I’m Really Unnerved In Tokyo

"Hold on and on, help the order of yin and yang, and protect the peace of the world..."

In the next second, the three ghost faces occupied the two of them's sights like ghosts: "These high-sounding reasons are nothing but the brainwashing words of the royal family in order to make you sacrifice!"

"So, who is going to save me?"

"Who is here to save you?"

While talking, the two ghost faces, one on the left and one on the right, have opened their ferocious mouths...

"Kach...Kach..."

The heads of the two who were entangled in the black vines were swallowed whole!

"Oh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh..."

With layers of triple laughter, the guard with the ghost face on his head seemed to be unable to see the "fate priest", his figure flickered and flickered, and disappeared into the surrounding black forest.

"Didn't I say it, fate has already doomed everything."

Without even looking at the two headless priests who were spurting blood from their necks, dancing wildly with black vines, and pacing in place, the "Fate Priest" stepped forward again...

The majestic black giant tree in the white mist became more and more clear in her eyes.

On the surface of the whirling thick bark, the deep holes gushed out strong resentment.

The curved wood grains faintly form weeping faces, as if countless spiritual bodies are imprisoned in them.

"Ghosts, spirits, spirit removers, ghosts...even, there are ghosts and gods..."

All the way looking at the canopy above his head that "buries" various things like a tomb, the heart of the "Fate Priest" has long since turned from surprise to numbness.

"This black tree can imprison so many extraordinary beings. It is definitely not a thing from the human world. Where did it come from?"

Below the giant tree, among the intertwined and thick roots, a "giant rock" about four meters high came into her sight.

"Finally... twenty-three years... Finally, I found you..."

Looking through the gaps between the roots, one can vaguely see a stone sculpture of a giant wolf curled up like a blade, with fluff like blades and muscles like carvings.

"No, it's not okay now."

The "Fate Priest" trembled, and his hurried footsteps suddenly swayed like a girl, and he took out a delicate foundation box from his arms.

The black hood was lifted off, and a female face with Eurasian features was reflected on the small mirror inside the foundation box.

The imperceptible fine lines at the corners of the eyes and the wings of the nose cannot conceal her delicate and elegant beauty that has gone through the years, but instead adds a bit of maturity.

If Mochizuki Ayano was here, she would definitely recognize this foreign middle-aged woman as Natasha, the special divination consultant for Lesson 9 and the proprietress of the "Witch's Love Divination Coffee Shop".

"Wait for me, honey, it'll be fine soon..."

At this moment, standing under the huge black tree covered with countless grievances and corpses, which made people shudder, Natasha was actually putting on her makeup seriously.

But no matter what skillful technique she uses to touch up the makeup, the silent tears will always wash away the white foundation in the next second, just like a beach with low tide, and it is difficult to cover up the deep buried memories.

...

Fifty-three years ago, Russia, Murmansk Oblast.

On the Kola Peninsula, which borders Russia on the border with Finland and borders the Barents Sea and the White Sea, there is Teriberka Village, which is known as "Aurora Village" and "The End of the World".

In the first half of the seventeenth century, it was a port town in the center of European fishing. However, with the advent of super-large fishing boats, it gradually declined and became a "ship cemetery" with few people and piles of wrecked and abandoned ships.

Under the full moon and the aurora, the snow as thick as a goose feather fell without stopping, dyeing this small village in the extreme north in dead white.

"over there!"

"Don't hesitate, just shoot and kill him!"

"Bang bang bang bang!"

At this moment, the blazing torches, the clamor of the crowd and the chaotic gunfire are resounding in the small deserted village on a snowy night.

"Aww..."

Hollowing through the night sky amidst the long howling wolves, a burly figure nearly four meters high shuttled through the village like a ghost at a speed that did not match its size.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"No, Mithril bullets are ineffective against the target. Is that guy wearing armor?"

"Where's the holy water?! Where's the exorcism?!"

"The target moves too fast, it's too late... Ugh!"

"No, you evil werewolf...the devil...the Lord will definitely punish you!"

"Roar!!!"

As time went by, the gunshots and the noise of the crowd gradually turned into mournful wailing, until there was complete silence.

The blood-colored "flowers" blooming from stumps and broken bones are all over the snow-white gravel road.

At the end of a road paved with flesh and blood, a tall and tall "giant" stood quietly in front of an ancient church with a towering cross roof.

Under the blood-stained gray mane, there is a bloodshot red pupil hidden...

Inside the long, narrow and protruding mouth, you can see rows of criss-crossing sharp teeth...

At the end of the slender and strong animal limbs, the long claws reflecting the snow light are stretched out...

This is a behemoth that cannot be more appropriately described by the word "werewolf" in any sense!

"Crunch..."

Pushing open the door of the church roughly, the werewolf twitched his nose and glanced around with cold eyes.

"found it."

Stopping at the corner of the church, he stomped his feet suddenly...

"Boom!"

Under the broken floor tiles, a staircase leading to nowhere was revealed.

Below the stairs is a dark, lightless, foul-smelling basement.

"Father, is that you?"

In the darkness, childish and cowardly inquiries sounded.

"Natasha, I've been listening to you, and I'm confessing my 'original sin'..."

Appearing in the sight of the werewolf as if it were daytime, was a girl with a sallow and emaciated face who was half-clothed and sitting on a pile of straw.

"it's me."

Answering with a hoarse voice that didn't resemble a human being, the huge werewolf walked up to the girl and squatted down.

"But, Father, why are your ears so long?"

It seemed that she had lived in the dark for a long time and her eyesight had deteriorated. The girl stretched out her hand like a blind person, and stroked the huge head of the werewolf in front of her.

Her slender hands and feet, which were full of scars, were locked to the wall by thick and thick chains.

"That's for listening to your voice better."

"But, Father, why are your eyes so big?"

"That's to find you in the endless darkness."

"But, Father, why are your nails so sharp?"

"That's for ripping open the belly of these self-proclaimed 'lambs'."

"But, Father, why is your mouth so frighteningly big?"

"That's to swallow all those idiots who presumptuously judge you as a 'Witch of Destiny'."

Facing the girl's almost offensive behavior, the werewolf kept kneeling on one knee, letting the other party caress him, and answered word by word.