My Bungo system is a little different

It was true that Miss Beatty had never smoked much.

After all, besides her, that beautiful-looking pure copper lighter can only produce a few sparks with difficulty in other people's hands. The lighter ignited must be anxious to death.

It was also true that Miss Beatty didn't like her spells.

The various worldview updates that have been carried out these days don't seem to shake her idea of ​​continuing to live an ordinary life.

However, for the time being, she regarded Panxingjiao as a mutual aid society where she could speak more freely.

For example, when she saw Suda Manami managing the routine affairs of the sect, she subconsciously said: "Before, Mimiko seemed to suggest that I come to Panxing Sect to work. If you need financial personnel, I may be able to help a little bit. Tax calculation What."

Coming from America where paying taxes is the top priority, it's normal for Miss Beatty to say that.

Before Manami Suda could think of a less embarrassing response, Miguel, who passed by and heard Beatty's words, broke out into a wild laugh without malice.

For this newcomer who has started to develop spells but still doesn't understand the common sense of the spell world, most of the original members of the Summer Oil Sect have the idea that 'she has fallen into the cave', so their attitudes are relatively friendly.

"What's the matter?" Miss Beatty turned her half-bewildered eyes to Miguel, and the latter's laughter disappeared as if choked.

Her pleasing face is also one of the reasons for her friendly attitude.

Seems like a good idea to have someone to share the chores with if she's willing to stay here once she understands how the group works?

Such a thought flashed in Suda's mind, but he didn't show any inclination verbally: "Biti-san, for now, let's focus on learning about spells."

"Alright?" Miss Beatty didn't say any words of refusal.

If this kind of life can last forever——

There is an experience of immersing yourself in a different atmosphere on the days when you don't reveal the truth but just face each other with a friendly surface.

However, this is unlikely to last long, and at the end of the day, both sides are actually expecting this calm to be broken, aren't they?

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The financial maintenance of the Panxing Cult comes from large sums of money from believers and entrusted exorcism spirits.

Ordinary people who are entangled by curse spirits without knowing it voluntarily make offerings after being "diagnosed and treated" by the leader because they are effective. Knowing that the magic world prefers to find curse masters instead of the president and senior officials of the magic society for various reasons. Become a long-term money bag until it is drained.

As Xiayou himself said, there are monkeys used to collect curses, and there are monkeys used to raise money.

The 'guest' who came to the door today is obviously the latter.

Even the bald and shiny top of the head and the entire exposed head were dripping with sweat, and the anxious expression on his face was distorted to the point where his facial features were a little out of place.

Shouting in a completely rude manner, the tie shifted as if on a sling on the thick red neck.

Xia You looked at each other with eyes that looked at different creatures.

"—Hurry up and get rid of the curse spirit on my body!" A somewhat distorted voice came from the creature in front of me.

Heaped meat.

fat and protein.

The decent cloth on the outside undulated with the vibration of the flesh, and more sounds produced by the vibration of the vocal cords became meaningless noises, flowing between Xia You's ears and brain.

Xia You maintained his smile and turned to look at Manami Suda, and asked a cruel question: "How much?"

The woman in a sleeveless dress opened the record book in her hand, and answered a series of data in the same tone as reporting "how much fat the pig has gained in a year".

The third sound source in the room trembled violently while listening to the conversation, making a heavy '嗤嗤嗤嗤' sound from the respiratory system.

"It's reached the limit..." The leader, who still had a Buddha-like image of compassion, sighed regretfully, looking back at the worthless fat in front of him.

So--

Gently wave your hand, only to drive the rather low-level spell spirits to release their nature.

More meaningless noises filled the room, which gradually died down after a few minutes.

Blood and other fluids seeped from under the pile of fallen meat and seeped into the cracks in the wooden floor.

The two curse masters who watched all this happened didn't even have a murderous look on them, they were just bored with the floor being stained.

Until the moment when the shoji of the Japanese room was suddenly pulled away from the outside.

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The ivory-colored palm was pressed against the paper shoji, and the red-haired woman remained standing at the door without entering for a long time.

Manami Suda subconsciously blurted out the name of the person who came: "Biti-san——"

Then she didn't know what to say.

It's always going to happen.

Such thoughts flashed through the minds of the two people in the room.So for a while, Xia You just watched Beatty's reaction in silence.

Miss Beatty did something neither of them expected.

She took a hair tie from her pocket and tied her hair up completely.

Then, she bent down and squatted down.

Without pausing at all, Beatty turned the fallen human corpse over, and turned the terrified and painful face of the dead to the top.

She stared at the distorted corpse for a while, and asked softly without standing up, "Did you kill Seiji Oda, the president of Shihui Club, Mr. Xia You?"

The woman's voice is no different from her usual speech.

"That's right, I killed him with a spell." For some reason, Xia You swallowed the word 'monkey'.

He then watched as Beatty inspected Seiji Oda's body with his hands without changing his expression.

1 minutes.

3 minutes.

5 minutes.

It's not over yet.

Xia You, who didn't feel the slightest turmoil in her heart when she killed the man, began to feel anxious for a long time when she watched Beatty's hands directly touching the ugly corpse.

"What are you doing?" Finally, he asked.

Miss Beatty was actually half-kneeling on the floor, with her knees less than 10cm from the dark liquid stain.Hearing the question from behind, she straightened up and turned her gaze back to the living person.

"I'm re-understanding the essence of Panxing Cult." When answering, Miss Beatty's eyes met Xia You's.

Those eyes were not shaken by death at all.

Is that accepted?

The 'inhumanity' that gleamed in her during the first meeting resurfaced.

Xia Youjie vaguely felt that the person who could not accept this matter even more had become himself.

Randomly taking the lives of ordinary people—

A voice with indistinguishable timbre from the distant past sounded in a corner of his brain, and he pressed it skillfully.

As if sensing the strangeness entangled in Xia You's body, Miss Beatty opened her mouth to speak with an explanatory meaning.

"I can't empathize with the dead. The one who can't do anything after killing the body is almost like this." She said, rather casually, she took out the pure copper gun from her pocket with the hand that touched the corpse. Lighter, open the cover with one hand, and start the fire.

Gently stretch out your hand--

As in every previous experiment, what was ignited quickly burned out, leaving only a pile of ash.

There was no heat coming from the pavement, everything else in the room was not on fire, and the fleeting flame seemed fake.

"You have mastered the technique well." Xia Youjie said this in a daze.

This seemed to be the first time Beatty had actively used her spell these days.Such facts burst into his mind.

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After Miss Beatty "re-understood the essence of the Panxing Cult", other members of the Panxing Cult also re-understood her.

It's a little strange that a woman who has been living an ordinary life so naturally stepped into the world of death and mutual curses, but there are no normal people among conjurers (cursers).

There is a saying that when the magic power flows through the brain, it will affect the conjurer's thinking.Then it is only natural that Miss Beatty, who is learning to use spells, will be different from before.

The reality is not so.

All attitudes in the life of the red-haired woman have not changed.

She still always wears a scarf or a mask to cover her cheeks when she goes out, and she still cannot refuse any requests from Nanako and Mimiko.

Even the tone of saying "I can help now" to Suda Manami is the same as when I tried to "help" before.

He still shows a confused expression when he has no common sense in the magic world, or an embarrassed expression when he is trying to force himself.

Only her unwavering face in the face of the death that unfolded before her eyes proved that the changes that day were real.

It's as if Beatty is a robot with a written response program, but just patched it when faced with an unexpected new situation, and doesn't bother to modify the parts that didn't go wrong before.

But not everyone understands the weirdness.

Nanako and Mimiko are just happy that Miss Beatty has finally decided to 'follow Mr. Natsuyu'.

A conjurer like Miguel who was originally recruited by Xia You also adapted well to the new members.

In the end, in fact, it was the leader of Xiayou who had insisted on righteousness for many years in the past, and almost cut off his non-conjurer-related life after defecting, secretly a little bit unacceptable.

Whenever he thought of the red-haired woman putting the lighter in her hand on the corpse, and the flames exploded in an instant, he felt a sense of uneasiness lingering in his chest.