"Gorgeous." Fujiwara Reya pinched her cheek.
"But..." Kawashima Miki hesitated, her gaze becoming clouded again, "I'm a yokai. How can a yokai become a miko..."
After speaking, she seemed a bit disappointed, pursing her lips with an undeniable sadness between her brows.
"I'm a yokai too, yet I became a priest." Fujiwara Reya smoothed her brow with his hand and gently said, "Different identities only represent different perspectives on matters, and cannot be used to distinguish good from evil. As long as you remember the duties of a miko and fulfill them day after day, tirelessly, then you will be the best miko in the world."
"Hmm..."
Kawashima Miki nodded quietly, her eyes showing some interest yet still a hint of hesitation.
"But if I become a miko, won't the gods blame me?" she asked.
Fujiwara Reya said loudly, "I am a god!"
His voice was warm, neither arrogant nor impatient, brimming with the youthful spirit of a young man, yet as steady and composed as a mountain.
