The current government was destroyed, and all those who judged the gods were killed by the sword of the retrograde army. But the only judge who was lucky enough to survive under the protection of the sword fell into the distant Heian Jing. In a strange time and space, with strange people, how should people with so many lives on their backs survive in this age of symbiosis between humans and ghosts?
The author is really useless at copywriting orz
*The cp has been decided. He is the uncle. He may appear late, but the cp is unwavering.
*The heroine is the shrine maiden from the Onmyoji scroll
I started this fanfic because I was dissatisfied with the tragic outcome in my uncle's picture scroll.
If you don't like it, don't criticize it. Be careful when joining the party.
The timeline is chaotic, everything serves the plot
Mission: Persevere and never give up hope