After leaving the "Suyu Bookstore", until he returned home, Manami Mizuhara still did not let go of the confusion in his heart, and was still full of doubts.

But after opening the door, in the face of his parents' questioning, Manami Mizuhara didn't have the space to continue thinking about what happened in the bookstore-

“…… Manami, where the hell have you been! ”

“…… Why did you come home so late—"

“…… Did you know that we are worried about you......"

In the face of the mixed double spell of his parents' scolding, Manami coping with it for most of the day before finally prevaricating, and finally lay down in the bathtub at home exhausted, immersed in hot water, and slightly relieved the physical sleepiness.

"Hoo ......"

Manami looked at the pendant that was cherished by herself next to the bathtub, and suddenly, there was a feeling of being in a different world.

"It's just half a day...... That's what happened.

"I was taken to 'Sogoku Bookstore' by Ryoko - I returned to the bookstore to see "Hermes Genbun" - I was given a pendant - I was subjected to a bullying scene on campus after leaving the bookstore, and I was brought back to Mio Ito for treatment - and the store manager and Mio-san said strange things there......

“…… Oops, how does it feel like breaking into a different world described in a light novel. ”

With her hands around her legs, Manami Mizuhara sank down and submerged half of her head in the water, which was the most relaxing posture for her whenever she took a bath.

In the gentle countryside intertwined by the pleasant temperature of the water, the bright bathroom lights, and the steaming steam, Manami Mizuhara's brain fell into a warm dullness-

“…… I don't seem to have asked what grade Mio is in...... Forget it, I'll know if I ask tomorrow......"

……

Just as Mana Mizuhara was relaxing in her warm bathroom, Mio Ito slowly walked towards a rusty building outside a rusty building with mottled wallpaper, dim lighting, and an iron staircase leading to the main entrance, in Arakawa-ku, Tokyo.

Her steps looked a little weak and her body was unstable, and if it was usual, she might have collapsed on the road, but today, because of the strange warmth in her chest, Mio Ito was able to insist on walking back from the bookstore, walking more than five kilometers in a straight line.

Stepping up the iron staircase, there was a tooth-aching "crunch" sound. The closer you get to the gate, the more you can smell a fishy smell mixed with cheap incense, and those who smell it for the first time are afraid that they will be nauseated, but Mio Ito's face did not change in the slightest.

And not only because of the smell she was used to.

All the more so because this is her home.

Light was faintly seeping through the crack in the door, and it was already past twelve o'clock in the evening, and normal people had already fallen asleep, but they could still hear the faint sound coming from behind the door, for which Mio Ito had long been used to it.

She took the key from her pouch and tried to open the door, but just as it was about to insert it into the keyhole—

"Click."

The door opened.

A tall figure opened the door from behind and stood in the doorway, looking down at her.

Mio Ito looked up and saw that the man was disheveled, with a hint of drunkenness on his face, and he looked like he had drunk a lot.

But the moment his eyes touched Mio Ito's face, the drunken evil intent in his eyes turned into surprise and disgust.

"Uh...... Goo –

“…… You're what the rest of the sect said, the daughter of Nami's 'Heavenly Evil Girl' - she's quite thoughtful, but it's a pity...... Gee. ”

The man burped, shook his head, brushed Mio Ito's body, pulled on his tattered slippers, and stumbled out.

Mio Ito turned around silently and watched the man step by step down the iron staircase, disappearing into the night. Then he turned around, closed the door, and changed into his shoes at the entrance.

As soon as you walk through the door, you will see a narrow living room with yellowed wallpaper.

On the front wall of the living room hangs a big-bellied poop that looks like both a Buddha and an evil god, with six hands and three heads, with a gentle smile on the left side of the face, a terrible anger on the right face, and a portrait of the head of the Buddha sitting on the lotus platform with a wandering expression.

Directly above the portrait is a line of crooked and twisted characters: "King of Bliss Eternal Day".

Underneath the portrait, there is an incense burner, on which is a stick of incense burned, and the smell of incense is disgusting.

Mio Ito looked at the front wall where the portrait was located, but she didn't care about the portrait and the incense burner, but swept her gaze to the side and looked at the cabinet in the corner, which had fallen to the ground, and the contents fell to the ground, but there was nothing imaginary in it.

So Mio Ito moved her gaze to the center of the living room again.

In the center of the living room, there is a big cushion, on which lies a middle-aged woman in a trance, wearing heavy makeup, the woman is not wearing a top, only a bra, the fat on her abdomen is stacked, stacked furrows, and the smell of cheap essence is too strong on her body, mixed with the smell of sweat and fish.

The lights in the living room were dim, and it was difficult to see the specific appearance of the woman.

It's just that maybe ten years ago, the sharp chin that was like a beauty is now covered by fat.

The woman was smoking, and she didn't look at it even when Mio Ito came to the living room until Mio Ito walked in front of her.

"Let's go."

Mio Ito hung her head and looked at the woman on the mat, most of her face was covered by black hair.

“…… Oh? ”

The woman's eyes turned cloudy and sluggish, and the deeply sunken eye sockets, even if they were modified by makeup, could not completely hide the blackness inside.

She looked straight at Mio Ito.

"What are you going to do?"

“…… Suppressed. ”

Mio Ito crouched down and pulled the mat hard at the corner of the mat where the woman was lying, and pulled a picture frame out of it with difficulty.

In the frame, there is a middle-aged man with an upright appearance, wearing an official uniform, smiling and looking ahead.

However, the photo is black and white.

Mio Ito carefully held the photo and wiped the stains on it, but still saw a few cracks on it. She raised her head and looked at the woman, as if asking silently, but the woman smiled deliciously:

“…… Hehe...... So you mean this...... When Masao and the others came over today, they did it too intensely...... The cabinets were all knocked over - after all, he was already a dead man, and he wouldn't mind. ”

Mio Ito held the posthumous photo and listened to the woman with an expressionless face.

Then, she got up and wanted to leave. But the woman grabbed her by the sleeve and pulled her in front of her:

The woman stared at her countenance, revealing a look of obvious disgust.

"Really...... How could I have given birth to a daughter like you—if only you could be pretty......"

"If it's pretty, can you be sent to the sect and please the sect leader?"

Mio Ito looked directly at her and said calmly.

The woman showed a surprise expression for a moment, but in the next moment, it immediately turned into a rage.

Without hesitation, she grabbed the little things next to the mat - vanity mirrors, perfume bottles, combs, etc., etc., etc., and grabbed a large handful of things and smashed them into Mio Ito's face!

"It's all because of you! You ugly!

“…… The sect leader has already said that it is because I gave birth to a 'Heavenly Evil Girl' that I will cause bad luck and need to eliminate disasters! If I had known this, I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place! ”

It was only after a half-sound that the woman's roar finally stopped.

And Mio Ito's face also added several new wounds and shed a few blood marks. However, Mio Ito clung to the photo and let the blood drip down.

The woman stared at Mio Ito with annoyance, her chest heaving with anger.

After a long time, she finally "snorted" from her nose, ignored Mio Ito, passed by her, knelt down in front of the "statue of King Bliss", leaned down reverently, and muttered:

"The King of Infinite Bliss......"

"Saving the World from Fire ......and Water"

"The King of Salvation ......"

"The ...... of the Afterlife for Pleasure"

"Supreme King of Bliss......"

Listening to the woman's pious chanting, Mio Ito silently stood up from the mat, pulled a few pieces of paper from the paper drawer, wiped the blood on her face, hugged the posthumous photo, returned to her room, and closed the door.

Although it is said to be her bedroom, it is actually only a dark room with a size of less than three square meters, except for the bed and a wall table, and there is only a thin quilt on the bed.

Mio Ito went to bed without undressing, the thin layer of quilt could not withstand the cold of the night, but despite this, there was a faint warmth in her chest, which made her feel much better than the past night.

She cherished the black and white photo next to her pillow and leaned against the wall, so that the middle-aged man in the photo could keep smiling at her.

Outside the door, the woman's obsessive chanting continued.

Inside the door, the girl pulled up the quilt, closed her eyes, let the scars that had just been rubbed slowly scab over her face, and said softly to the posthumous photo:

"Good night, Dad."