Forget Friendship at the Sight of a Pretty Face, Pah!

"Become a monk?!"

Sonoko finally understood and cried out in surprise.

You only just caught on?

Fujino glanced speechlessly at the ever-dramatic Suzuki heiress and silently mocked her in his heart.

Then he looked at the sincere old abbot, frowning in confusion.

All this talk about spiritual roots and Buddhist light—was it just to make him renounce the secular world and become a monk?

He, Fujino, had Buddhist light and was suited to becoming a monk?

I mean, could someone who had killed people really have Buddhist light?

Could it possibly be a slaughter aura instead?

"Sir Abbot, what do you mean by saying he is fated?" Ooka Momiji asked curiously.

The abbot still held his palms together, his tone exceptionally earnest. "The Buddhist light behind Benefactor Fujino rises straight into the heavens. The moment I saw him, it was as though the Buddha himself had descended before me. If he were to enter our Buddhist order and cultivate himself, his radiance would surely illuminate the world, bringing peace to all and blessings to countless living beings..."

Fujino cut the old abbot off. "Forget about renouncing the secular world. If you have any Omamori or something, bring them out. I'll buy them."

Though this was a different world, the routine was the same. Fujino was far too familiar with this sort of talk.

Those bald monks in his previous life had swindled people the same way: saying things like, "You are fated with Buddha, buy a protection charm for peace and safety."

If the price was low, most people would buy one to avoid bad luck. But the things those bald monks sold were usually ridiculously expensive, costing thousands apiece, and if you did not buy them, they would curse you... Truly rotten luck.

"Since Benefactor Fujino has no such