The rest of Lois's words caught in her throat. The indicator on her voice recorder blinked twice before she switched it off again.
Her expression shifted from wild excitement to shock, then from shock to the resentment and stubbornness of someone rejected to her face by a major celebrity.
"Ms. Tamamo-no-Mae, I'm the Daily Planet's chief reporter. My interviews reach over a billion viewers worldwide..."
Tamamo-no-Mae lowered her folding fan from her face and rested it on her knees. Her pale violet eyes swept over Lois's face, then settled on the recorder in her hand. The faintest sneer curved her lips, carrying an arrogance that seeped from her very bones.
"A billion?"
"I've lived for over a thousand years. I've seen more than a billion living people."
"What gives a little mortal reporter like you the right to put on airs before me?"
"If not for Lord Yongye, you wouldn't even be worthy of meeting me."
Lois's jaw tightened for an instant.
She opened her mouth to argue, but the words rolled around in her throat before she swallowed them herself.
The woman before her was a Divine Envoy of Takamagahara, a Nine-Tailed Fox, a great demon of the Heian Period. In her eyes, that recorder was probably no different from a blade of grass.
Just as Lois found herself stuck and decided to focus on the unclogging work, a clear, low voice came from the other side of the sofa.
"Actually, I'm an ancient Heroic Spirit too."
Kikyo rose from the carpet. Her plain white shirt was buttoned securely at the collar, her navy pleated skirt fell just above her knees, and white socks covered her ankles. Her black hair fell down her back, its ends brushing below her shoulder blades.
Her back was perfectly straight. Her light brown