A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

Chapter 23 Bet

"Okay, okay, I understand."

"Thank you for your help during this time, Master. Goodbye."

Please take care of yourself.

"Sister Huangquan, are you on the phone?"

After taking a shower, Kenmei Isayama came out and heard Yomi Isayama sitting on the tatami mat, quietly making a phone call, as if she was saying something.

"It's nothing, just work-related stuff."

"Oh well."

When Isayama Kenmei heard that Isayama Yomi was talking about work, he didn't pay much attention.

Beside the Yellow Springs of Isayama, there was a long, thin object wrapped in fine red silk, which she held very carefully by her side.

After finishing the call, Izayama Yomi stared at her phone, lost in thought. Her expression became strange, as if she was processing the message she had received.

The master said her "useless" younger brother had awakened his own magic?

She even turned a lowly level-one cursed spirit into a bomb to eliminate it. No wonder Isayama Yomi suddenly sensed a chilling fluctuation of cursed power at night, and for a moment thought it was a special-grade cursed spirit, as well as that pillar of fire that could be seen all over Tokyo shooting straight into the sky.

Was this all done by her brother?

"Xiao Ming, you..."

However, when Yomi Isayama decided to ask Kenmei Isayama what exactly happened, the words she wanted to say were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't utter a single sentence.

"What's wrong, Sister Huang Quan?"

Kenmei Isayama was standing in front of a fully stocked refrigerator, happily sipping iced barley tea, taking a big gulp. Yomi-nee had a habit of filling Kenmei Isayama's refrigerator to the brim every time she visited, buying enough food to last him for many days, so Kenmei Isayama was enjoying his drink.

"Hmph, what I want to say is that Xiao Ming, you haven't eaten anything, and drinking iced beverages on an empty stomach will cause stomach pain."

Isayama Yomi, revealing her identity as the older sister, spoke sternly.

"Sister Huang Quan is really strict."

Kenmei Isayama sighed and put the iced barley tea into the refrigerator.

"Okay, let's eat quickly."

Isayama Yomi gestured for Isayama Kenmei to sit down, while she herself sat opposite her younger brother.

Isayama Yomi's meal consisted of four dishes and a soup: eggplant casserole with rice, grilled eel, braised beef with potatoes, pan-fried tofu, and a bowl of miso soup.

Both its color and aroma are top-notch. It's a simple home-style dish, but it's anything but simple, making your mouth water.

Taking the rice bowl from Isayama Yomi's hand, Isayama Kenmei already felt incredibly hungry, his stomach rumbling loudly.

"Sister Huangquan, aren't you going to eat?"

Although he was very hungry, Isayama Kenmei only saw a bowl and chopsticks in his own hand, while Isayama Yomi had none, so he didn't start eating immediately. Instead, he asked...

"I'm not hungry, I already ate."

Isayama Yomi, resting her head on her hands, smiled and explained.

"Besides, I was just passing by on a mission and wanted to see how you were doing."

"You eat quickly. After you finish, I need to clean up the dishes and continue my mission."

"Sister Huang Quan, are you still working so late?"

When Kenmei Isayama got home, it was a little after eight o'clock. After taking a shower, he sat at the dining table waiting for dinner, and it was almost nine o'clock. But Yomi Isayama said that he had to go on a mission after he finished eating.

Damn it, those old dogs from the Sorcerers' Guild are inhuman.

Kenmei Isayama clicked his tongue in displeasure. It was all about birth.

It's already rest time, yet they're still assigning tasks to a 19-year-old girl.

What about labor laws?

"Even if Sister Huang Quan is efficient in completing tasks, the association can't exploit you like this."

Isayama Yomi also has another identity: a child prodigy in the world of sorcery. At the age of 19, she already holds the title of a first-class sorcerer and has gained the recognition of the Isayama family's top-grade sorcery tool, the Nue. This essentially confirms that she will be the next head of the Isayama family. (The position of head of the family also means that Isayama Yomi cannot marry out of wedlock and can only find a husband.)

A stunningly beautiful young woman with exceptional skills and a cold personality, she's like a rose with thorns. Therefore, she's often compared to the only Special Grade Sorcerer in the current Sorcerer Association.

Compared to Yuki Tsukumo, the sorcerer is a capricious young lady who doesn't obey orders, while Yomi Isayama is a terrifying mission machine.

At the same time, it is also the responsibility and obligation of Isayama Yomi, as the next head of the family, to revitalize the declining and dwindling Isayama family.

"There's nothing we can do about it; the association already has very few members."

"There are too few people who actually do the work."

Kenmei Isayama was truly fed up with this garbage association. He wanted to kick out all the level one and level two sorcerers who spent their time reading newspapers, drinking tea, and sitting in offices. He refused to believe that the sorcerer association, which cost a quarter of the Japanese government's annual budget, would be without anyone.

Therefore, those who only know how to do the work will always be at the bottom, while those who do nothing but fawn over their superiors will rise to the top.

Mr. Akutabe and his group made so many contributions to the association, but in the end, all they got was a Level 1 Spellcaster certificate and a body covered in wounds.

“Sister Huangquan, Mr. Jiebian just gave me a two-month leave, let me help you.”

Kenmei Isayama knew that Yomi Isayama always played solo and never teamed up with others.

"Two people can look out for each other. Sister Huangquan, I forgot to tell you that I actually awakened a spell."

"I won't hold you back. We'll work together to make a name for the Isayama family!"

Kamo is utter garbage. For Kenmei, the Isayama family, who accepted him and helped him grow up safely, is his true home.

"Little Ming..."

When her younger brother said he wanted to ease her burden, Isayama Yomi was deeply moved.

Because Yomi Isayama finds it hard to trust others, even her cousin Mei Isayama, with whom she has known for almost ten years, and her uncle still look at her with the eyes of outsiders and with jealousy.

If this applies to nominal family members, then it goes without saying that it applies to outsiders as well.

Why is Isayama Yomi always so cold when she goes on missions? Because emotions are superfluous. Only with a cold heart can she make a clean cut without any hesitation, becoming nothing more than a machine to complete the mission.

"I'm sorry, Xiao Ming."

"Why, Sister Huangquan?"

"Because my job is far more dangerous than the job you, Xiaoming, do with your master and the others."

As an active-duty combatant, Yomi Isayama not only faces terrifying cursed spirits, but also hunts down those who use cursed power to commit evil deeds. They have guns, explosives, and are capable of assassination and poisoning, making them impossible to guard against.

"If something happens to me, at least we still have you in our family."

"Let's make a bet."

Kenmei Isayama did not give up; giving up would have been truly foolish. If he wanted to gain anything, he had to prove his worth.

"If I complete the task assigned to you by the association before you do, then you must accept my invitation to join my team."

"No, it's too dangerous!"

Isayama Yomi realized that her task was far beyond what a novice in the world of sorcery who had just awakened a spell could handle.

However, Isayama Kenmei's words deeply shook Isayama Yomi.

"Do you know, Huang Quan?"

"Sakura is gone, and now you're all my sisters left."

"As a younger brother, how can you just let your older sister do dangerous work late at night while you stay at home sleeping?"

Kenmei Isayama's persistence ultimately caused the girl's resolve to waver.

"Ok."

Chapter 24 The Terrifying Teru Teru Bozu (Sunny Doll)

"Sunny doll, sunny doll."

"If the rain continues to weep."

A man nearly two meters tall, wearing a black leather apron, was humming a nursery rhyme called "Sunny Doll" with a relaxed expression.

"I'll cut your head off."

But his movements were anything but gentle. He held a huge cleaver and chopped down at the bloody mess below without the slightest hesitation.

Pfft!

The sound of flesh being torn and bones being chopped rang out, and then a round object fell to the ground.

Beneath the workbench, stained with blood and grime, lay piles of what appeared to be arms, hand bones, and leg bones.

Gazing at his masterpiece—a severed limb and an empty head—the horrifying, blood-red butcher licked the dark blood from his blade, a look of disgust on his face.

"Tsk, it's still lacking something."

The blood-red butcher's eyes were bloodshot with rage as he gritted his teeth and said...

"It's all because of that damned Sorcerer's Guild that they've been hunting me down, which has made the quality of my sacrifices poor lately."

"Never mind, the conditions are simple, as long as it works."

After a surge of magical energy, a white cloth appeared in his hand.

They carefully wrapped the mutilated body in a white cloth and tied it tightly with a rope. Soon, blood seeped through the cloth.

A bizarre, blood-red teru teru bozu (a type of Japanese doll) was roughly completed, almost finished with its eyes. The Blood Butcher picked up a severed limb from the ground, casually touched it a couple of times, and surprisingly, it became the finishing touch.

This Teru Teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll) instantly seemed to have a soul. Its bright red eyes darted around wildly, and its mouth seemed to tear itself open, emitting laughter that sounded more like a painful roar. It was truly chilling.

"Good boy."

And once this started, more and more eerie laughter began to echo from above the butcher's head.

If someone looked up at this moment, they might be scared to death. There, in the center of the courtyard above, there were numerous, densely packed, blood-red "teru teru bozu" dolls, just like the one below, hanging neatly from the ceiling.

The ropes around their necks made them look like they were hanged, their eyes bulging out, and they were all letting out a chilling laugh.

"There's a curse master who turns living people into all sorts of teru teru bozu dolls and even holds a personal art exhibition?"

Kenmei Isayama raised his voice a few decibels. Putting aside the fact that such a terrifying solo exhibition could pass the venue approval and that the online pre-sale tickets were sold out in a flash, it was truly terrifying. Are all these people who are living a good life so heavy-handed?