The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 139 Kidnapping a Shrine Maiden to Become a Queen!

Inside the castle of the priestess in the land of demons.

The heavy doors to the reception room closed silently behind us.

On an elegant coffee table, warm tea and several delicate snacks were already laid out.

The beautiful face of the priestess Miroku appears even more sacred under the soft light, her clear eyes seeming to see into people's hearts.

Uchiha Mitsunori's gaze swept over the tea and snacks, a playful smile curving his lips: "These are all my favorite tea and snacks. It's as if you... foresaw my visit?"

The priestess Miroku nodded slightly, her movements elegant and composed.

Her voice was ethereal and calm, like a clear mountain stream: "About two years ago, I vaguely foresaw that a powerful figure would emerge in the future, one capable of changing the course of the world. Later, the ninja world underwent a dramatic change, and your name began to spread far and wide... Then, three days ago, I foresaw your arrival."

A knowing glint flashed in Uchiha Mitsunori's eyes; he wasn't surprised by this precognitive ability.

After all, her daughter, Shion, could foresee the deaths of those around her.

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharpening, and asked the question that truly concerned him: "So, how much of the future have you glimpsed... and what fate awaits us?"

The priestess Miroku met his gaze, and a faint blush seemed to flit across her fair cheeks.

She paused, then said in a fatalistic tone, "You will help me eliminate the demons, and then... you will marry me as your concubine."

"..."

A brief silence fell over the reception room, broken only by the faint crackling of burning incense.

Uchiha Mitsunori was slightly taken aback, then burst into laughter.

He slowly stood up, walked around the low table in the middle, and walked step by step toward Maitreya.

The priestess Miroku remained kneeling, only looking up as he approached, a barely perceptible ripple flashing in her clear eyes.

Uchiha Sanfeng sat down next to Miroku and gently took her hand, which was resting on her lap.

Maitreya's fingers were slightly cool and trembled slightly, but he did not withdraw them.

His voice was deep and magnetic, no longer tinged with probing: "The river of time often branches into countless tributaries because of a person's different choices, and I have 'seen' another future for you."

The shrine maiden Miroku's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a look of doubt appeared in her eyes.

Uchiha Mitsunori stared into her eyes, as if trying to see into the depths of her soul: "If I hadn't come here today, then in the near future, you would have given birth to a daughter named... Shion."

Maitreya's breath hitched suddenly, his pupils dilated slightly, and he had a strange feeling.

Uchiha Mitsunaga raised Miroku's slightly cold right hand and kissed the back of her right hand: "She will be your treasure, inheriting your powerful priestess strength. When she is six years old, Moryo will come looking for you. And to protect Shion, you will forcibly seal Moryo into your own body! Then you will seal your body and Moryo's body together under a volcano in the Land of Swamps. Until ten years later, when Moryo finds Shion again, this will be the fate of your priestess clan."

The priestess Miroku's face paled slightly, vaguely sensing that it was a tragic fate she did not want to contemplate.

Uchiha Mitsumine's voice suddenly became firm and domineering: "But... I don't like that future where you sacrifice yourself alone! A future where a six-year-old girl loses her mother at a young age and bears a heavy fate alone!"

He gently stroked Maitreya's cheek, forcing her to look into his burning eyes.

"So, I have come. I have come before you, and I will sever that unpleasant tributary of fate!"

"Now, tell me, Maitreya."

"Are you... ready... to become my queen?"

The priestess Miroku stared blankly at the man before her. He was powerful, domineering, and even somewhat tyrannical, and had suddenly barged into her destiny.

They wanted to roughly pull her out of that predetermined tragic ending and then shove a completely different, unknown future into her hands.

She took a deep breath, gently grasped his hand in return, and her eyes gradually hardened.

"The future you spoke of, I have not seen. In the future I have seen, I am your queen, so I am willing... to accept the arrangement of fate... to become your queen."

Uchiha Mitsunori picked up his teacup and gave Miroku a slight nod, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding.

"Since that's the case... then let's... embrace this new destiny together."

The priestess Miroku slowly raised her teacup in return.

Inside the hall, the incense still wafted gently, creating a subtle and ambiguous atmosphere.

Uchiha Mitsufumi gazed into Miroku's eyes, then gently pulled her into his arms with a slight tightening of his grip.

Miroku's body stiffened for a moment. As a noble priestess, she had never had such intimate contact with a man before.

Then, a powerful masculine aura enveloped her, causing her heart to race wildly.

Uchiha Mitsunori lowered his head and gently kissed her slightly parted lips.

The initial touch was somewhat tentative and awkward, and Maitreya instinctively wanted to turn his head away.

But his chin was gently supported by his slender fingers, the force gentle yet leaving no room for refusal.

"Mmm..." A soft sob escaped her throat.

The kiss wasn't rushed; instead, it carried a strange patience and guidance.

Maitreya's tense body softened little by little in his embrace and kisses.

In the air, only their intertwined breaths and increasingly loud heartbeats remained.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

Maitreya's cheeks flushed a beautiful blush, and his eyes shimmered with moisture, carrying the hazy and shy feeling of first experiencing desire.

A dark fire ignited in Uchiha Mitsunori's eyes, and his large hands began to wander restlessly over her slender waist and back.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch a certain area.

"Wait...wait..."

Maitreya suddenly came to his senses and used his trembling little hand to press down on the large hand that was causing trouble.

She raised her flushed face, her eyes filled with pleading and panic: "Lord Mimine... we're moving too fast... I... I'm not ready yet... please give me a little more time!"

Her voice was barely audible, carrying an obvious shyness.

Even though she foresaw her fate, taking this step still required overcoming psychological barriers for a priestess who had cultivated herself in seclusion since childhood and held a noble status.

Uchiha Mitsunori paused, knowing that haste makes waste, and forcibly suppressed his surging desire.

He took a deep breath, pressed his forehead against hers, and said in a restrained voice, "Okay... I was too hasty... We... have a long way to go."