Humanoid self-propelled wishing machine

Erina only appeared for a short time. After completing the game of [Forcing and Requesting] and filling up the vacant spell power satisfactorily, she retracted into the depths of her brother's soul and fell into a deep sleep.

Reo Tsushima, who opened his eyes again, still had a docile and cute smile on his face. He looked at Hiroshi Marumori, who had lost his breath, and squatted down. Come, touched his head, stretched out his hand and gently closed his half-opened and slack pupils.

There is no guilt or guilt in Reyo Tsushima's heart. After those negative and sad emotions are taken away gently by Erina, there is only a sense of emptiness and transparency like a void.

He just knelt down in front of the two people whose lives had been taken from him in the room, and after tidying up their appearance as best he could, he put his hands together, lowered his brows and eyes, and prayed for them with blessings from the bottom of his heart, "Please be sure in the next life." Be happy."

And the high-level people hidden in the erected coffin-like boxes watched the scene indifferently, waiting silently for the communication from the auxiliary supervisor who had been guarding near the super-level curse spirit [Yumudai] in Sendai City.

Didi, Didi——

The most primitive monotonous bell rang, and someone pressed the connect button.

The assistant supervisor's voice rang throughout the dark room.

"My lord, the magic spirit [Yumudai] marked as a special class has been confirmed to be eliminated, and in Japan, the number of rope people observed and reported by [window] is 42, and the number of people outside the country has not yet been determined. For the data, it is estimated that we will have to wait until tomorrow night to screen and count."

"Very good." The high-level executives of the magic world said with satisfaction, "Looking at the difficulty of the previous request, such a death toll is a good deal."

"Has the identity and past experience of the deceased rope person been investigated clearly?"

"I'm sorry, my lord, time is too tight, and I haven't had time to sort out all the information about the roped people."

"Then let's report it tomorrow night together with the data of the roped people from abroad."

"Yes, I see."

They talked wantonly, referring to the innocent victims as rope people, as if it was not a fresh life, but an item with a clearly marked price.

Correspondence with the Auxiliary Overseer ended shortly thereafter.

Annoying sounds more unbearable than fingernails scratching on the blackboard suddenly sounded loudly from all directions, and they talked a lot.

"What was the last request?"

"Get rid of all the first-level and second-level curse spirits in Chiyoda District."

"There are quite a lot of curse spirits in Chiyoda District."

"Only paying the lives of dozens of non-artists can completely clean up the entire Chiyoda area. The price demanded by Mr. Erina is already very kind."

"But the government doesn't understand us. They only care about unnatural phenomena appearing in full view, which will cause panic among the non-magicians and shake their authority."

"The Prime Minister of the Cabinet has already sent a letter this morning, warning us to immediately stop using the dangerous spell power, clean up the rope incident, and give a reasonable explanation."

"But Erina-sama's ability can greatly reduce the pressure on conjurers and reduce the death rate of conjurers. They are just mere non-magicians. How can they be compared with precious conjurers..."

"Silence!"

"Misfortune comes from the mouth, and trouble comes from the mouth. Don't say such words again."

"But there is one thing that's true—Master Erina's ability must never be given up."

"Haven't we already prepared for this kind of result?"

"How is the preparation for that?"

"almost."

Reo Tsushima felt a little numbness in his calves while kneeling, so he stood up again. In this dark room, except for the square box hall surrounding him, two corpses, and a kerosene lamp, there was nothing else. There are no more items.

"I want to go back."

He looked around and stated his request flatly.

There was a moment of silence around.

"Of course, Reo Tsushima..."

"Don't take it lightly!" Someone scolded, and then said slowly, "From now on, we must respect the Son of God."

Japan is a country with a strong Shinto religion.

In this country, all kinds of creatures in the natural world can be regarded as gods. Many gods, mainly Rizhao God, have their own shrines. There are more than [-] Shinto shrines all over the country, and the relationship between Shintoism and ordinary people The connection is particularly close. Every major festival, there is a custom of visiting the shrine. Even the Japanese emperor is considered to be a descendant of Amaterasu, who rules the country as a representative of the gods in the world.

In such a country where Shinto is almost regarded as a national belief, even important government officials dare not blaspheme the gods and disrespect the clergy.

But for the high-level people in the magic world, Shinto is just a useful fig leaf.

According to the data of official government agencies, the Higher School of Conjuration is registered as a religious school, and conjurers are registered as priests, and the high salary that conjurers get in exchange for their lives is also because of the priests. Rationalized as an identity.

I have seen countless legendary gods become imaginary curse spirits because of the curse of people's hearts. Even because of the existence of [spell power] and [spelling formula], I can do things that only gods can do in legends. Things have lost their mystery and power in the eyes of a conjurer with spell power, and have become rare and ordinary.

And after losing their awe of the gods, they became bold and reckless.

In order to be able to use Erina's ability reasonably, the high-level people in the conjuration world even prepared a perfect plan and prepared to start [creating gods].

——They want to create a god who belongs only to conjurers.

"Are you tired, Miko-sama?"

"Hmm." Reo Tsushima rubbed his eyes, after staying in such a dark environment for a long time, he did feel sleepy for a while, "Can I go back?"

His tone was still soft, with a cohesive and vague ending, which made people unable to arouse awe no matter what.

"Master Shenzi, from now on, don't speak in such a tone again."

"It's not [Can I go back yet], it's [I'm going back]."

"You are the superior, possessing absolute authority. It is your right to dominate the subordinates and order others."

Reyo Tsushima frowned slightly. He was a little confused and couldn't quite understand what these people meant, but following their words, the child who had always been submissive and obedient lowered his tone and ordered coldly, "I going back."

He didn't smile, and his cat-like face showed a sense of distant and inaccessible alienation. His jet-black hair, white face and sacred priestess costume, under that indifferent expression, , suddenly revealed a kind of Lingling divinity.

"...You did a good job, Lord Shenzi."

That old voice that came from an unknown box hall contained some trembling and sighing satisfaction.

"You can do it, you can make people believe that there really are gods in this world!"

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"...Recently, abnormal deaths with similar characteristics have occurred across the country. The corpses of the deceased are twisted like hemp ropes. They usually show symptoms such as heart palpitations and pain before death. According to experts' speculation, the cause of this The cause of the symptoms may be unknown parasites, and the police are currently actively forming a special team to investigate, please try to reduce travel plans recently and avoid getting close to the water..."

The screen on the TV squeezed from both sides to the middle, shrinking into a mechanically fluctuating, slender and bright white line. With a snap, the entire screen flickered once and then went dark.

Shuji Tsushima, who was sitting in the living room watching the news, turned off the TV with a blank expression, and turned his attention to Eiro Tsushima, who was waiting quietly with a stack of documents beside him.

"Shuji," under the icy gaze, Tsushima Youweiro asked cautiously, "This is a more important document that needs to be dealt with today..."

Every day, Tsushima Ueiro would select a more important part of the work he was assigned to show Tsushima Shuji.

This does not mean that Tsushima Shuji will help Tsushima Youweiro handle documents. After all, he is just a young child. Even though he is born with a keen ability to penetrate people's hearts, his vision is limited by his age. , His accumulation of knowledge is not enough to raise his political literacy to the point where he can handle the work of a member of parliament.

The part he is responsible for is just to observe the attitude of his superior councilors towards him from the documents Tsushima Youweiro was assigned to, and to give reasonable suggestions.

Such a job that sounds simple and useless, for Tsushima Youweiro, is an amazing talent enough to change his destiny. He is even willing to bow his head to his son and subdue him under his mind.

In just a few months, with the support of Shuji Tsushima, Tsushima Youweiro, who entered the cabinet as a downcast Xieyang family with dirty means, transformed himself into a political upstart, bringing along the entire Tsushima's status has risen accordingly.

But Shuji Tsushima was not satisfied.

"Not enough...not enough."

He muttered to himself while flipping through the documents handed over by Tsushima Ueiro, quickly scanning through what kind of matters he needed to deal with.

"What?" Tsushima Youwei Lang didn't hear clearly and asked subconsciously.

"I said," the child with iris-colored curly hair raised his face and said with a smile, "Father has done a good job."

Ueiro Tsushima, who rarely heard praise from Shuji Tsushima, had a flattered smile on his face almost in surprise.

Shuji Tsushima spoke sweet words, but his honey-colored eyes flashed with a strong burning ambition to climb upwards, his tone suddenly became cold, "However, it can be done better ? Why didn't you do it?"

The smile on Tsushima Ueiro's face froze, and the joy in his eyes faded like a tide, leaving only the fear and uneasiness like debris on the ground.

"sorry Sorry……"

Stupid people don't even know what they did wrong, they just bow and apologize, begging for forgiveness.

Shuji Tsushima took out one of those documents and threw it in front of Ueiro Tsushima.

Tsushima Ueiro looked down. It was a document requesting the approval of the budget for the Yokohama Concession’s security force. The figures were exaggerated beyond belief, but every item listed was clear and in line with the regulations.

"This kind of document will be handed over to you for approval, which means that your behavior has caused dissatisfaction."

Shuji Tsushima raised his eyelids, and said with disinterest, "Did you make an old mistake again when you attended the banquet a few days ago."

"Looking down on the new aristocrats who rely on capital and money to rise to power, and looking down on politicians from civilian backgrounds, after drinking a little bit of this kind of meaning—"

"—What a fool."

"Then, what should I do next?" Even after being scolded like this, Tsushima Ueiro's heart settled down. He asked Shuji Tsushima's opinion in a tone as low as dust, because he knew the other party's opinion. Will not ignore him.

"Don't come to apologize immediately, pay more attention to the work situation of people of this status in the next week, and then show a little change in the view of the new nobles and commoners, and admire their hard work and hard work, Finally, at the next banquet, I simply apologized for my previous behavior-get it?"

"I don't think you're stupid enough to ask me to teach you lines and expressions?"

"Yes, yes, I understand." Tsushima Ueiro replied submissively, completely unable to see the former appearance.