has been ready to hunt monsters to improve his consciousness, naturally there is no turning back. Ryji craves power, wealth, and status, like countless witches.

Unless she is born with a novice to fame and fortune and a self-proclaimed Buddhist attitude, no one can escape the temptation of these things.

In fact, there is another kind - women.

The witch's pursuit of fame and fortune is sometimes not necessarily for herself, and it is very likely that she wants to capture the heart of a certain witch. Not every witch is as simple and kind as Shizuru and simple-minded. They are scheming, using witches who love them to achieve their goals, blowing wind in each other's ears, talking sweetly, and turning them into pawns on the chessboard that can be discarded at any time.

The witch who is used as a pawn is blind for love, and is willing to work hard for the bright future promised by the deceiver.

There are countless related cases, and Ruiji can often see topics similar to "XX Witch was defrauded, both people and money are empty, and her current whereabouts are unknown" on TV and the Internet.

They are easy to attract passers-by, and the content is a warning, warning witches who have not yet been fooled to avoid avoiding them and becoming hated for eternity.

Convinced that she won't be fooled, there are only two reasons to try to climb to the heights of the Witch World. One is to protect Shizuru and the Sakuma family, and the other is self-realization.

She just doesn't happen to be a witch who keeps to herself and wants to live an ordinary life. Taking the identity of the snow owl Lingyu as the beginning of a new life, the next thing is to depend on personal ability.

Although the witch in the mirror has a little sadness on her face, she is generally quite energetic, worthy of eight hours of exquisite sleep.

"Sakuma, come on."

Make a fist at the reflection in the mirror, and the reflection does the same. The boiling battle intent burned in the girl's chest, and the confused road ahead was as bright as day.

Armed with the black sword, Riki leaves the room and uses fire magic to light the lantern.

The sleeping stone lanterns are awakened by the dancing firelight, and the cold courtyard is immersed in a golden warmth. The silvery-white moon in the sky gradually darkened and became closer to red.

When it was just dark, it was white with a hint of red, and the closer it was to 12 o'clock at midnight, the darker the moon became.

Last time, there was a blood moon before 10 o'clock, and the Strange Talk Prevention and Countermeasures Headquarters in Tokyo issued an urgent notice urging the witches to avoid it in time. Tonight's notice was sent early, and the gradual red moon night was less dangerous, and when the color became the darkest, the strange talk officially came alive, leaving plenty of time for the witches.

Generally, witches don't go out on the night of the red moon, close the doors and windows, take out runes, and light blue candles to prevent it. The abnormal witch will rush to find a strange talk and fight alone.

After checking the doors and windows of the house, Ruiji rode the Australian Star broomstick into the sky and rushed to the legendary Miyawaka City in Fukuoka Prefecture.

Fukuoka Prefecture is located in the northern part of Kyushu Island, one of Japan's four major islands, and was once one of Japan's four major industrial belts due to coal mining resources after the Meiji era.

In the past, witches were engaged in coal digging, and even if they used magic, they would inevitably be disgraced. Fukuoka Prefecture is now dominated by tourism and import/export trade, and is particularly close to Korea and China, so it is not uncommon to see witches from both countries riding broomsticks or taking public transportation to Kyushu to eat Kagoshima black tonkotsu-style ramen, and then sightseeing in Fukuoka.

The thought of eating makes Ruiji hungry.

I didn't eat tonight because Shizuru wasn't at home, no one reminded me, and I forgot to heat up the leftovers in the fridge. When I flew to Shizuoka Prefecture, I found that I hadn't eaten a single bite.

The culprit must be Miss Fujinaga, yesterday and today, she worked diligently and caused mental impact to the innocent witches around her one after another.

Now the stomach is empty, and a strong wave of hunger sweeps through the body from the inside to the outside. While it is possible to create food to satisfy hunger and create drinking water with magic, the taste of magical creations and the ingredients that are actually made with heart are two very different things.

Magical creations can't reproduce the characteristics of food, it is only edible, it can't meet the standard of deliciousness, and it can't even compare to the ordinary taste. Ever since she had eaten a spell creation once, Riji never wanted to eat it again.

"Before I talk about hunting monsters, I want to go to a noodle restaurant in Kagoshima and have some ramen."

The three days and moons that are pinned to their waists also make the desired sound.

"Don't forget me. Oda Nobunaga once invited me to eat Kumamoto black sesame oil tonkotsu ramen, and the aroma of sesame oil and the rich tonkotsu soup base made it hard for me to forget it, and I always wanted to try it again. The bag of ramen that your mother bought tastes too bad, and the soup base cooked with seasonings is not authentic...... It's hard for me to do anything for you without something delicious. ”

The tone of the strange talk was quite dissatisfied.

"Sealed in the cramped space of your backyard for so many years, I often smell the aroma wafting from outside. As long as you don't come into contact with me, the seal set by the previous master will not be broken, and I will make a new contract with you. More than a thousand days and nights, do you know how I lived? ”

The knife shook in its scabbard, and Riji had to hold the handle of the knife with his hand.

"I thought you guys didn't eat the fireworks of the world, it seems that the pattern is small. I just happened to make money out of the mission, so I invite you to eat three bowls. Three bowls at most, no more. ”

"Stingy. My master is not as good as the next, and your generation is the worst. ”

Three days and moon retracted the scabbard and remained silent. was dissatisfied with the arrangement of the three bowls, but did not continue to make trouble.

Ruiji lifted the speed limit on the broom, drove at full speed, and left the airspace of Shizuoka Prefecture to officially enter Nagoya. The reference of the flight path is the Shinkansen track on the ground and the airspace holographic signage.

The Shinkansen track is the blood vessels and veins of the Japanese mainland, connecting the entire country. Riding the Shinkansen is slower than flying on a broomstick, and it is only suitable for ordinary people and witches who want to save their energy when they go out on a trip.

It was close to midnight, and the color of the moonlight changed from light red to a dazzling blood red. Not surprisingly, several public text messages from the Headquarters for Preventive Measures were immediately received on mobile phones.

——Urgent report, tonight is the night of the red moon, is the period of high incidence of strange talks, please pay attention to personal protection, do not go out without authorization. Don't panic, respond calmly, and contact the Tokyo Witch Association and the Witch Self-Defense Force immediately if you have any special circumstances.

The information is exactly the same as last time, not a word has changed. Bright red exclamation marks bounce in the middle of the phone screen, emitting a dense beeping siren sound.

"I'm not afraid at all."

Ryche turns off the alarm and sets the option to prevent the alarm from popping up. If you don't, the alarm will go off until the witch with the phone finds a place to take refuge before entering the safe zone.

There are often strange stories in the Kyushu area, and the government's emergency notice must not affect the nightlife of the witches.

There are a lot of weird hunters who are ready to go, flying with the breath of weird talk.

The feast in the dark went on quietly.

(End of chapter)