"Prepare first, we'll be there later."

Riji stretches out on the bed.

"Yes."

Asakura bowed to the door and quickly left.

Outside the door is a sunny hallway, illuminated by light-colored window paper.

The sounds of the dance and music flickered and flickered, everything was normal during the day, and the priests, priests, and shrine maidens sang scriptures and music with blessing meanings, not curses to death, and the meaning was unknown.

At last night's curse festival, the witches were not cursing people or things in a narrow sense, they were cursing all the witches who opposed the goddess sacrifice and tried to betray Asahina.

Those witches who used the Wailing Mountain Monster to sneak away are probably also in the ranks of the curse, and the witches who left are prepared not to come back in this life, and they are indeed very lucky, and if they continue to stay, they will only be dragged into the narrow room and become a strange talk.

It wasn't a whim that the young witches wanted to leave, and after three days here, Rydge knew how suffocating it felt. Asahina seems calm and energetic during the festival, but it is not.

It had already died in the Azuchi-Momoyama period, leaving only an empty shell, and the priestess was just to provide nourishment for this shell so that it would not perish so quickly.

Last night's "carnival" made Ruiji's heart palpitate, and the rope that surrounded the iron-framed bed was only a circle of ashes. It will do its best to resist the damage caused by the strange talk at night, and when it runs out of strength, it will naturally disappear.

The abrupt gray completely dissipated in the sunlight, leaving no trace, as if someone had quietly taken the note.

"Today is the last day."

She couldn't hide the excitement and anticipation in her heart.

In the dozens of hours I spent in the regional weird talk, I didn't miss the shrine at home for a second, the stuffy tatami floor, the nagging of my sister Shizuru and the chicken curry rice she cooked.

Sure enough, it's still comfortable at home.

Now she has to work hard to return to her own world, and her heart is full of the blood of the heroine of Japanese comics.

"Yes, on the last day, eat a little more for lunch, and prepare some food that you can carry with you, we still have a lot of preparation work to do, but don't drop the chain at this time."

Tsuki, who was lying next to him, got up, and the dark gray kimono yukata just slipped off, revealing delicate shoulders and collarbones.

This is the second time that Rigi has seen such a stunning view.

Anyone with common sense knows that the bottom of the yukata is hollow, and even if the hem of the yukata blocks the view, you can still draw some wonderful pictures through reverie.

Taking advantage of the interval between washing and preparation, she quipped: "In these years, witches with a cold personality, facial paralysis or who don't like to laugh are called [Kaolin Flowers], and the attributes of Kaolin Flowers will attract many interested people, and they will become admirers of Kaolin Flowers." Miss Yue, you must have a lot of fans, right? ”

"It's a pity that I don't have the qualifications to be liked at all, and everyone is tired of me being a self-righteous and invincible witch, because I can't engage in blatant bullying, so I have to say some bad things behind my back and make some small moves."

The month directly negates Ruiji's speculation.

"The daily life in manga and animation is not necessarily reality, but it may be the epitome of the hopes of people who are in distress in reality. Okay, it's time for us to go to the restaurant. ”

Regarding her own private affairs, this mysterious witch refused to talk a word. As for what she said about being hated, of course Ritch didn't believe it.

A handsome witch who is good-looking and has a neat and neat style, is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and can't find any shortcomings except for her expression being too tight, how can such a person be liked by no one?

It must be the moon that is humble and wants to maintain a low-key and stable image as much as possible.

Ruiji puts on her cleanly washed Waseda Witch High School uniform, but she doesn't wear a tie. Wearing a tie had to be buttoned closest to her throat, and the damn feeling of restraint would have reminded her of the intense pressure on her airways during the ritual of the mantra, and thus the unpleasant experience.

It's not at school, and there's no point in dressing up too formally.

Shouldn't the tie be used in a dark, uninhabited magical equipment room, with a witch's hand tied, and then everyone talks about the biology of the witch's origin and continuity.

Unlike her unkemptness, Tsuki is dressed like a witch who is about to go to school for the opening ceremony, not only buttoning the last button of her uniform shirt, but also her tie has not shifted in the slightest, and she has no idea that she will have to break the fixed rules of regional weirdness next.

Dressed in uniform, the next step is to check the fuel compartment of your belongings and motorized broomsticks. It has sufficient fuel and can fly about 100 kilometers on a full tank. They also carry some spare fuel to increase their range in time.

After meticulously completing the preparations, they left the bedroom and went to the dining room on the first floor.

The indoor dining area was packed, so we had to move to the outdoor dining area in the courtyard. An automated sunshade roof was erected on top of it, and two-thirds of the guests were seated, leaving a few empty tables.

Business is doing well, and the waitress witches are busy.

Just passing by a chartered sulfur hot spring pool, a rich witch and a few witch friends, and a few beautiful witches from Asahina found a few local witches, and everyone played the kind of game of exercising wrist and arm strength while soaking in the bath, and the surrounding was full of laughter, and the scene was very exciting.

Ruiji blushed a little, and there was no fluctuation on Tsuki's face, pretending not to see it.

Lunch is especially hearty and is known as a Japanese festival dish that is only made on official festivals, and the food is more generous than the usual meals.

Traditionally, the festival is served in a five-tiered lacquered box, known as the "Godanju", where each box is filled with different ingredients, including seafood and barbecue, boiled food, vinegared pickles, mixed vegetables, and the last one, no food, meaning "the gods bestow happiness", and the empty lacquer box is used to hold the gifts of the gods.

Guests staying at Oyu no Mizu can also enjoy this treatment, with no additional charges, and it is not surprising that business will be good if it is included in the meal price paid at check-in.

After the food was served, the witch who called Asakura did not leave for a long time, with an expression of wanting to say something.

"Anything else?"

Yue felt that the witch still had something to say.

Since the day before yesterday, Asakura has always been hiding in the corner and watching them.

"The owner...... I...... Actually, the coffin where the offerings were placed was not in the main hall, and they had already been transferred to the shrine hall. So, there may be traps in the main hall. This is what Utsunomiya told me, who works at the shrine, so you can ask her. ”

After saying that, Asakura slipped away.

The authenticity of the information has yet to be investigated, and it is very likely that it is a smokescreen set off at the shrine. They still don't know if Asakura is standing on the side of the shrine or if he really wants to stop the priestess.

The mission route suddenly diverged, and the next move seemed to have to be adjusted.