Don't force me to use my right fist.

"Hey Saya-san, have you seen Kaguya?"

Saya gently tapped on Sana's table, making the girl tremble like a startled rabbit, before pointing to the empty seat in front of her and asking.

"Oh, it's you, Saya." Realizing it was Saya calling her, Saya visibly relaxed, gently patting her chest to soothe her anxious little heart.

"Kaguya-san? I remember she was picked up by one of her maids. But I think they said they were going to the cooking class, but I didn't hear the specifics." Saya scratched her head in slight distress and told the boy in front of her everything she knew.

"Cooking class?" Saya frowned. Why would she go to a place like that? Home economics is more like an elective course, right? Why would a young lady like her need to do something like that? But then she thought that the cooking class was at least within the school and should be under Keine's protection, so Saya wasn't so nervous anymore, but rather a little confused.

"Saya, what can I do for you, Kaguya? I can show you around if you need help. I remember you're not familiar with the school layout, are you?" Aqua, who had appeared out of nowhere, peeked out from the side. She had only intended to chat with Saya, but unexpectedly heard Saya asking for help. After all, he was a high-class paid member, so she should at least offer this basic service. Aqua proudly puffed out her chest as she offered to show Saya the way. She knew the school layout very well; she often wandered around the school.

"No need for all that trouble, just tell me the approximate location." Saya shook his head. The silly antics that usually surrounded this girl always made him want to avoid her, especially since he had just witnessed something even more interesting. Since Kaguya was safe at school, going to find her wasn't a priority; he could just call her later to ask. As for now... Saya looked at the kimono-clad girl who had disappeared around the corner, a girl with slightly unpleasant memories to him, and narrowed his eyes slightly. Which unlucky soul had logged into Hell Correspondence this time? He was very curious.

Chapter 155 The Promise with Kaguya

Although he had just told Huiyin to maintain a proper attitude, it would be rather unethical to run off to gossip the very next minute, but Zuoyou still couldn't resist his curiosity. After greeting Yuchuan Yi and asking her to ask for leave for him, he decisively followed the direction where the Hell Girl had disappeared. She was still as elusive as ever; Zuoyou had only exchanged a few words with Yuchuan Yi before she vanished without a trace. However, this time, Zuoyou could finally confirm one of his earlier thoughts. Finding a secluded corner, Zuoyou took out the pink wand from his backpack. Magic gathered in his hand, and after selecting a support spell, using the Eye of Ender as the main element, Zuoyou added a compass.

Finally, he placed the strands of hair he had collected from the Hell Girl during their battle into the magic circle, and then released the spell, the effects of which he himself was unsure of. A massive magic circle unfolded around his feet, and as he poured his magic power into it, a deep green sphere, resembling an eye, quickly emerged from it. Almost identical to an Ender Pearl, the sphere floated into the sky, swayed twice, and then the magic surrounding it formed an arrow shape in the air. Pointing in a direction, the sphere then drifted down and stopped beside Sayu, as if beckoning him to follow.

"It actually worked! As long as you have a big enough imagination, this mod is definitely worth developing." With the increased mana cap from the wand and the mana regeneration per second, Sōyū no longer needed to be so stingy with his skills, making the mod even more practical. Following the direction the arrow pointed, Sōyū took the opportunity during the chase to contact Kaguya. He didn't want to be just watching the drama unfold and something bad happen to her; it wouldn't be fun. It was better to check on her safety first.

The call was answered quickly, so quickly that Zuoyou even wondered if she was holding Ruo's phone, waiting for Ruo to call.

"What's up?"

Kaguya's voice on the other end of the phone was as cold as ever, and if you listened carefully, it might even seem colder than before. It was as if she was angry with someone.

"No, it's just that you weren't in the classroom, so I wanted to make sure you were safe. If I'm not with you, it's best if you don't leave the school." Saya explained the reason, following the magical arrows that continuously moved through the school.

"I thought you'd forgotten all about me while you were eating your lunchbox. Turns out you were worried about my safety?" Kaguya was silent for a moment, then her tone finally turned cold as she began to complain to him. Her cold attitude towards him wasn't very effective; he was simply someone who wouldn't respond to force. Rather than throwing a tantrum and giving him the silent treatment, it was better to be upfront about her displeasure.

"Well, so you're angry about this? I already asked you if you wanted to come, but you didn't."

Zuoyou hadn't expected her to say that about him, so he scratched his head before replying to her.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't get angry."

Once again realizing that women don't need a reason to get angry, Sawa fell silent. Was this really putting an end to the matter?

"So, what brings you to me? Is there another situation requiring you to leave? Otherwise, you would have come to me directly instead of calling, right?"

Kaguya, on the other end of the phone, was staring at the lump of dough in front of her that she couldn't knead into a ball no matter what she did. After wiping her face with the back of her flour-covered hands, she asked a question into her phone.

Sawa's modus operandi is actually quite easy to figure out; he's a man of action. Since he chose to call instead of coming in person, it means he's definitely busy with something else.

"Yes, you guessed right. Something strange happened, so I might have to leave again for a while. Be careful." wh

Following the magic arrow, Saku flipped over and over the academy's walls, frowning as he answered Kaguya's question.

Are they not students at the school? Or did they just happen to be out?

Filled with doubt, Saya shook his hand and followed the magic arrow urging him onward, continuing his search for the kimono-clad girl. While Hell Correspondence might not always yield significant results, he simply couldn't stand those who used it as a means of revenge.

Besides, he finally improved his strength, so wouldn't it be perfect for him to practice against Hell Girl now?

Anyway, that guy will only target people who interfere with Hell Communications, so there's no need to worry about her holding a grudge later.

Not everyone deserves to go to hell, but Sawa believes that the price for sending those who should go to hell shouldn't be another person's soul, right? Sending people to hell is such a hassle, but he wouldn't mind doing it for them. The premise is that the person truly deserves to die.

"Did you go on another adventure?" Kaguya sighed, still struggling with how to handle the dough in front of her. Perhaps she should have started with something simpler like sushi instead of jumping straight into cakes.

"Then be careful. I'll wait for you at school. Don't worry about things here." Without further ado about complaining to Saya, Kaguya understood that the best support she could give him was to avoid causing him trouble. She just needed to trust him. In matters that might affect his safety, Kaguya wouldn't act impulsively. This was also why Saya didn't dislike Kaguya much; while being with her wasn't particularly reassuring or comfortable, it certainly wasn't annoying or troublesome.

"Okay. I'll wait for you to come back." (wihl)

Saya nodded and was about to hang up when Kaguya suddenly called him back.

"What is it?"

"Well, tonight I'm trying to cook something. Could you come over and be my taste tester and give me some advice and feedback?" whl said her request in a generous manner. Kaguya forcibly shifted her expectant gaze from her phone to the dough beside her, her little ears perked up, waiting for Wakasaya's reply.

Sōyū pinched his chin, looking puzzled, but quickly gave his answer.

"But I'm available anytime for anything, so you've come to the right person." whl

Having casually agreed, Saya hung up the phone. After seeing the mature woman named Anna Masune standing under the shade of a tree, he knew he had almost arrived at his destination.

Chapter 156 Being Filial

Anna Masane stood under the shade of a tree, holding an umbrella. Under her paper umbrella, the girl, as delicate as a doll, turned her head and looked at Saya, who was walking towards them.

Saya didn't maintain his stealth state; after all, he had no intention of making a move right now, he was just observing. Given the other party's temperament and character, they would definitely not attack him prematurely. In fact, according to the rigid rules set by the Three-Eyed Spider, they might not even have the right to act arbitrarily against anyone outside of Hell Communications. Rather than calling her a Hell Girl, she'd be more like a Hell worker—or rather, the kind who's been exploited terribly.

The green eye formed by magic shattered after guiding Saya to his destination. The remaining magic formed a giant arrow pointing at the expressionless girl, as if afraid Saya wouldn't know. This magic trick's formula is worth noting; at least in the future, if he needs to find someone, he won't have to worry about them escaping. For Saya, who has no sense of direction, this is quite important. He stopped beside the girl in the kimono. Following their gaze, Saya saw two women facing each other on a pedestrian bridge in the middle of the road.

"How far has the matter progressed? Has the red line been drawn yet?"

He leaned against Hell Girl as if they were old friends. Although he knew what the girl next to him was based on, he still couldn't be sure of her current name.

Enma Ai's name is quite nice, but the problem is that the people in this world all seem to differ from their original counterparts in some way. wih

The kimono-clad girl glanced at Saya with her blood-red eyes, but ignored him, turning her gaze directly to the two who were still arguing.

What are you doing here? You probably don't have any friends here.

On the contrary, the bone woman named Anna Masune looked at him warily, even protecting the girl beside her behind her.

"There's something interesting to see, so coming to take a look shouldn't be a problem, right? Or do we need to buy tickets to see it? That's really too domineering of you guys."

Saya shook his head, not taking this woman, whose prototype was actually a fairly well-known yokai, seriously. It wasn't that he thought she was too weak, but compared to the Hell Girl beside her, her strength was indeed somewhat lacking.

"So could you explain what exactly happened? That way, if I make a move later, you'll be prepared to stop me, right?"

Sōyū twisted his neck. From this distance, and with the two of them standing on an overpass on the road, it was really hard to hear what they were saying.

Unlike those two inhuman beings next to him, he couldn't easily hear what they were saying. If he really wanted to know the situation, asking directly would be the fastest way to get information.

Do you think I'd tell you that so you could get in our way?

The Bone Woman frowned, tightening her grip on the umbrella slightly. Sōyō's attitude towards them always gave her a feeling of being provoked.

"Never mind then, I'll go take a look myself."

Zuoyou waved his hand; if she was unwilling, he wouldn't get any results by forcing her.

Saku crouched down, maintaining a stealthy approach towards the two. The Bone Woman, who had intended to stop Saku, was blocked by a small hand. The girl in the kimono turned her head and silently shook her head at her.

"Just watch." Saya, the girl in the kimono, coldly watched the two walk towards them, her face still devoid of any emotion. Saya, on the other hand, bent over and approached the two who were still arguing. He did have a vague memory of this scene and those two people.

We just need to verify if that's the exact storyline. If possible, preventing Hell Correspondence from happening would be even better.

Saya had no intention of giving Hell Girl any face; he already harbored a strong aversion to Hell Correspondence.

Saku groped his way to a spot where he could hear the two talking and pricked up his ears to listen. On the overpass, which was deserted perhaps because of some barrier cast by the Bone Woman, a girl dressed as a student held up a yellow straw doll, threatening the woman opposite her. The doll in her hand was one of the tools of Hell Correspondence; if one truly hated someone, once a contract was made with the Hell Girl, one would receive such a tool that could decide the fate of that person.

If the red line above is pulled, the hated person will be sent directly to hell.

Sōyū narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the straw doll. The basic setup was no different from what he remembered. But judging from the situation, were these two really mother and daughter? That was a bit too much. A daughter sending her mother to hell—that's something else!

As his memories began to resurface, Saya narrowed his eyes and continued watching with a look of keen interest.

"You might not believe it, but if I do this, you really will lose your life!"

With a sob in her voice, the girl warned the woman who looked at her with a pained expression, her eyes filled with tears of grievance.

"I believe you. Because I also asked Hell Girl for help, so of course I understand what it means."

Chao Ruo reached out her hand to the girl holding the straw doll, while the woman opposite her, still dressed in a business suit, looked at her with seriousness in her eyes.

"I know you resent your mother for being so engrossed in work that you haven't noticed me. I also know you suspect I killed Dad. But how about this? Put down that straw doll, and we can talk properly, okay?" A hint of fear flickered in her eyes, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that the woman wasn't worried about her own safety, but rather about the girl clutching the straw doll tightly. The woman looked at her only daughter with despair, the pained and conflicted expression on her face genuine.

"Lingling, please believe me. I only wanted to save you from your father's violence. That's why I did this. Besides, I was already forced to go to the ground as punishment for the Hell Correspondence. You don't need to risk your life for something like this!"

"You know that people who commission Hell Girl will inevitably go to hell after they die!"

Pulling down her collar, the woman revealed a cursed tattoo on her chest to the shocked girl who was staring at her.

Meanwhile, Sōyū snapped his fingers, confirming that this was indeed the plot point that had once left him deeply frustrated. In other words, he really couldn't just sit idly by and ignore this matter.

Chapter 157 You Disturbed My Righteous Act

The woman looked at the girl before her, and it felt as if time had turned back ten years. Back then, her husband, the girl's father, was still alive, but even so, life was far more hopeless than it is now.

That man spent his days drinking and beating his wife and daughter, using domestic violence as a way to vent his anger. He was less her husband and more a soulless walking corpse, his only purpose in life being to harm them. She had considered divorcing him, but he tightly controlled her through child custody. Mentioning the matter only brought more severe consequences. As for her mother-in-law, she was completely devoted to her son and would never consider her and her daughter as human beings. Therefore, for the sake of her daughter's future, the woman made a decision she has never regretted: she sent the man to hell using Hell Correspondence. She couldn't bear the stigma of murder, nor could she leave evidence; otherwise, no one would be able to support her daughter. Thus, Hell Correspondence became her last resort. What did hell matter to her? She would bear the consequences of her mistakes, as long as Lingling could live a happy and healthy life. With this mindset, the woman picked up her life again, and even made her family, which lacked a father, better than before. She had no complaints, worked hard, and raised her daughter, which became her only motivation.

But now, looking at the girl who used to be so self-conscious, the woman felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if she had been stabbed. Because she didn't want her to recall the pain of the past, nor did she want her daughter to bear the burden of hatred towards her father, she had deliberately tried to make her forget what had happened. She never imagined that her daughter would actually begin to resent her because of this.

Yes, it's because of her that her daughter lost her father. No matter the reason, she's a murderer.

But there was one woman who knew this: she absolutely could not let her daughter pull down that red string.

She should have gone to hell, but her daughter shouldn't have to sacrifice her life and future for this. She should go to heaven.

Even now, the woman, whose eyes are still only on her daughter, gazes tenderly at the girl before her, yearning for her to put down the straw doll.

"Going to hell is fine! Me too. Mom too. Grandma too, let's all be torn to pieces! Anyway, this kind of family is absolutely what I don't need!" Having learned the cause and truth of her father's death in just one day, the girl was clearly overwhelmed by the blow. She broke down, grabbing the red thread binding the straw effigy, as if to pull it apart. People always believe what they want, and what she firmly believed was the fact that the woman before her only cared about her career and had no regard for her family.

As for her father's image, her memories were too distant to recall anything clearly. She only knew from her grandmother how much he had doted on her, and how this woman, nominally her mother, had despised him. Therefore, naturally, she began to resent the woman before her. But when the truth came from her mother, the worldview of the girl, who had always firmly believed she was right, crumbled. If she was wrong, then what was the purpose of her hatred? Unable to accept this fact, she lost her reason. A voice in her mind tempted her, saying that if she pulled that red thread, everything would be resolved.

A pair of hands, long since devoid of the delicate touch of youth, grasped the girl's hand that was about to pull the red thread of fate. The woman, who had been standing still, rushed forward and embraced her.

"I'll just go to hell alone! Don't you understand? Even if you don't draw that red line, I'll still go to hell one day!" whl

The last glimmer of light had vanished from the woman's eyes as she gently stroked her daughter's head in her arms.

"I will go to hell, but I don't want you to go to hell too. I don't want you to go to hell, otherwise, I will be too sad."

So, be happy.

With tears in her eyes, the woman said her final goodbye to her daughter, then rushed towards the pedestrian overpass where cars were flowing nearby.

"Okay, time to get to work."

Having watched the whole thing from the sidelines, Sawa stuffed the half-eaten bread into his mouth and lit up the magic circle he had prepared beforehand.

"I've already said it. Don't get in our way! It's their own choice."

The Bone Woman emerged from the shadows and stood in front of Saya, saying...

"Not interfering with other people's choices is a rule of your hell. What does that have to do with me? You're disturbing my act of chivalry."