"Ha? You want me to work for you for nine hundred and ninety-nine days over a single piece of clothing?"
"Onmyoji from another world, do you think I'm like those pure-blooded yokai, completely unaware of the passage of time?"
Kidomaru narrowed his demonic eyes, and the chains wrapped around his wrists let out faint, restless clinks. An exceptionally dangerous aura poured off him!
He had originally come with a trace of gratitude, taking the initiative to ask what price he needed to pay to repay the favor he owed outside Enmusubi Shrine.
Yet he had never expected this bastard to make such an outrageous demand, asking him to spend nearly three years repaying that debt.
Three years!
If he really agreed, how much fun would he lose over those three years?!
"Is that a lot?"
In response to the other's agitation, Arata merely asked casually.
Kidomaru stared straight at the Onmyoji before him without answering. As a child, he had been taken in by the Kamo Clan. Once he grew older, he had been directly exiled to the Asura Ghost Path.
"Arata, you bastard!"
What's more, he was a wild horse with no attachments in his heart.
Arata knew even better that Kidomaru, who had constantly suppressed his ferocity and remained among human society, had only unleashed his murderous nature after suffering hostility and exclusion from fellow apprentices within the clan.
"Right, just like what you'll encounter later."
When he saw that the wicked Onmyoji was still standing there, looking as though he were holding back laughter, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and roared.
"Did you come to help One-Horn Mountain?"
"But besides killing, do you even have any other normal means of making money?"
"I hope Enmusubi is prepared. Otherwise, if couples coming to