Cupid

The hallucinations of agony at the time of your tragic death are still with you.You clutched your holed belly in horror, panting like a fish landing on the shore, and it took a long time before you resumed your breathing rhythm.

"I'm alive……"

"But what is 'me' now?"

You start examining your present body.

Since you woke up, you are surrounded by dense trees, there is no stream as a mirror to show you, you can only feel the general situation with your hands——

The limbs are complete, the face has a nose and eyes to the touch, and it feels like a human being.It’s just that the clothes you wore while you were running away somehow turned into a clean and tidy priestess outfit, which is the same outfit you wear to perform dances and brew wine for the gods at the sacrifice.

After obviously running away, I never wore this one again...

Familiar clothes bring back bad memories, which makes your mood very complicated.You shook your head to shake the chaotic thoughts out of your mind, manipulated your stiff hands, and clumsily unbuttoned your clothes, so as to confirm the place you care about the most after waking up——

The pierced hole in the lower abdomen has grown, and not only that, but you also have a red flower.The bright red scars radiate outward from the former incision, as if a skilled painter has meticulously painted on your body, and the pattern presented is exactly your favorite camellia in the past.

It's Red Toon...

The bright red is really beautiful.

At the same time as you opened your clothes, an inconspicuous little thing rolled off your body, and now Gululu fell to the ground, making a soft "boom", interrupting your appreciation of the spell pattern.

It is the most precious thing in your lifetime——

A wooden box for chewing wine.

Apparently it's a symbol of your miko status, and it also changed its stance because of your rebirth.

It looks like a weathered ancient object, the bright yellow of the log all over the body has become pale under the erosion of the years, and there is a slight cool air on the smooth outer wall, which reminds you of the skeleton of some kind of creature.

You rubbed the wooden box with your fingers, and before you explored its changes further, the tranquility of the night was broken by a sharp hissing.

Although the body and the wooden box have changed, you are still the sweet pastry that exudes spiritual power.

Monsters, your constant companions in your life, emerge from the shadows of the forest and rush forward.They are grotesque and hideous.Before you can identify their species first, those big mouths spraying out the smell will bite your body first.

Facing the imminent death in a daze, you raised the wine box in your hand without a teacher.

【I don't want to die】

Be overflowing.

Time suddenly slowed down.

"Ding-dong-"

The bottom of the pale wooden box made a soft sound of the spring opening.

The bright red wine swirled up from the wooden box and gushed out continuously.These fishy-sweet liquids are continuously compressed in the air, turning into red blades, and then scattered away in a breath, making the most familiar sound of real people scraping monster limbs with daggers.

The beautiful and delicate red toon are competing to bloom in the boundless night, in full swing.

The beauty of life blooming to the extreme is imprinted in your eyes.

……

You caressed your face wetted by the warm liquid obsessively, showing an expression of disbelief.Your eyes wander back and forth between the beautiful red color of the palm and the scattered corpses.

Eh?Eh? ?Did you kill it?

so easy?

Then don't you have the same power to kill demons as that "Tsubaki" witch?Kill it, you can kill it all...

When you realize what you are doing, the joy in your heart is even stronger than the first time you learned Kagura Dance.

You covered your cheeks with your blood-stained fingers, habitually trying to hold down the twitching corner of your mouth to prevent yourself from showing a gaffe, but the laughter still slipped out of your fingers uncontrollably.

No, I'm so happy, so happy...

……

The blade turned into wine dissipated by itself the moment it cut the monster's throat, and as compensation, most of the monsters melted into a pool of sticky blood after death, which flowed into the small wine box by itself.

However, even though the wooden box had absorbed several times the gushing blood, these tributes disappeared without a trace as soon as they entered the wooden box.No matter how much you lift the wooden box like before, it has no sign of red wine again.

However, after the wooden box absorbed the blood, your body felt a strange sense of satisfaction, and your limbs were not as hard as before.

While the feeling of satiety relieves your fatigue, it also makes your mind sober.

You feel that you have become smarter all of a sudden, and you even start to shake the box in your hand, guessing from the perspective of a winemaking expert whether this red wine is still in the process of decomposing raw grains and rebrewing.

Ok……

Can't figure it out.You have never made red wine before.

Only chewing wine is your old line, maybe you can try some more?

After all, you have to make good use of these leftover materials, right?

The number of blood blades released from the wooden box is limited, and there is still insufficient stamina when cutting.So except for those monsters who were sucked into the wooden box and were killed by one blow, there are still many monsters around you with their throats cut in half and only breathing.

The hunger you suffered in the past made you deeply engrave the quality of "saving" into your bones and blood, and you look at those "materials" that cannot be "eaten" by the wooden box with regret.

After thinking for a moment, you raised your hands reverently to the moon hanging in the night sky.

One grain or two, crystal clear and round rice grains appear out of thin air, as if a summer shower falls on your palm, and they collide with each other to make a crisp sound.

You chewed these Lingmi carefully, and spit them out into the empty wooden box.The viscous rice milk changed silently, completed the brewing that should have lasted for several days in a few seconds, and finally turned into a pool of clear wine,

Although not very sufficient, but enough to cope with the current situation.

You chose a red giant bird as a candidate in one place.Because it looks furry and warm, and the color is nice.

Kneeling beside the strange bird, you held the wooden box and looked around for a while, and finally chose to pour the "chewing wine" directly into its separated throat.

Shouldn't it spill out?

【Stay by my side, protect me】

The second curse came into effect.

The incomprehensible picture came to this dark forest again.A pair of invisible palms stretched out, it collected scattered fragments everywhere, and kneaded them back into the "corpse".The monster that was going to dissipate because its soul was broken by you has turned into a piece of soft clay in its hands.

After a while of rough tinkering, the monster hovering on the edge of life and death struggled to raise its head, and gently rubbed its head against your palm.

……

You are very afraid of the kind of "cute little animals" who can't see their minds and may attack you, but this kind of "shikigami" controlled by spells makes you feel at ease inexplicably.

it's OK……

Maybe this feeling is what the real person once said, you should think it is cute, right?

You nestled against the feathery chest of the red monstrous bird.The crisis is temporarily resolved, and you feel a little bit confused about your future with an empty head.

The cold wind howling in the middle of the night blows your stiff body, making you embrace your body reflexively.After death your body has become cold and lifeless, but the habit of memory carrying is still well preserved.

After all, you have never had the experience of being alone in the past, so you don't want to and are not used to facing all kinds of things that may happen next.You feel cold and helpless in the bottom of your heart, and you usually sleep in the arms of a real person at night like this.

You want to be real...

But if we meet again, will the real person still kiss you, hug you and talk to you in a gentle tone like in the past?

He wanted to die with you, but you left him to "survive" alone.

Will the real person be angry?

I don't know, you have never seen a real person angry, he is always smiling and has a good temper.You've only seen him snap necks, or cut people to pieces.

...Ugh, it's better not to think about this problem yet.

But do you remember that Zhenren seemed to have said something before, "I will use cute animals to accompany you when he is not around".You have raised one now, if you are still not satisfied, you will feel more at ease if you raise a few more, right?

After all, Master "Tsubaki" also has many Shikigami as companions.

……

After eating, you feel that in addition to the monsters that are very confident in your own strength, there are other "little animals" that choose to tremble after witnessing the tragedy.

You stare at the boundless darkness, and with the company of "Shikigami", you slowly walk deep into the forest.