A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

Mr. Akutabe parked the car steadily on the road next to Kenmei Isayama's house and pulled the handbrake.

"Thank you for your hard work today."

Mr. Akutabe handed over a generous envelope containing the payment for Kenmei Isayama's work that evening. Isayama was not a formal member of the Spellcaster Association, but rather an unofficial employee.

All payments are settled in cash.

“Mr. Akutabe, this…”

When Kenmei Isayama first picked it up, he felt that the weight was wrong; it wasn't too little, but rather too much.

There was at least a thick stack of them, all of them Fukuzawa Yukichi.

“There’s nothing wrong with it. This incident is a level one curse spirit. The higher-ups have given us a two-month leave, which means you won’t be working for two months, so this amount of money is just right.”

After saying that, Mr. Akutabe rolled up the car window and drove away.

"If it's not enough, remember to ask me for more."

"Mr. Akutabe..."

Having worked in this industry for so long, Kenmei Isayama knows the unwritten rules: while regular employees do earn a lot of money, those on the sidelines don't.

Therefore, Kenmei Isayama knew that his compensation should include a portion subsidized by Mr. Akutabe.

"Spending 150 million yen in two months? Am I some kind of spendthrift?"

Okay, deposit +150 million yen

This job trip was the most rewarding one Isayama Kenmei had ever done, both in terms of money and points.

When Kenmei Isayama went to treat the wounded, he casually collected the 150 level-three cursed spirits that the previous special operations team had killed.

150X80=12000 points

Furthermore, the real culprit was the Level 1 Cursed Spirit who was killed by Kenmei Isayama's explosion.

20000 points (10000 points x 2 for the first kill of a level 1 cursed spirit)

He earned 32000 points in one night. At this rate, Kenmei Isayama will soon have enough points for the second D-level simulation.

As expected, following the strong and reaping the rewards from behind is the fastest way to obtain points.

"Ok?"

Kenmei Isayama suddenly noticed that the streetlights seemed to have dimmed a bit, but he assumed it was due to aging circuitry and didn't pay much attention.

And not far away, under the streetlights flickering between light and shadow,

A gigantic lion-shaped cursed spirit disappeared into the darkness. Its ape-like, ferocious head had twelve green eyes, and even its tail consisted of three strong, serpentine snakes. It opened its mouth and roared.

It disappears when the streetlights are on, and its terrifying cursed spirit can only be seen when the streetlights are shrouded in darkness.

But it simply watched quietly as Kenmei Isayama walked into his house.

Chapter 22 Isayama Huangquan

"I am back."

When he got home, Kenmei Isayama habitually said something to his room. Habits formed over a decade cannot be changed overnight, but the person who would gently say "Welcome back" to him when he returned from working was no longer there.

Looking at the dark entryway, Isayama Kenmei, feeling utterly exhausted, couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"I haven't even decided on dinner yet. Oh well, I'll just grab something to eat."

Kenmei Isayama, who has been busy since school, drank his first sip of water inside the medical tent.

Even if Kenmei Isayama had nearly five million yen in savings, he couldn't conjure up a sumptuous feast immediately.

As if hearing Kenmei Isayama's thoughts, a gentle female voice came from the kitchen.

"You're back, Xiao Ming."

"Dinner will be ready soon, just wait a moment."

"???"

So gentle was Kenmei Isayama that he almost thought the seal in the basement had been broken and "Sakura Isayama" had come out to devour him again, but he realized that his psychic energy seal had not changed at all.

I suddenly felt like I was a fool.

Do you have neurasthenia?

Since Isayama Sakura had already threatened Isayama Kenmei twice by suddenly appearing in his face, he subconsciously connected it to his sister.

Without a doubt, the person who invited Kenmei Isayama to dinner this time was a human, not some terrifying cursed spirit, and in his memory, she was a rather beautiful woman.

"Why aren't the lights on, Sister Huangquan?"

After changing his shoes, Kenmei Isayama pressed the switch and turned on all the lights in the room. The warm light dispelled the chill and added a touch of human warmth to the empty room.

Because the kitchen in Kenmei Isayama's house is located near the back door, he cannot see it from the front door if the kitchen light is on.

Although Kenmei Isayama's tone carried a hint of resentment, it was still clear that he was quite affectionate towards the Yomi-nee he mentioned.

"And you startled me."

He went into the kitchen and said irritably to the busy figures inside.

"Hehehe, I just wanted to do a surprise check to see if Xiao Ming has been eating properly."

Holding a tasting dish, the girl, who had tied her long, smooth black hair into a ponytail for convenience, wore a black JK uniform with a white kitchen skirt over it to prevent it from getting dirty. Her legs, visible beneath the short skirt, showed signs of exercise; they were fair and strong.

At first glance, she seems like a girl with great feminine strength, but at the same time, her eyes and brows also exude a heroic air.

Her name is Isayama Yomi, and she is Isayama Naraku, the older brother of Isayama Kenmei's mother, who was adopted by her uncle in her early years.

In fact, Kenmei Isayama and Sakura Isayama could have been adopted by their uncle back then, but the siblings knew that the Isayama family had been struggling all these years, so they were very sensible.

"Since you weren't home, I had no choice but to come in."

Isayama Yomi angrily slammed the pot lid shut and turned to Isayama Kenmei, saying...

"Okay, Xiao Ming."

"I agreed to let you live alone, but we promised each other that you would take good care of yourself!"

"It turns out your refrigerator is so empty that all that's left is the milk I bought for you last time."

"I can't believe it!"

"Sorry, I've been busy lately."

At that time, in order to quickly accumulate the initial 100,000 points for the D-level simulation, Kenmei Isayama really started working desperately, as evidenced by his pitifully low attendance rate at school.

When her older sister was alive, it was fine because she cooked all the meals. But since her sister passed away, Kenmei Isayama has never gone to the supermarket to buy groceries. He just buys something from a convenience store when he passes by and eats something simple.

So much so that even a mouse would weep at the sight of his empty refrigerator.

Kenmei Isayama gave an awkward laugh and quickly changed the subject.

"Sister Huangquan, are all these dishes ready? Let me take them out for you."

"Wait, Xiao Ming."

It was only then that Isayama Yomi noticed that Isayama Kenmei's clothes had many shocking reddish-brown spots, which Isayama Yomi, who was used to seeing them, recognized immediately.

Isn't this just dried blood? This is what happens when blood drips onto clothes.

What's on your clothes?

Oh no, Kenmei Isayama's heart sank.

He forgot about that.

However, Kenmei Isayama showed no sign of surprise. When asked, he said that even when he was badly injured from fighting with the cursed spirit, he could calmly say that he had practiced when his sister questioned him that he was fine.

"Ah, Sister Huangquan, you mean the bloodstains on my clothes, right?"

Kenmei Isayama pretended to pull up his sleeve, generously showing it to Yomi Isayama.

"Don't worry, I accidentally got this on myself while I was treating wounded soldiers on a mission."

"As you know, someone with my strength would run away as fast as I can at the sight of a cursed spirit. How could Mr. Akutabe possibly ask me to do something dangerous?"

The lucrative job that Kenmei Isayama had, where he could earn points by following Mr. Akutabe, was introduced to him by Yomi Isayama.

Because the safety factor was guaranteed, the "cleaners" were all first-level sorcerers who had retired from the front line. They were experienced, and the pay for each job was very high. Basically, it covered the expenses of Kenmei Isayama and Sakura Isayama at that time.

"Really? That's good."

While Isayama Yomi outwardly agreed, she took advantage of the moment when Isayama Kenmei relaxed his guard and directly ripped open his shirt.

"Hey, hey, hey, Sister Huang Quan, what are you doing!"

Isayama Kenmei suddenly felt a chill in her abdomen. It turned out to be the restless Huangquan sister in front of her. She didn't believe the little rascal's words at all, and trusted her own eyes even more.

"You've passed this time."

Isayama Yomi breathed a sigh of relief. There were no obvious external injuries on his body, so the blood must really be someone else's.

After the inspection was completed, Isayama Yomi used her elder sister's authority, leaving Isayama Kenmei, who knew she had been "wrongfully accused," with no room to resist and only able to accept the fact that she had just been touched haphazardly by her.

"It's filthy, and don't stand here, what help are you?"

Isayama Yomi snorted and gave Isayama Kenmei a light but firm push on the back.

"Go take a bath right now."

"I understand, I'll go right away."

Kenmei Isayama sighed and slunk away to the bathroom.

Why are all these older women so domineering towards him?

As soon as her little brother disappeared from her sight, the previously domineering Isayama Yomi immediately squatted down like a little girl, her ears and face flushed with an alluring blush, and she let out a cute, pitiful cry.

"Calm down, Huang Quan."

Under the streetlights outside the Isayama family's house, the terrifying cursed spirit seemed to sense Isayama Yomi's distress, and merely snorted dismissively.

It seems to be saying

"Oh, woman."