Miss Riddler just wants to level up in peace.

"Nightingale, could you please stay here and protect us?"

"Please wait a moment while I change my clothes."

As for what exactly to exchange, Ziyao naturally wouldn't say it aloud.

I'd like to try to resolve this a bit, but now is not the time to think about it.

The most urgent task is to rescue the three people trapped inside the Jizo-Mitama.

Volume 1: Chapter 75 Jizo's Soul, Remnant of the Holy Mark

Nightingale, what's wrong with your health...?

Theresa asked worriedly when she heard that Ziyao was going to come in with her.

A few days ago, the girl was seriously injured in a battle with Wendy and only woke up after resting for three days.

From that day on, Theresa completely dispelled her doubts about Ziyao and regarded her as a friend.

A person who would put themselves in danger to save others is definitely not a bad person.

"It's okay, I have some things to confirm."

Waiting in vain will not yield results, so Ziyao wanted to see what Feiyuwan wanted to show her.

What about the guards?

There's no one staying here; it would be troublesome if there were any danger.

Ziyao had anticipated this and had specifically asked Rita for help.

Otto had no objections and waved his hand in agreement.

"Come closer."

Theresa took her hand, and the two sat down together on the sofa.

Since Rita was the one helping, I felt much more at ease.

The two relaxed and allowed the corrosive power to enter.

Jizo Mitama was also quite shrewd and immediately mobilized its forces to win them over.

"Huha~"

Sleepiness washed over her, and Theresa yawned as she lay down on Ziyao's soft lap.

Like a docile kitten, Theresa's body was very light and soft.

Not long after, the two of them snuggled together and fell asleep.

I opened my eyes and saw a bare cherry tree in front of me.

The magnificent cherry tree had only its top blossoms left unpicked, with only branches remaining on the lower half.

"Hey you two, trying to slack off again?"

Looking in the direction of the voice, the speaker was a man dressed in red silk robes, who appeared to be the manager here.

Ziyao stayed in a nicely decorated shop.

This is a ticket agency, a relatively primitive form of private collateralized savings institution.

The long, narrow building was mainly constructed of wood and was simple in design.

The servants, dressed in linen shirts, carried rice and flour on their shoulders, working hard to transport the goods into the warehouse.

Ziyao's attire was better; her clothes were made of several pieces of fine fabric pieced together, and she wore long sleeves, giving her an elegant and refined look.

A heavy sword hung at his waist.

With each step she took, the bell on her sword would ring, alerting everyone to her presence.

"Ugh, I feel so dizzy."

Theresa felt very uncomfortable upon entering the dream world and almost collapsed to the ground.

"You two better hurry up and clean the plank road tonight, or you'll die."

"Clean up what?"

Theresa was a little confused. Who was this imperious man in front of her?

"Tsk, how did Cangxing end up hiring such a short guy like you? You can't even understand what he's saying."

"Listen up, go and clear the demons and monsters off the boardwalk tonight. The cargo convoy is coming tomorrow night."

Theresa was still confused. Where was she? Who was this arrogant guy?

However, as he voiced his question, the man's face suddenly turned very grim.

"You...you wouldn't have been...?"

He stumbled back several steps, his face pale, and saw Theresa as a monster.

"I'm so sorry, she didn't sleep well last night, so she was a little confused."

Ziyao stepped in to help, but things seemed to be going wrong.

"Well, that's good. Remember, whether you die tonight or not, get me the proof from Yae Shrine before you come back tomorrow."

As he spoke, the man tossed a bag full of copper coins to Ziyao.

It was a very heavy weight, at least ten strings of cash.

After the man left, Ziyao took Theresa to the street.

This is a town built against a mountain, surrounded by mountains on all sides, with few roads connecting it to the outside world.

Judging from their attire, they seem to be from a certain historical period in the Far East.

Several laborers carrying their belongings entered the ticket office and greeted Ziyao and her companion with bowed heads.

It turns out their identity was that of bodyguards, similar to bodyguards, responsible for ensuring the safety of the ticket office.

In a fleeting glance, Ziyao saw a farmer carrying a T-shaped plow and deduced that the time was probably two hundred years ago.

"Impressive, you even guessed that?"

Theresa exclaimed in surprise, marveling at Ziyao's extensive knowledge and talent.

"It was Yang who told me that history is often hidden in the tools of production."

More urgent than this is to clarify the current situation.

They did indeed enter the Jizo Mitama. They thought the space would be quite small, but it turned out to be a world of its own.

"Yae Shrine...."

A familiar name, but an unfamiliar place.

This is not Yae Village, but Yae Town, which is more than ten times wider.

In the story, the Yae Shrine sacrificed Yae Sakura's younger sister, which led to anomalies and disasters.

However, this is not the Stigmata Space, so it cannot be viewed according to the story in our memories.

Otto may have had some considerations in using this place as a trigger to awaken the Herrscher consciousness within Kiana.

"That rude guy was our boss..."

Theresa's lips twitched after she learned that she was an employee of the ticket agency.

"By the way, why did he react so strongly when he heard I couldn't remember?"

"I don't know, I'll ask someone later."

If she hadn't stopped her, something terrible might have happened.

To play it safe, Ziyao suggested continuing to act as a "protector," gathering intelligence in her spare time.

Having a fair amount of money in hand, the two wandered the streets for quite a while, but couldn't find any place to eat.

Everyone on the street had their heads down, and conversations were very quiet, with most conversations ending abruptly after just two sentences.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

At the end of the street, the two men surrounded a quiet, unassuming child and asked him what had happened recently.

The child was terrified and ran away after repeatedly kowtowing.

I asked a few more passersby, but still couldn't get any useful information.

They were either terrified or speechless; the only thing they knew was that the strange phenomena in Yae Town were related to "demons."

As they continued forward, the terrain gradually rose, and they arrived at the torii gate.

They went up the stone steps to the Yae Shrine, but they were stopped as soon as they took their first step.

The man dressed as a priest scolded them, telling them to leave immediately, as the shrine did not welcome any visitors during the festival.

On the way back, a group of villagers escorted a person who was wailing incessantly to the shrine, repeatedly saying that he was not a demon.

With the intention of watching the drama unfold, the two stayed a short distance away and eavesdropped.

"I can testify that he was definitely replaced by a demon, which is why he deliberately stole the seedlings!"

In ancient times, seedlings were crucial to production and were extremely precious.

No one would eat it; it would be a huge waste.

No wonder he was arrested; this is no small matter.

"I didn't, I don't remember anything, I didn't do it at all."

"Demons and ghosts devour those with evil intentions and impersonate them. You remember nothing; you are clearly a demon or ghost!"

“That’s right, that’s exactly what Lord Kuji said….”

"..."

The crowd was noisy, and some people even picked up stones to throw at each other.

Ziyao reached out to stop Theresa, indicating that she shouldn't act impulsively.

Amidst the cacophony of voices, Ziyao overheard something important.

Three days later, a live sacrifice will be held at Yae Shrine in exchange for favorable weather.