Turning to Mahito, the boy named Junpei Yoshino followed him all the way into a sewer.
It was dark and damp here, beyond even the reach of daylight. Only the lamps inexplicably installed inside lit the darkness.
Mahito basked in that lone patch of light, lying quietly in a hammock, complete with a pillow and blanket.
What were things like that doing here?
Ah-he had used Idle Transfiguration to mold them directly out of human bodies!
The hammock, the bedding, the soft pillow...
At first glance, these things seemed perfectly ordinary, but if a jujutsu sorcerer with cursed energy who could trace cursed residue took a look, well...
They would spot the truth immediately!
The irony was... Junpei Yoshino was not a jujutsu sorcerer.
Unable to see those ordinary people wailing, he instead stood off to one side against the wall, occasionally glancing at Mahito as though he wanted to say something but couldn't.
"You seem to have a lot to say. Don't worry, child. Tell me your questions, and I'll clear things up for you."
With his eyes closed and his legs crossed on the hammock, Mahito spoke as he gently swayed.
A kindly smile always graced his lips, with a trace of inscrutable amusement beneath his serenity.
Junpei Yoshino couldn't see through any of it. He only knew that the "person" before him was the curse who had killed his enemies. Even if he called himself a [cursed spirit], surely he was a powerful "good person"!
"Um... Mr. Mahito!"
He asked expectantly, "Those [cursed spirits] and [cursed energy] you mentioned-what exactly are..."
Mahito tilted his head and half opened one eye, his deep-blue gaze settling lightly on the boy as though it could pierce straight into his heart.
That single look chilled the boy to the bone, stirring