Simulator in Type-moon, Starting with becoming Morgan husband!

Chapter 118. Minamoto no Raikou's Unforgettable and Blissful Wedding Night

"Master."

"Everything you requested has been prepared."

Minamoto no Raikou respectfully spoke to the man before her while holding an inkstone in her hands.

"So, what should I do next?"

"Hmm…"

Ian took the inkstone from Minamoto no Raikou's hands and gently placed it aside.

"Well then, Raikou, next—"

"I need you to act as my writing paper for a moment."

Minamoto no Raikou glanced at the table he pointed to, then quickly nodded.

"I see, I understand."

"Then—"

The female warrior obediently lay down on the spot.

"Master, please don't worry too much."

"Umu."

The sash of her kimono was undone.

The moonlight, like a soft white silk veil, poured down, enveloping Minamoto no Raikou's body.

She became as pure as a pristine sheet of paper, unable to be tainted by even a speck of dust.

But for Ian at this moment—

What truly occupied his mind was something else.

[Even though Minamoto no Mitsunaka had agreed to the marriage between you and Minamoto no Raikou,]

[You have not forgotten his words.]

[There are still secrets hidden within Minamoto no Raikou that neither you nor he are aware of.]

[You decide to use your wedding night to uncover as much of the truth as possible.]

[This is an interaction devoid of lust.]

[You only wish to protect her.]

Looking at the sheet of paper laid out before him by Minamoto no Raikou's own hands, Ian's heart remained calm.

Because if he wished, such a scene could be witnessed at any time.

However—

He couldn't let her realize this on their wedding night.

For if she knew that the person she had just married was thinking this way at this very moment, she would undoubtedly feel hurt.

That was something that must never happen.

So, he decided to praise her properly.

"Raikou."

"I am here, master."

"You look truly beautiful like this."

"I-I do?"

Minamoto no Raikou, who was quietly lying on the table draped with her kimono, felt a little shy.

Her voice trembled with emotion:

"If I am truly beautiful, then please look at me a little longer, Master."

"That would make me very happy."

However—

Despite her words, Minamoto no Raikou still felt somewhat embarrassed.

After all, as the eldest daughter of the Minamoto clan, completely baring her purest self before another man was not an easy thing to do.

At the very least, it was a difficult thing to accept mentally.

But fortunately, this man was him.

Just recalling the past made everything feel so natural, like a flower blooming at the right time.

However, Ian had a different thought.

He spoke:

"Raikou, this may not be the best time, but I have some questions I'd like to ask you right now. Is that alright?"

"Of course, Master. If it is something I know, I will surely tell you."

"Umu, that's good to hear."

As he responded to Minamoto no Raikou, Ian picked up the calligraphy brush she had prepared, gently dipping it into the clean water of the inkstone.

"Raikou, do you remember anything from your childhood?"

"My childhood?"

Though she found Ian's question a bit strange, Minamoto no Raikou still took it seriously and thought about it.

She nodded and answered:

"I can remember a little."

"Then—"

Ian lifted the brush and brought it toward Minamoto no Raikou's face.

"What about further back?"

"Further back?" Minamoto no Raikou was slightly confused. "Master, when exactly do you mean?"

"Hmm… for example, when you were just born."

"That…"

Minamoto no Raikou furrowed her brows slightly, then shook her head.

"I'm sorry, Master, but I do not remember that time."

[You are not surprised by this answer.]

[Very few people can remember anything from the moment they were born.]

[After all, even you yourself do not recall what happened on the day you were born.]

[You realize that relying on Minamoto no Raikou's memory alone is not enough to trace the truth to its roots.]

[But you are not worried—this is only one of your methods.]

[You still have other ways.]

"Raikou, can you close your eyes?"

"Yes."

Responding to her master, Minamoto no Raikou gently closed her eyes.

Lifting the brush soaked in water, Ian delicately wrote each stroke on her cheek.

This was not merely writing.

It was a hidden spell, disguised in the form of waka poetry.

Once the alternating short and long rhythms of the poem were completed, Ian—as an Onmyoji—would be able to use them to uncover the heavy secrets weighing on Minamoto no Raikou's shoulders.

This was a type of Onmyodo that should not be used.

Because all things follow the law of balance, no matter how powerful an Onmyoji may be, they cannot change that.

But for her, Ian was willing to pay a price—such as sacrificing a portion of his lifespan.

Of course.

This price was not yet enough to push him to his limit.

If anything were to happen to him now, Minamoto no Raikou would become a widow.

The pure water glided across Minamoto no Raikou's delicate face, tracing along her features as it flowed downward.

Under Ian's guidance, the water gradually stabilized, resembling ink drying on pristine white paper.

As he remained deeply focused on completing the ritual, Minamoto no Raikou suddenly spoke in a soft voice:

"Master, may I make a request?"

"Umu, Raikou, go ahead."

"It's just—" Minamoto no Raikou tightly shut her eyes, showing no intention of opening them.

"When you write waka poetry, could you recite it aloud?"

"If our wedding night remains this silent, I'll feel a little lonely…"

"..."

[You suddenly realize you had forgotten something.]

[Tonight is indeed the best opportunity for you to uncover Minamoto no Raikou's fate.]

[But at the same time, this is also the most memorable moment of her life.]

[Even if she doesn't mind becoming the paper beneath your brush, that doesn't mean she has no desires of her own.]

[You decide to adjust your plans slightly.]

[You understand clearly that only by giving her an unforgettable wedding night can you truly fulfill your duty.]

"No problem."

Ian smiled in response.

"If Raikou fears the silence, then I shall recite the poetry for you."

For him, this was not an issue.

Writing while reciting posed no obstacle at all.

And to help Minamoto no Raikou relax, Ian even intentionally adjusted his tone, making it gentler and more soothing than usual.

"Master, you truly are a refined man."

Lying on the table with her eyes closed, Minamoto no Raikou softly praised him.

"Even in a situation like this, you can still maintain the rhythm of waka poetry."

"It's all thanks to you, Raikou."

"Thanks to me?"

"Umu… Without a beautiful scene, how could I be in the mood to compose poetry?"

Ian lifted his brush, his gaze slowly drifting downward from her cheek.

Before him lay the most rugged part of the paper.

"Raikou, I will continue."

"Yes, Master."

Hearing Minamoto no Raikou's response, Ian lowered his head, placed his hand on the rough surface of the paper, and gently smoothed it out.

The air quickly filled with a sweet fragrance.

Moreover, compared to before, Ian could clearly sense the abundance hidden within.

It seemed that from now on, no matter how far he traveled, there was no need to worry about running out of water.

"Raikou, you're still putting in effort on this matter?"

"Yes, Master."

Minamoto no Raikou's face flushed slightly, but her voice remained as gentle as ever.

"Because I promised you that I would 'nourish' your memories."

"So no matter how troublesome the issue, I will devote myself to resolving it."

"That's why—"

"Master, please do not be surprised by this."

"I understand."

Ian did not pursue the matter further.

But he knew very well that he had to involve Minamoto no Raikou more deeply.

A wedding night must never be taken lightly.

The sweet spring was gently opened by the Grand Onmyoji.

The beautiful intent flowed down from the high mountain, wrapping around that fair skin.

The brush tip sank into the soft river.

A beautiful landscape painting.

Using snow as water.

Ian continued to chant the waka, and his brushstrokes followed with grace.

Minamoto no Raikou's face turned increasingly red.

The corners of her lips gently curled, a sign that the female samurai's heart had completely immersed in this sweet contact.

The voice of poetry echoed, the brush gliding lightly.

The pristine white paper absorbed the sweet scent of milk, making the atmosphere of the wedding night even more dreamy.

Stop.

The brush tip hesitated in the hollow on the samurai's belly.

"Raikou, are you alright?"

"No problem."

"Please continue, master."

The brush spread in all directions.

The final waka poem of the Grand Onmyoji was almost complete.

Just a little more, and the spell would be validated on Minamoto no Raikou's body.

"Raikou, it's almost finished."

Ian whispered.

"Is that so?" Minamoto no Raikou seemed still unsatisfied.

"I thought master would write through the whole night."

"That's not happening."

"However perfect the poem is, it must have an ending."

Ian lifted the brush, dipping it into the ink once more.

This time, where the waka poem landed was the thin boundary on the paper.

The Onmyoji's chanting voice rang out as the bamboo pen soaked into each corner on the left side of the paper.

Stirring;

Unveiling.

The nib of the brush sank into the first crack of the paper, a little slowly.

Ian didn't speak any further, silently increasing the pressure, pulling it from the gap.

He reached out to gently stroke Minamoto no Raikou's smooth hair, then softly asked:

"Raikou, this waka poem might be a bit long."

"Master, I know… No matter what, I will write this waka poem with you."

"Alright, I understand."

The Grand Onmyoji no longer hesitated.

The strokes of the brush became increasingly forceful.

The bamboo pen soaked in ink was gradually swallowed by the sweet stream, pulling with it the trembling of the female warrior's body.

Her white hands gripped the edge of the table, her face flushed.

But she didn't utter a single word, nor did she express any complaint.

To become the paper beneath his hands on this wedding night was the most perfect dream.

At this moment, Ian's voice rang out.

"Raikou, if you truly want to make a sound but don't know what to say—"

"Then let us chant the waka together."

"Eh… can we?"

"Of course." Ian chuckled softly. "This is a poem I wrote for you, so naturally, you can join in with your voice."

"I… I understand now!"

The newlywed couple chanted the waka together, about the beauty of things.

One voiced the words, the other created the melody.

Countless emotions were hidden in the harmony between them, until the brushstroke etched deep into the paper.

The song ended;

The sound fell silent.

Ian released the brush from his hand.

In the next moment,

Clear water surged beneath the pure moonlight, the fragrance of purity spreading through the quiet night.

"Plop."

The brush fell to the ground, silently lying on the surface of the lake, reflecting the crescent moon.

This was Minamoto no Raikou's most effortful chanting.

Her proud chest gently rose and fell, hot breath spilling from her soft lips.

But Ian's mind at this moment was focused on something else.

The waka poem had not been effective.

["Waka" has no effect.]

[This means that, no matter how much you sacrifice, you still cannot see all that she carries.]

[What exactly did you touch, for things to have turned out this way?]

[You realize that, perhaps the 'grudge' that is the foundation of the Genji family— is Minamoto no Raikou.]

[You know this is not a good sign.]

[But you will never avoid it.]

"Master..." Minamoto no Raikou's voice, slightly breathless, softly called out.

"Was my performance... acceptable?"

"..."

Ian knew that the thoughts in his mind should not be shared with her.

At least—

On the wedding night she had longed for, he shouldn't say such things.

"Raikou, I am very pleased."

"The waka poem you chanted was truly wonderful and full of life."

"And now—"

Ian stepped toward Minamoto no Raikou.

From the table, she saw the ritual tool hovering right in front of her face.

No more words were needed.

Feeling the warmth spreading across her cheek, Minamoto no Raikou closed her eyes, lost in happiness.

Because— this was the wedding night she had always longed for.

A night to be with him without any constraints.

This would be the most unforgettable time in her memories.

[You have spent a sweet night together.]

[You have officially become the husband of Minamoto no Raikou.]

[Accepting this reality, Minamoto no Mitsunaka began to use his power to arrange a path for his daughter's career.]

[And Minamoto no Raikou truly had great ambition.]

[She followed in her father's footsteps, forming connections with the Fujiwara family within the court.]

[As her husband, you too have sailed smoothly, becoming a notable figure in Heian-kyo.]

[The harmonious marriage between you and Minamoto no Raikou spread throughout the capital, even becoming part of a popular song.]

[The waka poem you wrote on your wedding night was highly praised by the aristocracy.]

[But both you and Minamoto no Raikou still long for the glorious days of demon-slaying.]

[It's just that the demons in Heian-kyo have long scattered in fear of your reputation, leaving no trace to hunt.]

[The two of you can only reminisce about the old days during moments of leisure, then look at each other and share a knowing smile.]

[And so, a few years passed.]

[You originally thought that everything would remain peaceful forever, but the situation has taken a new turn.]

A young man named Watanabe no Tsuna appeared on the streets of Heian-kyo.

He bore severe wounds, on the verge of death.

Yet he kept muttering a phrase that both Ian and Minamoto no Raikou deeply remembered.

"I want to kill demons." — The young man spoke.