Exorcist in America

"Uncle York, are you sure you don't want to come?" Saxon, dressed in a sharp black suit, looked particularly striking as he expressed his regret.

In a top hotel in the city, another event was taking place.

Next to him stood Amelia, who had yet to get into the car. She shared the same look of regret, but her gaze lingered on the elder sister standing a few meters behind York, her smile even more radiant.

"I won't go. That's not an occasion for me," York said with a smile, patting Saxon's shoulder and glancing at Ms. Camille, who was standing a meter behind Saxon.

"Now that you're married, you're a grown man. It's time for you to stand up for your mother. You know she has been holding up this family on her own, and it's been tough."

Saxon nodded earnestly. "I definitely will, Uncle York."

Amelia reached out her hand, taking Saxon's. "I'll stand by your side."

Saxon was visibly moved.

York smiled and gestured towards the car. "Let's go, it's getting late, you should head off."

Hearing this, Saxon and Amelia exchanged a look, nodded, and finally left, leaving the place to the waiting Ms. Camille.

"Bishop York."

She waited for this moment to speak, smiling.

Looking at the lady he had known since she first came to the Pluto Church, York said, "Ms. Camille."

As they looked at each other, memories naturally flowed between them.

Just then, Camille suddenly walked over and embraced him.

York instinctively wanted to stop her, but thinking better of it, he stood still, letting Ms. Camille hold him.

"Thank you, Bishop York. If there's ever anything the Benjamin family can help with, please let me know."

York pursed his lips. "Okay."

"Hmm," Camille took a deep breath as if inhaling something, then let go, regaining her usual poised demeanor.

"I won't disturb you any longer," Ms. Camille said gracefully.

York simply nodded with a smile. "Okay."

Ms. Camille smiled, nodded as she had done back in the days of Pluto Church, then turned and walked away with a carefree air, but no one could see the slight sadness in her eyes after she turned around.

York sighed, watching the car carrying Ms. Camille drive away, then turned to walk back.

...

That evening, after spending the night with Jessie as she had wished, York embraced his team—Erin, John Wick, Hannah, Aretha, and even the newly arrived Hillary—and headed to the airport. They boarded the church's prepared plane, bound directly for the island nation.

The free and democratic New York is approximately 6,754 miles (10,870 kilometers) from the island nation, so such a long distance typically means about 12 hours of flight time.

This meant they would depart at eight in the morning and arrive at the island nation by eight in the evening.

Fortunately, everyone was in good spirits.

Perhaps because going abroad felt like a vacation, Aretha and the always clueless Hannah were the most energetic, their laughter echoing now and then.

Apart from the two, the others remained quiet, chatting about recent happenings.

For instance, Erin and John Wick would inquire about the new weapons Hillary had been developing.

For this, John Wick, who was accustomed to firearms, showed more interest than Erin.

At this moment, the sound of Hannah and Aretha joking about the scenery outside and expressing their amazement burst forth.

Sitting in his designated seat, York shook his head helplessly and fiddled with his phone, which had vibrated earlier.

Displayed on the screen was a message from someone named [Higa Kotoko].

York's eyes flickered with light.

This name evoked his memories.

During his travels through various countries, controlling the large church district of the island nation, Bishop Pedelio had introduced him to two girls with completely different personalities to serve as his guides.

One was called Higa Kotoko, the other Higa Makoto.

These sisters were not at all alike.

Elder sister Higa Kotoko had a distant, cold demeanor, both in appearance and behavior, making her unapproachable.

While Higa Makoto was the lively, giggly type, yet kind-hearted and naive.

Importantly, according to Bishop Pedelio, both sisters were gifted mediums.

Their family background was also notable, belonging to one of the island nation's longest-standing families, and their mother was the high priestess of the nation's largest shrine.

But at that time, York had noticed that Bishop Pedelio treated the sisters very differently.

It was only later that he learned that both Higa Kotoko and Higa Makoto were actually Bishop Pedelio's illegitimate daughters.

He had marveled then that some

 bishops, seemingly without anything and still single, could have heirs.

Such matters seemed to be accepted by the church, which imposed no corresponding punishment, and even God seemed indifferent.

From then on, York felt that the world's churches were quite good, very humane, and so was God.

Thus, with Bishop Pedelio and their mother's lineage, the sisters already possessed extraordinary mediumistic talents when they appeared before him.

"Although Elder Sister Higa Kotoko is stronger, her overflowing spiritual power is simply incredible, capable of bursting evil spirits."

Memories flashed in York's eyes; he had spent a considerable time in the island nation.

He had also taken the sisters on exorcisms and spirit dispellings.

They had shared quite memorable times, and their relationship was also quite good, with him always playing the role of an older brother.

Suddenly remembering how Higa Makoto had cried inconsolably when he left the island, York smiled.

"It seems I really am getting old, always liking to reminisce."

York sighed, looking at the address sent by Higa Kotoko on his phone.

"Anyway, I'll go have a look. Probably the recent increase in paranormal events has brought her trouble."

Recalling Higa Kotoko's current status, York put away his phone, called up his personal virtual window.

With nearly two months' accumulation, he now had a whopping 26 attribute points available.

"First choice is still to evolve physical essence and microscopic world life points."

York didn't hesitate, instantly adding the accumulated 26 attribute points to his life points.

[Points Added Successfully]

[Life: 379/379]

As the points were added, an odd sensation began to rise from deep within, slowly making its way to his skin, itching all over.

"A good feeling."

York knew this change meant he had become stronger again.

Seizing the moment, York simply closed his eyes to rest, lifting the restrictions on his three-dimensional diagram and enabling the X-ray feature to closely feel the changes in his body.

He enjoyed growing stronger.

...

11 hours later.

At that moment.

A nondescript, low-profile black car weaved through the bustling streets, finally stopping in a quiet corner.

In a busy commercial district, such a scene was rare.

But the guards on either side of the narrow path also indicated that this was a path that denied pedestrians passage and barred them from entering to consume.

Located beside the quiet path was an ordinary-looking izakaya, which from the outside didn't seem like much of an izakaya at all.

People guarded both sides of the house, around thirty to forty years old, dressed in typical island nation kimonos, radiating a mysterious aura different from ordinary people.

As the car stopped, they approached and lined up in front of the backseat car door, slightly bowing as they waited for the person inside to alight.

The next second, before the female driver could come over to open the door, it was pushed open by a hand from inside, revealing a woman exuding a cold aura.

It was Higa Kotoko, dressed in a black leather jacket paired with simple dress pants, her overall appearance strikingly authoritative.

Higa Kotoko seemed oblivious to the two rows of bowing people, walking through the path they formed and heading toward the door.

Following her, two women in suits also caught up.

"How much longer?" Higa Kotoko entered the izakaya, looking at the already prepared setting, and spoke.

"Ten minutes until the plane arrives, Lady Higa Kotoko," one of the suited women replied from behind.

"Hmm."

Hearing this, the normally cold Higa Kotoko's frosty face softened slightly, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch the scar near her eye.

Her father was Bishop Pedelio, her mother the high priestess of the island nation.

From the moment she was born, her destiny was already set.

She was bound to inherit her mother's responsibilities.

From her earliest memories, she had never seen her mother smile at her, unlike her sister Higa Makoto, who could playfully cuddle in their mother's arms and receive her gentle touch. All she had from her mother was stern treatment and coldness.

So she hid her true self, showing only her coldness to the world because that was when her mother looked pleased.

What no one knew was that she most envied her own sister, Higa Makoto—envied her carefree nature, her ability to be her true self, envied that she could attend school like a normal person while she had to practice spells tirelessly.

Eventually, she came to believe she was truly emotionless and cold, her true feelings hidden from everyone.

But everything changed the day their father, Bishop Pedelio, introduced them to a young priest.

Only this young priest had said to her, "Knowing so many spells must be hard, right?" She was taken aback, silent for a while before replying, "It's not hard

."

She still remembered the priest's teasing smile as he said, "You're quite the tsundere, Higa Kotoko. You're also pretty cute. I'm a bit older than you; why don't you call me 'big brother'?"

She was initially resistant, but her sister Higa Makoto happily called him "Onii-chan," a more affectionate term than "big brother."

Though both terms meant "brother," "Onii-chan" was a more intimate form used by a younger sister, while "big brother" was a more respectful term that could be used without causing any trouble in various situations.

Unlike her innocent sister, she couldn't bring herself to use the more intimate term, always addressing him formally as "Father York," but what changed her way of addressing him was a particularly vivid memory.

During a coincidental exorcism, when she stood up for her unconscious sister and felt utterly helpless, the young priest came to their rescue...

"What does 'tsundere' mean?" Higa Kotoko paused in her action of touching her scar, her face expressionless, but a softness was evident in the depths of her eyes unseen by others.

"How could I possibly be tsundere?"

Her two subordinates exchanged a look, then turned back with a hint of a smile, suddenly noticing that the high priestess had stopped; they instinctively halted as well, hearing the unique cold voice of their lady.

"Ten minutes left, is the escort car ready?"

One of them responded quietly, "Lady High Priestess, the escort fleet has been waiting at the destination."

"Oh." Higa Kotoko resumed walking, speaking in her cold voice.

"Make sure to escort Bishop York to his destination properly. After all, the bishop is here to address the recent surge in paranormal activities, and this task has been specifically entrusted to us by the Tokyo Saint Mary Cathedral. As locals, we must ensure everything is handled perfectly."

"Yes, Lady High Priestess."

......

Tokyo International Airport.

At 20:13 in the evening, a plane bearing the church's cross insignia arrived.

Leading the way, with church personnel guiding, York could hear the rambunctious noises.

"We've finally arrived! Aretha!" Hannah's excited call was relentless; who knew why this homebody was suddenly so thrilled, whether it was because she encountered Aretha, causing a chain reaction.

"Should we go eat some sushi? I heard it's really good here!"

"Yeah! Aunt Hannah!" Aretha's voice chimed in.

York looked back and saw the tall and the small huddled together, muttering about something, and felt a wave of helplessness.

"Erin, keep an eye on them for me. I'm afraid these two troublemakers might cause a scene."

Always reliable, always following behind, Erin responded.

"Okay, Bishop."

York nodded, then noticed John Wick and Hillary's somewhat peculiar expressions.

"What about you guys? I'll be going somewhere else soon. You can have a day off."

Hillary blurted out, "Bishop, I feel like Erin might not be enough alone."

York helplessly said, "Then go with her, and make sure you keep them in line!"

Hillary stood straight, his expression serious.

"Yes, Bishop!"

York chose to ignore Hillary and turned to John Wick.

"And you, John."

John Wick pursed his lips, then seriously said, "Bishop, I'd like to meet an old friend."

York was reminded of a memory of swift retribution; it seemed there was indeed a Grand Hotel on the island.

"Go ahead."

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