[Spell Return] Beast of Despair

29.

—November 2018, Wakayama, Yae’s house—

An old mansion located at the foot of a mountain near the sea, belonging to the Yae family.All members of the Yae family have lived here since they were expelled by the main family Gojo a hundred years ago.

In my impression, the Yae's house is an exceptionally lively place, because the children of the same generation are all about the same age, so it always seems a bit noisy, but it just happens to fill the void in this oversized mansion.

It's a pity that all the conjurers in Yae's family are dead now, and the emptiness that was too quiet in the past has been exposed again.Therefore, she felt that she was probably one of the holes in the Yae family's mansion.

The only ones who still live here are her father and uncles who can't spell.

The mansion, which had lost its noisy atmosphere, seemed to be much older than it seemed, and the paint on the gate was dry and peeling off.When his father closed the door, he heard a very sharp rubbing sound.

He walked in front of Shizhi, his gait was almost unnatural, he always stopped after a few steps, and looked back at her, as if he was worried that his speed was too fast.Along the way, he was silent, and wanted to say something a few times, but the words were always blown away by the sea breeze before he could speak, only the sound of staggering footsteps and hard objects hitting the ground The sound of nature echoed between them.

Ye Zhi recalled when was the last time he saw his father, and after recalling for a long time, he only felt that his mind was in chaos.

Had her father come while she was lying in the hospital bed after the accident?Can't remember.

However, shortly after Gojo Satoru proposed, Yezhi took him home once.That might be the last time she could remember seeing her father clearly.

Hmm... the wind is really cold.

It was Zhizhi who placed the crutches next to the closet in Xuanhuan.The mud and sandy cane was too dirty, and she didn't want something so dirty to touch the wooden floor.

So this also means that for the next part of the road, she will use her "legs" to walk.

"That... the meal is probably about to be cooked." The silent father rubbed his hands uncomfortably, his lowered eyes were looking at nowhere, but he was not looking at her anyway, "Before eating, should I go and see you first?" Grandpa? He'll be happy to know you're back."

"Happy"?I don't think so.

She didn't think that the old man, who had only one breath left, had emotions or intuition.In fact, before she came back here, she didn't even know that the old man was still alive.

But she still said hello.

Follow behind his father through the dark corridor.On a short journey, she met her father's youngest brother--the father of each other and Xunya who gave birth to two sets of twins.

The moment he saw Yeshi, he immediately turned around and left, obviously he was about to go out.

normal response.she thinks.

After the accident, she was also scolded by her uncles on the phone.The scolding, of course, was that as the eldest sister, she failed to protect their children.

Even with this attitude, she is used to it.So it doesn't matter.

Just keep going.

The shoji leading to the courtyard is closed, preventing light from coming in.The room the old man was in was even darker, only a small desk lamp was lit, and the light emitted could only illuminate his old face.

He opened his mouth unnaturally, and the puckered lips were deeply sunken in the toothless mouth, like a small chasm.His eyes were squinted, he couldn't see anything, and the gully on his face seemed to be a little deeper than the last time he saw him.

His father kept saying in his ear that he was back, but he didn't give any response, only a weak voice of "ahhh".

In high school, he already had this dying look.Yezhi never thought that he could live in such a state for so long.

This might be called a miracle.Looking at him is like looking at yourself.

Because she and grandpa are both a mass of lingering flesh.

On the old man's bed, hung a red sword.It was probably the one he used the most, so it was placed in such an eye-catching place.

Xu Shi noticed her gaze, and his father suddenly said: "This knife, if you need it, take it home. Otherwise, it can only be used as a display."

Yezhi didn't expect her father to say that, but she really needed a knife.

Her knife was completely shattered in that accident.If you still want to get back the lost left hand, right leg and ring from the "Curse Spirit of the Yae family", weapons are very necessary.

She withdrew the rejection she wanted to say, and nodded slightly.

"Thank you."

The thanks made her father look even more overwhelmed, stiff as if stiff.

Then, naturally, there was only silence echoing between them.After a long time, I heard him say: "Let's go eat."

They got up from the bed to make room for the nurse who usually took care of the old man to carry the heavy mass of almost dead flesh to the wheelchair.This way, the whole family can eat together.

This is the habit that the Yae family has consistently adhered to for several years.

Following behind the wheelchair, when she walked slowly to the restaurant, everyone was already seated—they were her uncles and aunts, the biological parents of her dead siblings.

Xu Shi already knew that he was back, and they didn't show any surprise, but their expressions were extremely interesting.

There were angry frowns, sad tears, and painful pursed lips, but there was no smile or any understanding.

This is also normal.From their point of view, Yezhi was the murderer of their children, and for a while, Yezhi himself thought so.

But in fact, it didn't "kill" them.She just couldn't save them.She was just, very lucky to survive.

That's it.

However, such a crime, in their view, can barely be equated with "murder".It's just that they didn't say anything, and hid their complex emotions in their eyes and hearts, only revealing the slightest when they looked at Ye Zhi's ugly left hand.

They talked casually about commonplace topics.Talking and talking, it became a question about yes.

"Have you decided to stay here?"

"Since you're back, it means that the genius of the Wutiao family has nothing to do with you, right?"

"I thought the Yae family could finally return to the master's house, but I didn't expect it to come to nothing."

"Can you still use the spell power? If not, hurry up and have a few children. The Yae family's spell engraved in the blood must be passed down no matter what."

"You are the only one left in this generation. You promised to protect your younger brothers and sisters, but you failed to do so. In this case, it is your responsibility to continue the spell of the Yae family."

"We will train new conjurers."

Complicated words.Ordinary people who can't see the curse at all, her relatives, like elementary school students who don't understand anything but pretend to be mature, pretend to say things they can't understand at all.And the father sat aside, lowered his head, fighting with chopsticks in his hands, but said nothing, looking humble.

"what……"

Yeszhi covered his mouth, but laughter still came out from between his fingers.

A chuckle turned into a laugh.She supported the table and laughed until the whole table was shaking.The bowl of miso soup was knocked over, and the tofu and kombu spilled on the skirt, but she didn't even notice.

He just couldn't stop laughing, covering his face with cold hands.

"Funny... so funny, I haven't laughed in three years, but these words are really funny. You can say it so clearly, have you all forgotten?"

The corners of her mouth were grinning, her face was sore with a stiff and fake smile, but she was still smiling.She just wanted to laugh, laugh wantonly.

"All of you here are all stupid pigs who can't see the curse, and don't have any curse power at all!"

30.

—December 2011, Tokyo, Yes House—

"Wu, do you think curry tastes better with beef or pork?"

"Didn't you put the pork in it already. Isn't it too late to ask if I want beef curry or pork curry?"

Gojo Satoru, who stood by the kitchen door and watched Yuzu cook, said so while stroking Cheetos big fluffy tail.

Ye Zhi, who was cutting potatoes, glanced back at him, and said reproachfully, "I'm not asking for your opinion. I just want to know whether you prefer pork or beef."

"Really? Actually, I don't care." Gojo Satoru gently placed the hollow rubber ball on Cheetos head, "As long as there are apples in the curry."

Slap—the ball fell down before it was settled for a second.

Immediately afterwards, she pretended to be contemptuous and long, "Huh——".

"You sugar monster! Five monsters!"

Although he said so angrily, he still threw the sliced ​​apple into the pot.

Admittedly, apples were born to be an ingredient in pork curry.

"Compared to beef, I actually like pork better." She said, putting the potato skins into the garbage bag, "Beef is a bit tough...and beef is more expensive!"

It seems that the latter is the more important reason.

"However, fried minced beef is really delicious in a sandwich... Speaking of sandwiches, I suddenly remembered. A few days ago, Bifang and Xun said that I am like a mother."

"Like mother?" Gojo Satoru snickered, "Why did you suddenly make such an evaluation? Do you think you are long-winded?"

Yezhi curled his lips: "But I don't think I'm long-winded. I really just said a few more words that day because they came to help me get rid of the curse without breakfast. Eating breakfast on time is very important, Isn't it?"

"Yes, yes. But it is indeed a bit like a mother."

Only someone like my mother would care so much about breakfast.

But this feeling cannot be well understood.

"Do you even think so? Am I really talkative like my mother?" She blinked, her expression a bit dazed, "Speaking of...'like mother', is this a derogatory term or a compliment? What? I don't have a mother, so I don't know much about this kind of thing."

The teasing Cheetos stopped.Gojo Satoru stood up straight, looking up at Yasuyuki's confused and troubled expression.

After being dull for two seconds, he whispered, "It's the first time you mentioned this to me."

"This kind of thing can't be mentioned suddenly." Shizhi waved his hand, "If you want to know, I can tell you."

"Don't force yourself."

"It's nothing forced, and it's not a particularly sad story." She also threw the potatoes into the pot, and said lightly, "My mother died of illness shortly after my brother was born. How good. I was only two years old when she left, so I didn't have much impression of her. "

She is a woman living in the photos, a shadow left in the words of her parents, and a trace of blood imprinted in her bones.She didn't leave much to Yeshi, and the somewhat strange name "Yezhi" was her gift.

The absence of a mother means that he was raised by his father since he was a child, and his younger brother was raised by his father and himself.But in Shizhi's growth trajectory, it is not that there are no women at all.The aunts who live together under the same roof occasionally share with her the extra maternal glory.

But the extra brilliance of motherhood can't make up a complete mother, and she still can't know what kind of role a mother should be.

"Like mom, that's definitely a compliment."

Gojo Satoru repeated firmly.

"That's a compliment!"