"Yaaah~~~~~~!!!!!"
The miko who had foreseen that future screamed loudly.
"Lady Miroku!!"
Thud, thud, thud, thud!
The sound of running footsteps came from outside.
The guards, dressed in kariginu robes and wearing tall eboshi hats, arrived outside.
"Lady Miroku! Are you all right?"
Separated by a single door, the guards asked anxiously.
"Huff—huff—"
The miko, whose waist-length hair obscured her face as she lowered her head, kept gasping for breath, looking like someone who had just been rescued and pulled ashore after nearly drowning.
After a long while, she slowly lifted her neck. Her light-purple eyes were filled with emotions that defied description.
Dressed in white miko robes trimmed with gold, Miroku braced herself with both hands and slowly sat up.
She had just received a guest.
Miroku was wearing formal attire.
Under normal circumstances, she would also wear ordinary clothes.
But now...
The dignified and noble miko in white adjusted her breathing before sliding open the door.
Her beautiful face appeared before the guards.
"..."
This time... Miroku did not know how to begin.
Her power to foresee the future had shown her a scene from several hours later.
That scene was simply...
"Lady Miroku, could it be..."
The guards' expressions changed.
They knew that the miko, Miroku, had foreseen the future again.
"Lady Miroku... who is it this time?"
The guards looked solemn, ready to face death.
Throughout their growth, miko of every generation would encounter death many times.
To avoid deaths caused by accidents or malicious attacks from enemies,
they had to choose a guard to die in their place.
Foreseeing the future... This ability was actually the miko's passive Death-Substitution Dream, activated to protect herself.
As long as she followed the dream's guidance
and let the appropriate person die,
the miko could survive.
For a thousand