Under the moonlight, Arata leaned weakly against the Giant Tree. The side effects of Demonification had already surged up, weakness spreading through every cell in his body.
At this moment, any passing beast could easily devour him.
Of course, that was assuming those beasts could break through the defensive line formed by the yokai.
Yuki-onna, Terracotta Warrior, Hotarugusa, and Ushi no Toki.
"Eh, Lord Arata, how did you get covered in wounds again?"
The girl with emerald demon eyes slowly approached while licking the corner of her lips. However, her gaze remained fixed on the boy's wounds, as though something there held a special attraction for her.
[Ushi no Toki]: A girl holding a wooden hammer in one hand and cradling a Straw Doll in the other. Her smile was dazzling, and she looked very cute. Yet the things she said and did were always chilling. She possessed the power of curses. Never let her obtain your blood. Otherwise— [Hey, will you play with me too? Or do you want to become my straw doll?]
"Mm."
Arata gave a soft snort in response.
She was a yokai who gave him quite a headache.
Although she had seemed exceptionally cute and enthusiastic from the moment she descended, and had readily formed a contract with him, her behavior was somewhat strange.
Especially whenever he was injured.
"Hey, may I have a taste of your blood, Lord Arata?"
As Ushi no Toki drew near, the heat in her eyes grew stronger, her little pink tongue constantly sweeping across her lips.
"As compensation, I'll lend all my power to you."
The girl tempted him.
Arata did not answer. However, he laboriously raised his right hand. Blood trickled down from a wound on his arm, dripping from his ring and index fingers.
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