Let me touch your tail.
Just a few simple words, yet they left the divine one utterly shocked, unable to tell what medicine the shrine maiden had hidden in her gourd.
Was it a smokescreen?
Or was she deliberately trying to show off her free-spirited nature?
She stared into the shrine maiden's eyes. They were filled with longing—an utterly pure longing. There was nothing in the shrine maiden's eyes except that thick snow leopard tail. She was not putting on an act; she truly acted as she pleased!
Looking further, the god realized that she could not see through the shrine maiden at all.
That was utterly terrifying.
She could not see through her thoughts or her age. To the god, the shrine maiden was completely shrouded in the fog of war.
Hoshino drew her blade at just the right moment.
The shikigami appeared behind her without warning, its body clad in armor, imposing and mighty. Yet the god's gaze clearly did not linger on that outward armor. It passed through the shell and settled upon that mass of empty mist.
Incomparably majestic, incomparably imposing.
Yet it was a dead thing.
So great in life, yet so lowly after death, able only to protect the enemy who had killed it.
The god became even more curious.
Fine, touch it if you want.
The god had only descended here through a meme, after all. The tail belonged to Pramanix, not him.
Of course, that did not mean he did not care about his saintess. Touching a snow leopard's tail was entirely harmless. Once the god withdrew and Pramanix regained control of this body, she would not feel the slightest thing. That was why he was so at ease.
"Go ahead and touch it."
Hoshino did not stand on ceremony. She stepped