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>>44909263
Bending the truth was something Aya had never done in her life before. Never. However, when it came to that weirdo-disabled Matara-jin of stars, doors and everything else, revealing information required a certain amount of… delicacy. Back then, Okina was ready to start her own private conflict with the tengu and Aya would inevitably get stuck in the middle of it. Even with Yukari’s gap countering the goddess’ seasonal powers, there was a wide gap between in the two in fighting ability.

When she heard Ran and Toutetsu causally talk about pitting Okina and Yukari against each other like two kabuto beetles, she masked her panic with a veil of ignorance. Ran was Yukari’s shikigami, but it her master didn’t share every bit of information. Toutetsu seemed like she didn’t care, which suit the tengu just fine. Both of these girls were so nice to her, along with little Chen (who she’d have to teach to write a gripping headline one day). Her plan for Okina would have to stay between the two of them as much as possible.

Toutetsu’s leisurely pace allowed Aya to form a plan: Once in the Land of the Backdoor, she’d be at Okina’s whims. Even the door was on her, Aya would have to watch herself: Okina was a “Secret God”, so Aya’s own secrets, from her pregnancy to her suspicions about her newest benefactor, might be easier to single out than Marisa’s “Mushroom Surprise” at a banquet.

So, she laid out her plan in her head in the simplest way possible: Become Okina’s spy, dismantle the tengu hierarchy, and snatch Anon while Okina and Yukari kill each other.

Maybe it needed details, but Aya couldn’t risk it. If she thought about her plan once while that backdoor was on her, Okina might read her mind and figure out the reporter’s true reluctance. Sure, she hates tengu and won’t trust Aya in the first place, but confirming it wouldn’t do her any favors. This plan had to be as poorly thought-out as possible, because thinking simply wasn’t an option for Aya.

“Alright, this is the place.” Toutetsu had led Aya to a set of ornate doors set against a flat cliff face. A sign reading “DO NOT ENTER” sat in front of it. This is the same god that stuck a door on a Jizo statue and didn’t bother trying to hide it. This much effort was practically a miracle.

“Don’t you think Okina could have found a more convenient place to put this if she wasn’t going to hide the actual door?”

The taotie flashed a sharp, toothy grin. “Beats me. I’m just glad you’re going through here and not crawling through my back. A girl with your height and those wings sticking out? I’d yank those damn things off and fry them first before letting you inside!” Even if her joke sent a shiver up her spine, Aya still returned a smile. Having a merciless mob boss on her side wasn’t a bad thing at all.

Stepping through the door, Aya found herself right the throne of a bored-looking goddess. Dressed in some sort of sailor uniform similar to the ghost at the Myouren Shinre, just with a scandalously small skirt and plunging neckline, a grey-haired mouse sat near the foot of the throne. Behind her and Toutetsu, the green and red guardians of the Backdoor were swimming in sync with each other in a clear glass pool. Their bikinis barely covered the sensitive spots. Acting on her reporter’s instinct, Aya reached for her camera, grasping nothing. The goddess, brandishing the device in one outstretched hand, cleared her throat to call the tengu’s attention.

“I thought our last interview wasn’t good enough to make it in your paper. You really hurt my feelings.” She tossed the camera to Aya and sat up straight. The tengu would have to bring it to a kappa to make sure she didn’t mess with anything. “Since I’m such a boring subject, why on Earth would you come to see me again, little tengu?”

Following her brilliant plan, Aya quickly belted out “I want to help you destroy the tengu and the HSE! Put a backdoor on me!”

“Wha-What the hell is wrong with you?” She knew pregnancy could mess with someone’s brain, but Toutetsu wasn’t expecting a sudden outburst like this from the girl she had a somewhat normal conversation with moments before.

“Is that so? Why would you ever want such a cruel fate to befall your friends and co-workers?” A grin formed on the goddess’ face as she sat up straight to listen to the stupid tengu’s reason for her betrayal. She already knew the answer, of course, but hearing it come from her own mouth would be far more satisfying.

“Because I’m going to marry Anon and live with him on the mountain. All the tengu are under Yukari’s rule, so they need to be eliminated.” Aya cleared her thoughts, ready to take Matarajin head-on.

Okina smiled at the tengu’s attempt to lead her own fate.

Toutetsu tried to figure out Aya’s angle.

Nazrin wondered if Aya was really going to genocide her own race.

(Part 27)

See it! Hear it! Speak of it! The god of impairments stands before you!

>>43421646
all grammar needs to be translated. or maybe he misspelt grandma.

>>25101646
She everybody mom, most just don't know it yet