My Bungo system is a little different

The air is cold and clean, and the silent street looks white and lovely under the moonlight, and the street lamps on both sides of the road emit soft and steady white light.

lovely night.

However, on the other side of the door—

Blood dripped like burning red wax.

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"The traces of the magic spirit found in the old buildings in the residential area are presumed to be second-level magic spirits. It seems that no one has died so far. Please deal with it as soon as possible, Mr. Goujuan."

The assistant superintendent said so.

The reason for coming to exorcism late at night is the strange story written in the report of the 'non-existent 11th floor' that only appears on the night of the full moon.

Judging from the power of the spell and the absence of dead people, is it second level?

This is so wrong.

Looking at the pile of bones glowing red beside him, the dog curled up thinking.

As the only second-level sorcerer in the first grade of the Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College, he sometimes undertakes exorcism missions alone, and he can be said to be well aware of the possible harm that may be caused by incorrectly predicting the level of a spell.

Outside the building where the target is located, there is no trace of magic power and it is very clean. Now that I think about it, it is probably due to the control power possessed by a stronger magic spirit.

After pushing open the rusty iron door under the corridor, it instantly became another world.

Colors get weird.

The moon seen from the window at the landing turned alternate gold and black, as if it were a circular lamp that had been cut off from time to time hanging from a black cloth.

The more you go up, the more the scene you can see is like an oil painting.

After the 7th floor, as far as the eye can see, it is composed of dotted brushes and not very straight lines.

However, the tactile sensation of touching something with his hand proves that the surrounding things have not actually changed, which means that he is not actually in the realm of the magic spirit, but the effect of the opponent's spell is quite special.

Then there is still a possibility of success.

Judging from the changing direction, the main body of the curse spirit is probably on the so-called '11th floor', and the dog curly spine kept counting and walked to the 10th floor while being vigilant.

One level up—

At that moment, two superimposed pictures appeared in front of the dog's eyes.

The [-]th floor, which was completely transformed into a pointillist oil painting, and the normal roof door, which flashed in front of my eyes like a bad connection.

What is going on?Do you want to try to defeat it directly here?

While opening his mouth to use the spell, Goumaki stretched out his right hand for some reason and grabbed the handle of the door leading to the rooftop.

the next moment.

Feeling that there is no sense of pressure under his hands——too bad it’s a trap——

As a result, he pushed the door and fell into the rooftop that was not reported in the data.

The scene in front of him switched again.

The color of the oil painting has faded, and the shocking picture is presented by completely real brushstrokes.

There were corpses scattered around him.

Part of it seemed to be corroded by some acid, and the human figure could no longer be discerned.

Part of it looks like it was eaten by wild animals, leaving broken bones and sticky pieces of meat.

Some of them were skinny and mummified corpses, with a vaguely terrified expression on their faces, which may have died of thirst and hunger.

This time, it seemed that he had truly entered a different space, the door that came in disappeared, and the area of ​​the roof that could be seen had far exceeded the bottom area of ​​this dilapidated building.

In other words, it was a large number of corpses.

——Is it because no dead people were found because they all entered the rooftop and never left?

No wonder there is no information from Tiantai.

The spellcaster was still thinking calmly.

Even though he has fallen into an inescapable trap by now, the real body of the target curse spirit still hasn't appeared.

Gou Juan carefully looked around the entire rooftop again.

This time he found what he missed the first time.

Falling closer to the edge of the roof than the dead human corpses of hunger and thirst, which he ignored because of the proximity of the hue and the moonlight that had regained its pearly color—

Is a woman who is still alive.

The long dark red hair is unobtrusive on the gray concrete floor of the roof, and looks closer to black.

Her skin was a leaden gray that was almost deathly pale. Compared with the milky white silk dress she was wearing, it seemed that the color of the dress was more vibrant.

If it weren't for the faint rise and fall of her chest, she would have looked like a corpse.

A beautiful corpse.

That's right, even if the complexion is extremely bad, the woman's face still has a level of beauty that can make the viewer stop thinking for a moment.

It is a beauty that makes the surrounding silence less terrifying.

"wake up--"

Subconsciously, Goujuan used the spell.He didn't feel any backlash.

The eyelids of the woman lying on the ground trembled, and then stood still for a moment.

A pair of steel blue eyes slowly opened.

She woke up.

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"So you can't speak normally?" The woman who called herself 'Clarice' stood half a head taller than Curlythorn.

Clarice was awake like a silver flower in the moonlight.

The cold wind continued to blow on the rooftop in the middle of the night, causing a thin skirt on the woman's body to roll up and down. Her long red hair flew wildly, and one-third of the hair was almost glued to her face.

Standing barefoot on the concrete floor, she calmly stretched out her hands to straighten her hair, without any panic on her face.

"Salmon." The flaxen-haired boy replied in a rice ball language that most people could not understand.

With an ordinary person who has no resistance to the curse spirit, and in a state of unknown target information, Goujuan, who should have been nervous, was able to talk to Clarice calmly for some reason.

"It's okay to have poor communication." The red-haired woman frowned slightly, looked at the surrounding corpses, and then raised her hands to her chest.

She made a dozen different gestures in quick succession.

Pale fingers fluttered like dove wings.

"Can't understand ASL? Eh—I'm being stupid." She tapped her forehead with her right hand as if realizing something suddenly, "This is Japan."

She recalled something for a moment, then gestured with her hands again.

This time the dog volume understood.

Clarice was gesturing in Japanese Common Sign Language.

Then the two were finally able to use sign language on one and exchange information on the other in Japanese.

"So you are an expert in dealing with such supernatural events?" Clarice asked, looking at the boy's meaning seriously.

Unable to express such a complex concept as "mantra spirit" with the simple vocabulary of sign language, Gou Juan only roughly "expressed" the status quo.

'Please stay close to me, it's very dangerous here. 'he' said'.

It is impossible to accurately deduce Clarice's age from her appearance, but she is still much older than a dog roll.The older lady stared at the serious boy in front of her with strange eyes, bent slightly, and approached with a very lethal smile.

"Then I will thank you for protecting me." It was a smile that could not arouse desire but only shock.

While Goujuu was stagnant, the air on the roof suddenly became thicker.

No, it should be said that the surrounding mana began to thicken from a specific area, as if a stroke of paint was being applied.

If you describe it like this, the direction of the hand holding the paintbrush is——

"Die!" After thinking quickly, the boy pulled down his collar again at a specific angle.

There was a crackling sound of something breaking in the air.

At the same time, a splash of 'blood' splashed sideways towards the two standing.

If it wasn't for Clarice holding him and quickly moving two positions to the right, the liquid that corroded a piece of yellow-white bubbles on the ground would probably splash on his face——

Goujuan, who was temporarily immobilized due to backlash, thought with a little relief.

etc--

Can she see it?

Before he had time to think deeply, the curse spirit, who obviously didn't die from a spell attack, fought back.

The bloody mouth opened from a strange position is enough to cover the entire rooftop, even blocking the moonlight that originally created a terrifying atmosphere.

I don't want to be dripped with that disgusting saliva.

While this thought vaguely flashed in his mind, the boy consciously performed his duty.

"Break—"

This time it sounded more like a ruptured muscle and tendon.

And the weird "ga——" scream that the curse spirit made before it died.

The half-open 'mouth' seemed to be pulled backwards by something, and finally the curse spirit's head was broken in two with the splash of 'blood', and hit the ground with a 'boom'.

Sure enough, Clarice hugged him again and jumped away from the place where he might be affected.

Seeing the wreckage of the curse spirit gradually disappear, Goujuan finally relaxed.

I'm afraid it's a quasi-level one, he thought, feeling the smell of blood and the pain of tearing up from his throat.

After holding his throat and coughing twice, Goujuan turned his gaze back to Clarice, who was acting suspiciously just now.

'Can you see it all the time? ' He thought for a while, and asked tactfully.

"Are you referring to the monster just now?" Clarice made a circle gesture with her hand, "I can see it since I was a child. But it is very rare in the United States, and they are all very small. It seems that the frequency and size of seeing it after coming to Japan have greatly increased.”

There was very real confusion in the woman's steel-blue eyes.

Ah this-

Knowing to some extent that this distinction was caused by the Japanese barrier, the spell master didn't know what to say for a while.

However, most of the doubts in his heart were eliminated.Indeed, coming from overseas where the harm of the curse spirit is not very serious, there is a possibility that the curse spirit can be seen all the time but no abnormality is found.

The teenager didn't notice that the most suspicious aspect of 'Clarice' was actually the reason she never mentioned for appearing on this rooftop.

Ready to go down the stairs and let the professional aftercare assistant supervisor handle the aftermath, the dog turned around and walked towards the direction he remembered entering the door.

Before telling Clarice to 'keep up' in sign language, his body froze the next second.

The door to the roof did not appear.