My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten

Miko's lips curled into a sly smile. As he continued speaking, his voice weaving between taunts and cryptic warnings.

"You should let go of the past already. Look at you—your whole maiden act is slipping. Let's just end this here. Who knows? Maybe today's meeting is about me becoming a general."

Hisame's eyes narrowed. "There can only be six generals, and as far as I know, no one has stepped down or died."

Miko's smirk didn't waver. If anything, it deepened.

"Maybe they're looking to replace someone. The weakest, perhaps?"

He didn't say her name, but he didn't have to. His expression said it all.

That smug grin on his face made her want to rip his mouth right off.

Her claws twitched at her sides, itching to carve that arrogance away—piece by piece.

No wonder he was stirring up trouble—this wasn't just a petty rivalry. He was trying to undermine her.

The air trembled as her aura surged, a deep purple mist unfurling around her feet.

Then—she was gone.

Not a blur. Not a flicker. Just… vanished.

Even Asher, whose senses were second to none, found himself staring at the empty space where she had stood. It was as if she had been erased from existence.

The whole place was dead silent.

Next moment—she reappeared like a phantom. Enjoy exclusive content from My Virtual Library Empire

Her claws hovered just inches from Miko's throat, gleaming under the lantern light.

"Who are you calling weak?"

Miko slowly raised his hands in surrender, but his face remained unchanged—no fear, no distress, not even the slightest hint of unease.

If anything, he looked… entertained.

"Impressive," he murmured, tilting his head slightly.

"No wonder the Nekomata Clan is regarded as the best when it comes to assassination. This curse technique is really powerful."

Hisame's claws remained where they were, hovering just above his throat. The purple mist still churned around her, warping the air itself.

"Draw your sword, or I'll kill you where you stand."

Her claws pressed deeper, their tips pricking his skin just enough for thin lines of blood to appear.

But Miko remained unfazed.

He exhaled slowly, his expression too calm for someone with death lingering at his throat.

But just as the tension between the two heated up, the sound of multiple bells echoed through the streets.

The yokai turned their heads toward the pagoda, the source of the noise.

CLING! CLING! CLING!

CLING! CLING! CLING!

CLING! CLING! CLING!

The bells continued their relentless chime, their echoes rolling through the streets like a decree.

Every yokai present felt it—a shift in the air, a silent demand that none dared to ignore.

And just like that, the heated confrontation between Hisame and Miko came to an abrupt end.

She vanished, her presence dissolving .

A heartbeat later, she reappeared beside Asher, standing so close that he could almost feel the lingering energy radiating off her.

She exhaled dramatically, placing a hand on her hip as if she were the most betrayed person in the world.

"Change of plan," she sighed, her tone carrying a forced air of resignation. "Looks like this meeting was meant to kick me out."

But he wasn't fooled. She brought him here on purpose, fully knowing what the meeting was really about.

'This could work on my favor ' he muttered to himself.

If she was desperate she'd be far less likely to conspire against him. Survival instincts trumped everything, after all.

It was a simple truth—when someone felt threatened, they clung to whatever advantage they could find. And right now, he was that advantage.

'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.'

Asher's expression remained unreadable behind his mask, but his voice slipped into her ears easily. He made sure that no one could overheard them.

"I don't care what game you're playing, but if you get me close to Kitsune, I'll back you up with whatever you need. ""

She didn't react outwardly, but he knew she had heard him.

For a fleeting second, her smile widened, just barely. A silent acknowledgment.

Meanwhile—

Miko, still unaware of the silent exchange between the two, stretched lazily before flashing a satisfied smile.

"Let's go together. I'm sure the others are eager to see you."

The way he spoke dripped with sarcasm. He didn't even try to soften the truth, fully expecting her to be angry at the obvious provocation.

But instead of getting frustrated, she simply flashed a slow, confident smile.

"Sure. I'm also eager to see those five."

Miko's smirk didn't fade, but the amusement in his eyes dimmed ever so slightly.

A flicker of suspicion crept into his gaze as he turned his attention away from Hisame—just for a moment—and studied Asher and Lucy instead.

Their robes, while elegant, were deliberately nondescript. No clan insignias, no hints of rank. Just finely woven fabric that concealed everything beneath.

It was impossible to gauge their strength at a glance.

And that bothered him.

Hisame was many things—unpredictable, cunning, and dangerous. But above all, she was a strategist.

The fact that she hadn't introduced them properly, hadn't dropped so much as a whisper about who they really were, only made him more suspicious.

However, in the end, no matter how long he scrutinized them, he couldn't see any way these two could stand against the generals.

Compared to the monsters waiting inside that pagoda, they barely registered as a threat.

With Hisame and Miko leading the way, it didn't take long for them to reach their destination.

The moment he stepped inside, Asher sensed an odd energy lurking around.

Even Pantheon stirred within him, its voice ringing in his mind.

(Be careful.)

That alone was enough to put him on high alert.

Minutes later, they were led to the higher floors.

One of the guards stepped forward before the entrance of some room.

"Lady Hisame, your guests may not enter from this point."

"Lady?" Hisame's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "So all of you already think I'm no longer a general?"

The undead samurai bowed his head slightly, his skeletal fingers tightening subtly around the hilt of his sheathed blade.

"I'm just following orders,"

Miko's smirk widened. "Looks like you're not as beloved as you thought, Hisame," he mused, watching the exchange with amusement.

Silence stretched between them. Then, without warning—

CRACK!

A pulse of pressure exploded from Hisame, distorting the air around her.

The wooden floor beneath her feet groaned as an unseen force pressed down, and a faint purple mist coiled from her body.

The undead samurai stiffened. Even without a heartbeat, without breath, some primal instinct within him seemed to recognize the danger.

"If you're just following orders," she stepped forward until she was mere inches from the undead, "then you better pray those orders don't put you against me."

It didn't look like she intended to spare the guard.

Then—

CREAK!

The massive doors swung open. A towering figure stepped out, his presence alone enough to steal the air from the room.

Standing over seven feet tall, with crimson skin and a single jagged horn protruding from his forehead, the figure radiated raw, oppressive power.

His sharp chin and piercing black eyes made him look every bit like a warlord, and though he wore only half his armor—his muscular torso exposed—there was no mistaking the authority he carried.

This man was none other than Shuten, the Red Oni—a name that struck fear into even the most battle-hardened warriors.

"Hisame, come inside and don't make trouble. You know this is inevitable."

His words weren't a request. They were a command.

Miko chuckled under his breath, stepping inside first . "Well, looks like your invitation finally arrived, Hisame. Don't keep them waiting."

She exhaled through her nose, her mist-like aura slowly retracting. She gave the undead guard one last piercing look before stepping past him, brushing shoulders with Shuten.

"They're with me," Hisame stated flatly. "So don't get in their way—unless you're willing to lose what little respect I still have for you."

"I'll let this go for old times' sake, but the other generals won't be as forgiving as me."

Shuten exhaled heavily, his massive body casting a shadow over the doorway.

"I don't care" she spat out.

"Stop being stubborn and just accept the decision of the majority." He warned.

She clenched her fist in frustration but managed to keep her bearings together.

She couldn't afford to be impulsive—not now. Not when they were so close to facing everyone.

Asher would only help her if she fulfilled her end of the bargain.

Her best bet was that the Kitsune was there—and that he would make a move to disrupt the entire gathering.

If chaos erupted, she could use it to her advantage. If not… she'd have to create her own opportunity.

Without another word, she walked inside.

Asher and Lucy exchanged glances and followed closely behind.

Whatever was about to unfold inside, one thing was certain—this could spiral into something far worse than what happened at Morningstar Tower.

And Asher's presence here would be a pivotal twist, an unpredictable element in a game where every move had already been calculated.