Chapter 48: How to Enjoy a Festival (6)

What came to escort Jinseong was a limousine.

An old Japanese man who looked like a chauffeur, wearing a well-fitted suit and white gloves, opened the back seat door.

"I'll load your luggage for you. Please hand it over."

The chauffeur politely tried to take the bag Jinseong was holding, but Jinseong shook his head and said with a kind smile:

"It's alright. This is an important gift for the people at the club, so I feel more at ease holding it myself."

Jinseong politely declined the chauffeur's offer and got into the limousine with his bag.

Inside the limousine was a luxurious interior that looked like something out of a movie. Especially, perhaps to entertain Jinseong, the refrigerator contained expensive wine and cheese.

Jinseong checked the cheeses inside.

Let's see. Not this one, not this one either. Not this one either... Tsk. They've only collected unnecessarily high-quality ones.

Unfortunately, all the cheeses inside were high-end products.

They were all unnecessarily high quality for Jinseong to plant and breed insects in them.

The wine was the same.

It was a high-end product that seemed like you could get drunk just from smelling it, so well-aged.

Let's see. This is good. These are made with care using only grapes.

Jinseong selected a suitable wine, opened it, covered the mouth with his palm, and started shaking it vigorously. After repeating this for a while, he made a gesture of cutting his palm with an invisible knife.

Once drawing down the air as if holding an invisible knife, once slowly scratching his palm with his fingernail, and once stabbing his palm as if holding something sharp.

After mimicking these three times, he slowly chanted an incantation.

"Sanguis Dómini nostri Jesu Christi custódiat ánimam meam in vitam ætérnam (May the Blood of our Lord Jesus Christ preserve my soul unto life everlasting)."

After chanting the incantation, Jinseong took out a thorn filled with divine power that he had prepared in advance from his bosom and wrapped it around the neck of the wine bottle. Then he flicked the wine bottle a few times with his fingernail, opened the door of the bag he had brought, and poured all the wine upside down.

The gushing wine thoroughly soaked the dolls in the bag, turning them red, and only after seeing all 20 dolls dyed red did Jinseong speak again.

"Corpus Dómini nostri Jesu Christi custódiat ánimam tuam in vitam æternam (May the Body of our Lord Jesus Christ preserve your soul unto life everlasting)."

Then the color of what had been wine until just a moment ago began to change.

What had been grape wine gradually changed color as if gaining life, and the smell slowly changed from the characteristic alcohol smell to a fishy, pungent smell.

Jinseong muttered as he closed the bag again.

"Amen."

After performing some sorcery with the wine like this, Jinseong leaned back on the backrest and closed his eyes.

Perhaps because it was an expensive car, it was so comfortable that he felt like he could fall asleep just by closing his eyes.

But instead of sleeping, Jinseong spent time listening to the sound like ice being licked coming from inside the bag.

How long had he been leaning like that?

Finally, the limousine seemed to have reached its destination and stopped, and the chauffeur got out and politely opened the door.

The place Jinseong arrived at was a hotel in the city.

The hotel, with a slightly curved shape reminiscent of a Japanese sword scabbard, had a black glossy exterior.

Jinseong glanced at the black gloss once and walked into the hotel.

Inside the hotel, a staff member politely escorted him like they had been informed in advance, and as if they had heard from the chauffeur beforehand, they kindly guided him without offering to carry his luggage.

However, despite the staff's kind reception, Jinseong felt slightly annoyed instead of comfortable.

The reason was that this hotel also had measures to find sorcerers.

As soon as Jinseong entered the lobby, like at the airport, talismans created with onmyodo were hung everywhere pretending to be pictures, and energy sensors were hidden in front of the elevators.

Moreover, when entering the elevator, onmyodo could be seen laid out pretending to be interior decoration. Even the hiragana written on the notice in the elevator had onmyodo laid underneath, so there was no other way to put it except to say it was extreme.

As I suspected, indeed.

The Japanese obsession with finding sorcerers was beyond imagination.

Not just tourist spots, but even in hotels, and even laid out like traps in elevators.

And that wasn’t all.

Even the staff escorting Jinseong seemed to be furtively looking at him with a slightly confused expression, as if they had some kind of detection device.

Unlike when he had entered the country using the Gebo rune, his body now had nothing on it, so it seemed something had been detected.

But the staff member quickly corrected their expression and moved to a place out of Jinseong's sight to send a text message on their smartphone.

When Jinseong enhanced his eyes to peek, the content was 『 Cancel dispatch. Identity confirmed. Future Shinto priest. Invitation. Guest. 』

My judgment was correct.

Free pass.

Jinseong now had a free pass to move around Japan as he pleased.

"Oh, future Shinto priest! You've arrived!"

A free pass in the form of the protection of the powerful and the status of a future Shinto priest!

Japan was a country that used driver's licenses as a substitute for resident registration cards, unlike Korea.

In such a country, the not-so-light status of 'future Shinto priest' and a position worthy of being invited by the powerful were sufficient grounds to guarantee that Jinseong was not a sorcerer from outside but an existence within Japan. And with two grounds established, it would now be meaningless even if someone were to doubt.

Those two things would breed other grounds like bearing offspring, and eventually, they could gain enough power to crush even definite evidence.

No, given that most Japanese were weak to power and authority, they might not even think of looking for evidence or causing a stir with it in the first place.

But the stronger the power, the better, and the higher the authority, the better.

Jinseong smiled brightly at the politician who had received the 'blessing' and was welcoming him warmly. After exchanging a few ceremonial words, he followed the politician's guidance inside.

Ah---ng!

As soon as they entered, what was heard was a moan.

The woman's nasal voice, filled with nasality, resonated as soon as they passed through the soundproofed door, and when Jinseong shifted his gaze towards where the moan was heard, he saw one of the politicians who had received the 'blessing' from Jinseong earlier, straddling a woman's body and engrossed in the act.

Hmm. That woman looks familiar from TV.

As Jinseong quietly looked at the woman, the politician guiding Jinseong said with a lewd smile:

"Hahaha, you recognize her. She's a famous celebrity often seen in advertisements these days. I lured her here to the club saying I'd introduce her to advertisers."

That wasn't the end of it.

Moans were echoing from all over the top floor made using two floors of the hotel. From a room far away, the moans of two women and the panting sounds of three men could be heard, and from another room, the moans of three women and the wailing of one man could be heard.

As expected, it was this kind of club.

What Jinseong had been invited to was an orgy club.

It was a club that power holders obsessed with women could join.

That’s good. I'll give you an unforgettable night today.

Jinseong naturally listened to the sounds coming from all over as if they were background music, letting them in one ear and out the other as he followed the politician's guidance up to the second floor. The second floor also had sounds echoing from all over, but as if it had at least minimal soundproofing facilities, the moaning sounds were noticeably quieter than the floor below.

And among them, there was a room where no sound could be heard, and its door was elaborately decorated with mother-of-pearl inlay, unlike the other rooms.

"That's the room where the elder is. The elder is showing great interest in you, the future Shinto priest, so if you don't cause offense, your future will be smooth sailing."

The politician said this and then quietly advised Jinseong.

"The elder dislikes people who abstain from places like this. He thinks a proud Yamato man should know how to embrace women as naturally as breathing. He even scolds people who are awkward with women or seem clumsy in handling them. As you can perform 'blessings', you probably don't need to worry about that... Still, showing the image of a generous and loyal man will help with the first impression."

Jinseong smiled at the politician who was sincerely advising him and said:

"There's nothing to worry about. He will surely like me. And you, who brought me here, will also be used importantly."

At Jinseong's assurance, the politician nodded as if he believed him and knocked on the door, announcing that Jinseong had arrived. After a short while, the door opened with a clunk.

Inside the room, a man surrounded by four half-naked women receiving their attention could be seen.

The man was lying on the bed, looking at Jinseong and the politician with languid eyes, and his completely naked body was covered in firm muscles.

Jinseong thought as he looked at those muscles:

Tsk. Not a procedure but a martial artist?

But it was too early for disappointment.

After all, not everyone with muscles can be called a martial artist.

You could see middle-aged men exercising hard to manage their bodies.

Moreover, even if he was a martial artist, there was no guarantee he hadn't received procedures.

It was worth checking.

"So, are you that rumored future Shinto priest? Well, try casting that blessing on me too."

The man spoke to Jinseong with languid eyes.

Jinseong responded with a bright smile to the man's languid gaze.

"Understood."

Jinseong smiled as if pleased by the man's words.

"I'll cast not only a blessing but something else too. You won't be disappointed at all."

"Oh? Can you guarantee that?"

"Of course."

Jinseong smiled.

"I can guarantee it. You will definitely be satisfied."