The brave Simmel wants to resign

"It's a very busy time right now, so let's treat this as a test for you and send you on a mission."

Xia Youjie put on airs.

"So, here is the content."

After saying that, he simply pulled a bound document bag from the mouth of one of the cursed spirits and handed it over.

“So dirty, haha,” Simmel joked with a laugh.

"The first lesson upon entering school is: no giving opinions to senior students."

Xia Youjie answered with a smile.

that's it.

Simmel's first mission in another world has begun.

Chapter 10 The Inconsistency of Decisions

Modern cities are truly amazing.

Simmel walked down the street, her eyes constantly darting around.

The asphalt road was incredibly smooth, with straight white lane lines and colorful metal boxes parked along the roadside.

Common sense told Simmel that the thing was called a car.

The walls of the building were covered with colorful posters depicting handsome men and beautiful women whom Simmel did not recognize.

What is that?

"Vending machine."

"what is this?"

"Massage advertisement."

"What's this?"

"Dad's living advertisement, right?"

I wonder if Senior Natsumi has done something similar.

At first, Nanami Kento would answer questions, but later he fell completely silent. Simmel, on the other hand, was interested in 'father's work,' but since 'common sense' hadn't been mentioned, he didn't know what it was.

Before leaving, Xia Youjie gave him a cell phone, and Xinmeier quickly understood how to use the social media software on it and already knew how to add other people as friends.

Let's double-check.

However, before he could scan the QR code on his father's advertisement, Nanami Kento, who was standing next to him, started checking his work for the day.

The task is simple.

According to the client, a father and son were cursed by a curse master and were haunted by cursed spirits.

An unusual smell of blood appeared in the apartment. The neighbors called the police, but the officers went in and didn't come out. The High School of Spellcasting was assigned to handle the situation with him and the new "transfer student."

Level 2 task.

In this world, the task of exterminating level two cursed spirits is handled by level two sorcerers, and there are generally no problems.

Of course, we must not let our guard down.

"arrive."

Qi Haijian stopped in front of an old apartment building.

The five-story building had its gray-white exterior walls stained with black tear stains from the rain, and its rusty security windows resembled prison bars.

Several mailboxes on the first floor had their doors askew, revealing dark, gaping interiors, and a foul, indescribable odor wafted through the air.

“It’s so old.” Simmel looked up at the building.

Nanami Kento didn't respond. While confirming the extent of the remaining filth, he changed the subject and started another topic.

“Simmel, right?”

"Oh, yes."

"The name doesn't sound like a local's. Is it an exchange student?"

"That's it."

Simmel felt that the Heroic Spirits from another world should also be considered exchange students.

"Is that so... Never mind, it doesn't matter. So you were pulled into the advanced sorcery training by Senior Natsuyou, right? What's your age?"

Only then did Simmel realize it.

Currently, among those specializing in sorcery, only Xia Youjie and Ye Mo know that Simmel is a 'Heroic Spirit'.

To his classmates, he was just an ordinary transfer student.

Simmel didn't intend to mention it, as for her age—

Sixteen years old.

Physical age.

Simmel, who now deeply understands why Frillie would have an emotional breakdown when called a "stinky old woman," said this.

"Why did you become a sorcerer?"

Nanami looked up at the building, as if asking a casual question.

Simmel, however, thought about it.

He's a retired hero, and as for why he came into this world...

"Because someone asked me for help, right?"

"....Yeah."

The man paused for a moment, offering no response to the answer, but merely glanced at Simmel.

"Let's go."

I pushed open the apartment door and went inside.

...

【clatter】

The stairwell was dark, with only a sliver of dim light coming through the window at the corner on the third floor.

Footsteps echoed in the narrow space.

Room 302.

The door was ajar, and two shadows flickered across it.

Nanami Kenren and Simmel stopped in their tracks.

The other residents of the apartment building were either scared away by the stench or asked to leave by the supervisors.

In the world of sorcery, there exists the art of barriers.

By attaching themselves to a powerful figure, many sorcerers can use the "tent" to confuse the eye and dispel the illusions of bystanders.

but.

Nanami listened intently.

No sound.

It's too quiet.

According to intelligence, the father and son should still be alive, and the activities of the cursed spirit should also produce sounds.

He raised his hand and spoke to Simmel behind him.

"I'll go in first, and follow my instructions."

Then, he pushed open the door.

In that instant, the stench of blood filled the air.

It was so thick it was choking, like burying your face in a pool of blood.

On the entryway floor lay a trail of messy, bloody footprints, some large, some small, stretching into the depths of the living room. Dark red liquid, already dried and blackened, was splattered on the walls.

Nanami Kento continued walking inside.

living room.

There were large patches of blood on the ceiling, and in some places it was still slowly dripping.

pat, pat, pat.

There were bits of meat in the corner, bone fragments on the back of the sofa, and things that looked like flower petals scattered on the floor.

rib cage.

The ribs, completely removed, were neatly arranged in a circle, with a pool of soft tissue in the center that was indistinguishable from its original form, glistening with an oily sheen.

Nanami Kento's brow furrowed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

(An adult male, recently deceased, the cursed spirit is still nearby.)

His judgment took only 0.5 seconds.

Then, he heard suppressed sobs.

In the corner of the living room.

There was a closet there, the door was half open, and it was dark inside.

The sound of weeping came from inside.

at the same time.

The room began to fill with magical energy.

Nanami Kento placed his hand on the spell tool.

It's coming—......