Ordinary office workers who fight back with spells

When Kira Nanami met Hoshino Hide in an alley again, he established a 'bind' with her through words.

At the price of Kira Nanami telling Hoshino Hideo's memory four days later, in exchange for Hoshino Hideo Hoshino never revealing, using Kira Nanami's secrets, and not being able to make any betrayal of Kira Nanami.

He actually wanted to take a step closer and set more excessive demands, but the bondage emphasized equal exchange.

This is already the limit of what can be done.

"Kirara, the commendation for you getting rid of that special curse spirit has already come down from above."

Noctua Zhengdao coughed, breaking the peace in the living room.

"You rejected the examination and promotion of a special-level conjurer, then according to the principle of equivalent exchange, you can make a request to the college, or ask for a magic tool in the Buddha Pavilion, below the special level."

Kira Nanami narrowed her eyes slightly and tapped the rim of the tea bowl with her fingers again and again. After a moment of silence, she said:

"In your academy, do you have any travel notes written by a monk named Manyo?"

"It should be a fragment, around the Nara period."

"Wan Ye?"

Night Moth Zhengdao raised his eyebrows, apparently hearing this name for the first time.

He whispered a few words to the attendant next to him, the latter nodded, bowed slightly, turned and left the room, obviously to check the information.

The days are so long, and the exchange meeting has reached its climax. The students' mantras are surging, exploding, and wantonly swaying their power.

He waited until the shadow of the flowers behind his knees disappeared completely and the sun turned to the back of the house before he came back.

"Kira-kun, unfortunately, there is no travel journal of Monk Manyo."

Night Moth shook his head righteously, sipping his tea:

"But we did find out that Man Ye was indeed in the Nara period, and it was still the heyday of magic spells - he was a first-level magician. He traveled eastward with Jianzhen, and after arriving in the Tang Dynasty, he began to travel around the four countries. As far away as ancient Rome...and, uh, very suave."

Sure enough, Monk Zhenrun was a conjurer.

Kira Nanami's brows eased a little, and she continued to ask:

"Is there no travel journal of him in the academy?"

"...There really isn't."

Noctua Masamichi looked at Kira Nanami's serious eyes, shook his head, as if remembering something:

"I can ask for you... By the way, there is a grand auction held in the magic circle recently, most of which are relics of magicians from the Nara era. There may be something you want there."

"If it really does exist, just buy it and the college will reimburse you."

"Auction..."

Kira Nanami looked at the sunlight outside the window, and the layers of green shade, cicadas were making noise.

Now it is the end of summer, Kira Nanami heard the footsteps of fate again.

It's exactly the same as what I heard when I was a teenager, getting closer, getting closer...

Something was calling to him.

-

What he didn't know, and what everyone didn't know, was that it was in a dark corner.

One eye opened.

With malice and jest, it seems to be evil itself.

It is surrounded by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, bones and wilderness.

【Arrow】What...

It murmured, the corners of its eyes raised.

"[Arrow], [Arrow]."

A new world has come, and all the fallen will be reborn.

No matter good or bad.

Chapter 5 Autumn Mansion

September 21, overcast.

Nail length; 2cm

Summer is completely over, and the weather has turned cooler. Today's sky is a bit gloomy, but my fingernails haven't grown much, which means I've been in a calm mood recently.

Nearly a month has passed since the last exchange meeting ended, and the auction has finally begun.

Rather than saying that this is an auction, it is better to say that it is a private collection meeting. The popularity is quite low. Perhaps only top collectors from all over the world are eligible to be invited.

Taking the invitation card that Noctua Moth gave me, I set off tonight.

The venue for the auction was in a foreign-style mansion in the suburbs, about three days' drive from Tokyo.

Before setting off, I felt vaguely uneasy. I always trust my intuition.

I always hate business trips, but I can’t miss it this time.

Luckily, the cooldown for respawn has passed, just in case, I set a timer of ten days, ten days should be enough.

On September 22, the weather became a little clearer, but the dark clouds still did not dissipate.

Nail length: 2.1cm

I have been driving the car all day today, it is the special car of the college.

It is now past the beginning of autumn, and the scenery outside the window is also dyed yellow. The wheat fields along the road are swaying in the wind, and most of them are dead branches and fallen leaves.

September 23, overcast.

Nail length: 2.3cm

The air is quite stuffy, and it looks like it will rain soon, and autumn rain is always annoying.

The wheat field outside the window has disappeared, replaced by an empty wasteland with little greenery, and occasionally a few shrubs can be seen, which are also yellowed, shyly photographed in the autumn wind, like a malnourished old man.

It will probably be there tomorrow.

September 24th, rainy.

Nail length: 1.5cm.

I trimmed my nails yesterday, it was already raining, and it was pouring.

It rained until dusk, and the rain in dusk is always different from other times; little by little, weaving obliquely in the dark sky, you can still see a few raindrops at a close point, and only a few raindrops are left in the distance. It's dark night—it's as if it hasn't rained.

When we arrived at the mansion, it was near evening. The rain had just stopped, but the dark clouds had not dispersed yet.

The mansion is not big, it has about three floors, it looks a bit dilapidated, and it seems to be a bit old.The tower next to it also looks very small, slanting and pointed, like a slender figure.

A black-haired maid came out to meet me. Her name was Jasmine, a strange name.

Wearing a gothic-style maid skirt with lace on the skirt, I can't remember her appearance, but according to human aesthetics, she should be very beautiful, right?

I don't care about this. What's worth mentioning is that my hands are beautiful.

I turned the doorknob into a bomb and followed her into the mansion.

Listening to her explanation, I was the first guest to arrive, and the owner is not at home now.

'The reception is not good, please forgive me. ' These are her exact words.

Annoyed, things that went beyond my plan made me feel irritable,

It started to rain again in the middle of the night, and I fell asleep to the sound of the rain.

There is always a sense of incongruity in my heart.

September 24, overcast.

The guests arrived one after another. They were all strangers. There were men and women. There were not many people. Including myself, there were 7 people in total.

After visiting some of the collections in the mansion, I have to sigh that they are indeed priceless, and there are even special magic tools in them.

According to the maid, the master will come back in the afternoon.

I hate being late.

September 25, light rain.

Nail length: 3cm.

I forgot to measure my nail length yesterday.This is a very bad thing.

Besides, the owner of the mansion did not come back yesterday.

The maid apologized to us again and again, but the look in her pupils was very light, as if she didn't apologize at all.

Already a customer couldn't help losing his temper. It was a lady in a lady's dress with beautiful hands.

'Sorry, sorry. '

This is what Miss Maid says all day long.

September 26, light rain.

Nail length: 1.5cm

Jasmine died in her room.

The death was miserable, her chest was pierced, and she fell into a pool of blood. The blood-stained white maid uniform was scattered on the scarlet blanket like swan feathers.

Next to it is a warm fireplace, which is warm.

The master still hasn't come back.

It was raining outside the window, and the tower outside the window was swaying in the wind and rain, and the warm lights were dimming it.

It is already impossible to go out, and a 'tent' has been set up outside the mansion. The tent that restricts people's entry and exit cannot be broken by relying on my spell power.

Account node has not been found.

According to the principle of equivalent exchange, the "sacrifice" corresponding to such a powerful account is greater, and according to its rules of restricting the people inside to go out, as an exchange, the node of the account is likely to be in the mansion.

September 27, rain.