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“You can’t be serious. I won’t allow you entry to this place with that-“she began.
Futo raised her hand. “Tis useless, he is intent to see The Crown Prince regardless of garb.”
“Fine. But her…” She pointed to Seija. “…I will not allow.”
Seija shrugged and took a seat on a bench crossing her legs as she did. “Not as if I wanted to be apart of some stuffy proceeding of royalty anyway. Go along Goro-kun, meet with that feather-brained prince so we can get out of this stuffy palace already.”
We were all taken aback by how flexible she was acting. Why was this Amanojaku being so aggregable?
“Well then, move along she’s waiting for you.” Tojiko said, pushing me toward the door, no doubt intent on me completing my business so Seija would leave sooner as well.
As I approached the golden engraved doors they opened as if they had a will of their own and shut just as gracefully. I didn’t hear the characteristic crack of wood or whining of metal hinges that usually accompany such large construction, but such was a hermits abode I suppose. Whatever the oddity, it didn’t compare to the one that stood before me now.
“Oh, you’ve arrived, come come, make yourself comfortable.” Toyosatomimi no Miko spoke, beckoning me toward the table.
The odd piece of furniture was lowered into a recess of the floor and the table was covered with an embroidered cloth that draped over its side. I bowed and took my seat, sitting cross legged, it almost appeared that I was buried waist down in the floor and found that beneath the table was slightly warm.
Across from me sat Miko, the Crown Prince who wore a flowing purple robe accented with gold, beside her sat the blue-haired hermit Seiga Kaku in a similar piece of comfort wear accented by the odd flower or two. As I took my seat, their expressions momentarily changed to shock for a moment, but they quickly regained their composure. Perhaps even they were sensitive to these Buddhist seeming robes? Ah, too late to consider now, my relationship with the Myouren Temple was probably already known to them anyway.
“So,” Miko began, sliding herself around the table until she was at my side. “you’re the petitioner who’s been asking to see me for so long, the human who brokers with Youkai are you not?”
“Yes, although I don’t deal exclusively with them, I simply don’t discriminate in my clientele. It is a privilege to have an audience with you, oh Illustrious Crown Prince.” I reply, bowing my head.
Seiga simply took a drag from a pipe she was smoking, saying nothing. ‘Good’ I thought. I’ve heard so many rumors about Seiga Kaku’s exploits and none of them were pleasant.
“My my, no need to be so formal! You know, had you arrived at any time I would’ve gladly taken your audience. Although I suppose you’re not a hermit so you can’t come and go into Senkai as you’d like without an invitation.” Miko said, thinking aloud.
It’s well known that Miko could intuit the desires of someone with a glance, in fact, she was rumored to be able to listen and reply to as many as ten people at once. Which made the fact that I had her exclusive audience all the stranger, a side-effect of her carefree attitude?
“Of course, Miko-sensei. I simply did not wish to waste your time or mine on a useless meeting.” I explain.
“Because the rejection itself would’ve been an answer to your question, yes, quite a broker, aren’t you?” Miko said, placing her elbow on the table and resting her face on it.
“You want to know my intentions regarding the brothel of one within the village? As you expect: I have none. My own involvement would hamper its destruction rather than help. Ah, but please don’t think of me as cruel, that place is an evil blight and I wish for its destruction as much as the rest of you.” She said with a casual smile.
Relief. She could be lying to me, but The Crown Prince’s word, the dignity of a saint, would be tarnished if she was.
“Now that you’ve gotten what you wanted will you indulge me for a moment?” She asked.
“Of course, what would Miko-sensei ask of me?”
“Are you picking a fight with that dress wear?” She accused.