Chapter 129

Dekomori Sanae still doubted the truthfulness of the landlady's words, thinking that the landlady might be using underhanded tactics to make money.

"You can stay here."

"Hasegawa Izumi," she suddenly said.

"And what about you Seeker of Truth?"

Nibuya Morika sensed something was wrong and asked.

"It's okay, I can stay awake even if I don't sleep."

Hearing this, her heart warmed.

As fellow believers, why be so petty?

The distinction between men and women can be completely discarded.

So she couldn't help but try to persuade her to stay, saying, "It's okay, we're just staying together, it's not like we're sleeping in the same bed..."

"Madam, do you have any other bedding?"

She turned her head and asked.

"Well... we do have some, but only two left."

The proprietress glanced at the girls' expressions and said with a smile.

"That's enough! Little Dot, you shouldn't have any objections, right?"

She then looked at Dekumori.

No, there was no death.

Dekomori Sanae was intimidated by her gaze.

"Come with me."

The landlady wrote down everyone's names, led them into the room, and brought out two quilts.

The room has a simple Japanese style, with wood decorations as the main feature and sliding doors. In the corner of the room, there is a small tea table with an exquisite tea set on it. The glass window offers a view of the natural scenery of the courtyard.

"Then I'll take my leave. If you need to take a shower, just turn right twice after you go out; it's at the end of the corridor."

The proprietress bowed slightly, then turned and left.

Until this moment.

Only then did Dekomori Sanae realize the situation before her, pressing her hands to her already burning red cheeks.

Is it true or false?

She actually slept in the same room as the Sage...?

This kind of thing should only be done with a signed Lovers Contract!

Beside them, Natsukawa Masuzu and Nibuya Morika's awkwardness and shyness reached their peak after entering the room.

The girls fell silent for a moment.

"It's already dark, let's go out for dinner."

At times like these, it was Hasegawa Izumi who broke the silence.

"Want to eat out? Why not? Can't we enjoy the Club President's cooking today?"

Natsukawa Masuzu's expression changed in surprise, and she looked utterly disappointed.

"Dekumori can no longer eat any food made by others! Human cooking skills are still too bad!"

"Should we go out to eat? It seems like there's no other way."

Mori Natsumi and Sanae Dekomori felt the same way.

Over this period of time, the shape of their stomachs has been altered.

"Do you think I'm your chef?"

He turned around, raised an eyebrow, and said.

The girls gave awkward smiles, scratched their heads, or looked around.

This idea is indeed very appealing, but it can only remain a thought in my mind.

Afterwards, the four of them randomly found a restaurant to eat at, strolled around outside to familiarize themselves with the surroundings, and then returned to their guesthouse.

Presumably because they felt awkward staying in the bedroom for too long, they all tacitly stayed outside a little longer.

It was almost bedtime by then.

"Speaking of which, I've always been curious about what was inside those two dumplings you made when you were in junior high?"

Nibuya Morika removed her hair clip, revealing her long, flowing hair, and looked on with a curious gaze.

"Want to know about death?"

Dekomori Sanae chuckled and stopped letting her hair down.

"Indeed, judging from the amount, there's definitely more than just hair. What exactly did you put there?"

Natsukawa Masuzu, who had also been hit by a hammer, showed a very interested expression.

"You can die, as long as you kneel down and agree, I'll tell you it's death."

Dekomori Sanae said with a mocking expression.

"I'm not that curious; it's just something boring anyway."

"Are you stupid? You're going to let your hair down anyway, why should I ask you to?"

Natsukawa Masuzu and Nibuya Morika were not going to give her a friendly look.

Is it necessary to waste time on this?

The Lord Sage's voice also came from the side.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you, okay? Death! Open your eyes and see!"

As she spoke, Dekomori Sanae untied the ribbon that held the dumpling in her hair, and a pile of candies fell out.

"It's candy!?"

The two girls looked surprised.

"That's right, the dumplings from Dekumori are basically filled with candy, so they can be eaten as snacks and also increase attack power! It's truly killing two birds with one stone!"

Dekomori Sanae was quite pleased with their expressions.

"I knew it hurt so much when I got hit."

Nibuya Morika's lips twitched.

Everyone grabbed their clothes and headed towards the hot springs.

That's right, there are artificial hot springs here, which is why this guesthouse has such high ratings.

After rinsing herself off in the shower area, Hasegawa Izumi stepped into the hot spring pool.

Because it was so late, there was no one else in the men's bath.

"Looks like I'll be able to enjoy this all by myself."

He leaned against the edge of the pool, head tilted back, a look of pure enjoyment on his face amidst the rising steam.

After drying their hair and changing into their pajamas, everyone returned to their rooms one by one.

Go to bed early.

Sensing the girls' questioning gazes, Hasegawa Izumi spoke directly.

"Um."

The girls nodded.

The lights are off.

One man and three women lay in their own beds, unusually quiet, with almost no one making a sound.

And so, an ordinary evening passed.

"Ha~ Ah."

After getting up early in the morning, changing her clothes, and returning to her room, Natsukawa Masuzu quickly yawned.

"Haa."

As if to prove that yawning is contagious, Dekumori and Nibuya also yawned.

This was because they hadn't slept well the night before; they were so nervous that they were practically wide awake with their eyes closed before finally falling asleep.

"You should sleep a little longer."

Hasegawa Izumi entered through the door, noticed the girls' state, and offered advice.

"Yes."

The girls felt powerless to do anything about it, and after exchanging glances, they nodded in agreement.

After breakfast, the girls went back to their rooms for a nap.

Hasegawa Izumi, on the other hand, chose to go out for a stroll alone.

The living environment and lifestyle here are different from those in Tokyo, which gives him a sense of novelty.

Stepping out of the guesthouse, I walked down the street.

His most noticeable feeling was that there were far fewer tall buildings here, and there were no skyscrapers at all.

As he walked, he came to the vicinity of a shopping street.

As you can see, the area around here is bustling with people, with quite a few coming and going.

A large portion of these people are likely tourists who came to participate in the three-day Obon Festival.

During the day, preparations are underway, with many shops displaying lanterns or other offerings used to summon the spirits.

"Hey buddy, wanna buy an apple?"

As Hasegawa Izumi walked past a fruit shop, a middle-aged man who looked like the owner was tossing bright red apples around while enthusiastically asking her questions.

"Are these apples imported? If I remember correctly, they shouldn't be on the market around this time of year, right?"

He looked over and noticed that the apples were of surprisingly good quality, hence his question.

"These aren't imported, buddy. These are all Aomori apples, and they're not early-ripening or defective varieties. Experts have said that due to extreme climate change caused by global warming, some of this year's apples are ripening earlier than usual..."

The middle-aged man answered logically and clearly had prepared beforehand.

"Hmm, thank you for the recommendation, sir, but I don't want to eat an apple right now."

Hasegawa Izumi raised her hand and headed towards the inside of the street.

"Sigh, why can't I believe it..."

The middle-aged man sighed.

The changes in the world are having a profound impact on the world.

However, most people are unaware of this and simply believe it is a random change.

"It's not just the fruit, but also the trees and everything else; they're all showing strange 'mutations'..."

Along the way, Hasegawa Izumi chatted with some aunties and uncles, observing the subtle changes in the world through these small glimpses.

Flowers that used to smell bad now smell nice, plants that were originally harmless have become poisonous, and the appearance of various fruits has changed dramatically...

This type of news continues to gain popularity online, with various biological miracles emerging and pharmaceutical effects making significant breakthroughs.

This is the worst of times, and the best of times...!

Just as he was feeling quite pleased with himself and about to reach the other end of the shopping street, a discordant element suddenly appeared in the scene.

Not far away at the end, a monstrous spirit with thick limbs, a large belly, and a terrifying black aura turned into the street. Its eyes were reduced to whites, its mouth looked like a sewn-up rag, and there was a huge gash on its belly. It held something that looked like a kitchen knife in its hand, like a butcher descending into its slaughterhouse, and humans were the lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

In terms of appearance, it is a behemoth, and in terms of intimidation, it is enough to scare a little girl into wetting her pants. However, in reality, the appearance of the Butcher Evil Spirit did not cause any sensation.