl with the sight. He didn’t bother explaining.
Yotsuya Miko sat down and accepted the form. She was already here, after all. But—
“Supernatural Research Club mbership Application?”
She stared at the words in disbelief. She hadn’t agreed to join anything.
“Um…”
She was still trying to figure out how to politely refuse when Lynn’s voice dropped low, his tone suddenly dark and knowing.
“You can see them, can’t you… Yotsuya?”
Her entire body froze. Her pupils trembled. Wh-what?! That handso boy… could he be one of them? A cursed spirit in disguise?
This whole club—was it all just a trap? So demonic trick to lure in?!
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as panic overtook her face. Her thighs trembled violently, and for a mont, it felt like sothing had… slipped out.
She wanted, more than anything, to do what she always did—pretend she hadn’t seen anything.
But the form… the damn form was still in her hands.
I’m done for, she thought, gripping the paper with shaking fingers. I’m going to get eaten…
Lynn stared at her, expression unreadable. Even Kasumigaoka Utaha glanced down toward the girl’s thighs, her gaze sharp. Sotis, demon senses really were a bit too accurate.
“She wet herself,” Utaha murmured inwardly. “Poor girl.”
Their eyes t—Lynn and Utaha—and for a mont, neither spoke.
“Don’t worry, Yotsuya-san,” Lynn finally said. “We’re not cursed spirits.”
But it was too late. Yotsuya wasn’t listening anymore. Or rather—she didn’t dare respond.
He says he isn’t one. So I’m supposed to just believe that? I’ve seen spirits pretend before. So of them even smiled like that.
“Even if you don’t know ,” Lynn added, “you must’ve heard of Kasumigaoka Utaha, right?”
Yotsuya blinked. That na… on the way here, she had thought Utaha looked familiar.
“You’re that famous Sleeping Beauty!”
Utaha twitched. Her eye narrowed. Her toes curled involuntarily. That nickna. Out loud. Seriously?
Ah—crap! Miko’s hand shot to her mouth. Did I just say that aloud?!
She risked a glance at both of them. No transformations. No sudden bursts of demonic laughter. Just two slightly awkward people, one annoyed, the other bemused.
She let out a shaky breath. Maybe… just maybe… this wasn’t a nightmare after all.
If they were demon spirits, wouldn’t they have devoured her the mont she started talking?
As Yotsuya Miko cald down, a few details ca back to her. Still, she couldn’t help but whisper, “Really… no cursed spirits, sir?”
“Of course not!”
Lynn gave her a reassuring nod.
Seeing her reaction, Miko finally relaxed.
“We’re demons. How could we possibly be trash like cursed spirits?”
D-Demons?
Her body, which had just loosened up, instantly went stiff again.
Almost crying, she broke down. “Isn’t that even worse?!”
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