Uneasy daily life

The priestess was about to speak...

"Miss! His fatherly feelings have been awakened, and he is fighting against the obsession of the evil spirit within him!"

The maid shouted loudly.

"Ugh?"

The priestess was stunned.

The demon seemed to struggle, but could not break free, and roared with deep sorrow and indignation: "You wretched servant! How dare you betray me?!"

"The evil spirits have won!" the maid said sadly. "Miss... Master is no longer the same master; he has become an evil spirit!"

The samurai coughed weakly and said, "Once a person goes down the wrong path and becomes a demon, there is no turning back..."

"I am not wrong!"

The demon's voice grew increasingly fierce, chaotic, and ferocious with each word: "This land, this land that has borne my life... Those who have abandoned this land deserve to die! Those who followed their desires and abandoned this land do not deserve forgiveness! I will make this land great again! My daughter! Will you also betray Zhen Chu, betray this land that gave you birth and nurtured you?!"

"Ugh?!"

The priestess was at a loss for what to do.

"Oh no!" The samurai struggled to his feet. "The demon is corrupting his fatherly emotions. Eventually, his selfless love will turn into unfulfilled hatred... just like how his longing and love for his homeland will transform into hatred and resentment over its decline..."

"Then what should I do?"

The witch asked, bewildered.

"Miss!"

A strong and powerful shout rang out, and the maid pointed to a dagger on the ground not far away, saying in a stern voice, "Quickly! Before the master completely turns into a demon and commits a heinous crime—kill the demon with this dagger!"

Completely out of touch with the situation, the priestess instinctively picked up a dagger from the ground and pointed it at her father and the evil spirit that was about to threaten the village and others.

"Uh... ah..."

The demon let out a low, struggling growl, its arm holding the knife trembling slightly. It managed to squeeze out, "For...the village...do it!"

The priestess gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and thrust the dagger forward.

The raised knife fell to the ground, and the demon staggered forward a few steps. The priestess quickly supported him, unsure of what to say, her thoughts in complete disarray.

pat.

The dark red mask fell to the ground. He looked into the distance, a joyful light slowly spreading across his face, his eyes seemingly reflecting starlight-like lights: "I'm back... the village... the old village is back..."

He raised his hand, trying to grasp the dreamlike lightness and solemnity.

"The human heart, with its seven orifices, understands joy and anger, yet worldly affairs are like sandstorms. After a life of wandering, looking back at the human world, home is nowhere to be found."

"Those who are left behind by the times... will eventually turn back to their childhood..."

He sighed with a melancholy tone, looking up at the priestess with a complex mix of emotions: "My daughter... whatever path you choose, beware of the clamor of the times, don't let that dust settle in your heart and cloud your bright eyes..."

"Ah? Oh..."

The witch answered blankly, only to see the other person close his eyes, tilt his neck, and sink his body.

Bye.

"Miss Shrine Maiden, bury your father here, facing the direction of the village..."

The samurai approached, his face full of sighs: "I have seen countless people turn into demons, but this is the first time I have seen someone who opposes me."

"Ah."

The priestess, feeling dejected, buried her father.

"So, Miss Shrine Maiden, where do you plan to go?"

Before the grave, the samurai suddenly asked.

“Me? I…” The priestess took a deep breath and said softly but firmly, “No matter how times change, I hope to do something. Even if things eventually turn bad, I hope that in the process, even if it’s just for a moment, I can make my hometown a little better… Even if the smile is fleeting, it is still a smile.”

"Is that so? It seems I'll have to stay here a little longer to prevent anyone from becoming too obsessed and putting on the mask of a demon."

The samurai nodded, his tone still calm and composed, though it concealed a few unspoken feelings.

The maid stood at a distance, watching this scene. She put away the sadness on her face and showed a genuine smile.

Congratulations, congratulations.

Chapter 142 The Poison Master on Stage

"May evil spirits flee and blessings abound; may the wind and rain be timely and the rice seedlings thrive; may the mountains and forests rejoice and the land be at peace; may our ancestors protect our homeland..."

Chitanda Eru, dressed as a shrine maiden, stood in the center of the stage, her white socks making a crisp sound as she stepped, and she shook a bell in her hand. She danced a slightly somber and solemn festival dance, her small face displaying a dignified and solemn expression, with a hint of bewilderment still lingering in her eyes.

Houtarou Oreki sat on the ground, holding a small drum in his hand, occasionally tapping the drum to match the accompaniment.

The white figure lay peacefully at the edge of the stage, serving as a grave mound.

Success! The backstab was a success!

Angelina clenched her fist, her heart pounding with excitement. She glanced sideways at the white shadow of the corpse lying on the ground, a hint of smugness in her eyes.

Heh heh heh! You didn't expect that, did you? I'm the one who actually rewrote the script!

The original script?

The demon father beat the wandering samurai to his knees, begging for mercy. He then transformed into a demon and kidnapped the priestess. In his grief and anger, the samurai unleashed his inner power, chasing and fighting the demon relentlessly. After overcoming eighty-one tribulations, just as he was about to completely defeat the demon, the priestess struck him on the back with a blow.

It turns out this was a trial to find a husband! The warrior, relying on his character and ability, happily won the marriage!

Finally, in a world where everyone is happy except for the wounded samurai, the joyous festival dance begins...

The maid? She's a minor character with very little screen time. Just like in the previous drama "The Moon Still Shines," the maid only appears briefly when leading the way, and for the most part, she's there to highlight the shrine maiden's beauty.

The officer probably never expected this, this is the maid's counterattack!

He used his superpowers to freeze his superior and then started making up a story!

The officer reacted quickly, and Oreki responded just as quickly, but Chitanda was too slow to react and could only follow the plot blindly.

Angelina stood at the edge of the stage, leaving the spotlight on Houtarou Oreki and Eru Chitanda, while she herself remained in the shadows.

Chitanda Eru had already struck an exit pose, while Oreki Houtarou sat quietly to the side as the curtain began to close inwards.

What a perfect revenge!

Hehehe...

"Jie Jie Jie..."

As the accompaniment faded into silence, a sinister laugh escaped from the shadows.

The audience instinctively looked toward Angelina at the edge of the stage.

Huh? I accidentally laughed out loud?

Angelina was startled, then suddenly realized—it was a white figure!

What's the point of imitating your own voice? The story has only a few seconds left before the curtain falls! The plot is already set, the ending on stage is already decided, and even the white shadow can't turn the tide...

"The samurai slays the master who has fallen into demonhood, the young lady's hands are stained with the sin of patricide, step by step, until today... The plan is complete, no, she must hold back her laughter..."

A whisper of secret joy echoed in my heart, like a seed hidden in the soil, finally sprouting.

"Sir Samurai, soon we will eliminate the last obstacle and become the masters of this land, very soon..."

Ugh?

Alas, alas, alas?!

Am I a bad guy?!

Angelina, having grasped the meaning of those few words, subconsciously looked at the audience.

This glance back was perfectly timed. The spotlight was on the two people in the center of the stage. In the dimly lit corner, Angelina met the focused gazes of the audience, like a schemer staring at those in the audience who had overheard her evil plans...

The curtains were drawn to block prying eyes and conceal the girl's presence.

"Hey hey hey..."

The innocent laughter of a young girl still faintly echoed on the stage, reverberating around the samurai and priestess under the light, as if foreshadowing that the story was not yet over...

The curtain was completely drawn.

That less-than-ideal ending is no longer relevant to the audience.

……

……

"Master, I don't quite understand this script. Who are the good guys and who are the bad guys?"

Yi Hui's question about the woodwork was exceptionally innocent.

The white figure twirled the ghost mask around on its index finger, coaxing, "Who gained the greatest benefit?"

"Then they are samurai, of course."

"Whoever reaps the greatest benefit is the mastermind behind the conspiracy."

The white-clad figure asked, hands clasped behind his back, "Do you understand?"

Yoshiteru Zaimokuza suddenly realized: "So that's how it is! The maid was the one who orchestrated all of this! She seems to be with the shrine maiden, but she's actually an underling of the demon. That's why she switched the samurai's sword. But that's not her full identity. She's actually in league with the samurai. Her goal is to eliminate the shrine maiden and the demon, seize the land, and make the samurai famous!"

Bai Ying nodded, a look of appreciating his child's potential: "Do you remember the first few lines the demon said when it first appeared? 'If you're not arrogant and domineering, how can you be a hero saving the day!' The demon played the villain, which made the samurai the hero! And in the whole story, it was the samurai who suddenly said he wanted to marry the priestess, thus angering his father; it was the maid who said his father had become a demon; it was the samurai who said that once you become a demon, you can't be human again; it was the maid who made the priestess kill her father; and it was the samurai who ultimately married the priestess through this event... This is a huge conspiracy!"

"The samurai defeated the demon, the samurai married the priestess, the samurai inherited the land, and the samurai became a hero!"

"This is a common formula in every country, but as creators, we must learn to say 'I won't' in order to pioneer a new era!"

Bai Ying patted Zai Muza Yoshiteru on the shoulder: "Perhaps there were no ghosts in the world to begin with, but some people were made into ghosts, thus achieving the role of heroes. Perhaps there was no suffering in the world to begin with, but some people created suffering, thus achieving the role of saviors..."

"Is this even a creative approach? I get it! It can definitely be applied to light novels!"

Yi Hui, the woodworker, began to ponder with great enthusiasm.

Bai Ying nodded in satisfaction and stepped toward the next student.

"Did you understand the play you just saw? It had two layers of story..."

“I heard everything you just said.”

The male student said subtly, "It's a bit of an unusual story, but considering it's Bai, it makes sense."

“That’s not right,” Bai Ying immediately denied. “I didn’t write the script this time. It was written by my capable assistant, the one who plays the maid on stage.”

The male student was a little surprised: "Her acting is really good! That last turn of her head startled me..."

"Haha, that just proves she acted well, while I only got a measly 90% success..."

Bai Ying laughed heartily and began to chatter as she prepared to expand on the topic.

Snapped!

A pair of hands pressed down on Bai Ying's shoulders.

The white figure turned around in surprise: "Hmm? Too long to read? When did you arrive..."

Angelina remained silent, her face contorted with rage, as she dragged the white figure backstage towards the backstage area.

"As expected of the strongman of the Soubu High School, his strength is amazing."

The boy clicked his tongue in amazement: "I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to win in an arm wrestling match."

"Others don't pronounce things that are too long," a boy next to me complained.

“I know it’s not good to say things that are too long,” the boy replied with a question. “Then what’s her name?”

"Uh... what was it called again?"

The two looked at each other.

"Dear students, did you have a good time at the cultural festival? After you've had fun and relaxed, it's time to get back to studying... Hmm?"

On stage, Yumiko Miura held a small card in one hand and a microphone in the other, her eyebrows twitching: "I'll skip this part that I don't like to hear—I hope this cultural festival can be an embellishment to everyone's school life; a topic that you can look back on and talk about with others in the future; and a motivation to continue to improve yourself... I'll skip this part too!"

That guy's speeches all managed to sound like encouragement and instruction; it's really too much.

In short, be happy when you should be happy!

Yumiko Miura ignored the part about working hard when it's time to work hard, and raised her hand to announce, "Well then, finally, Yukino Yukinoshita, a graduate of Soubu High School, along with Vice Executive Committee Chairwoman Yukino Yukinoshita and teacher Shizuka Hiratsuka, will give you a closing performance! Please enjoy—those who know how and have the guts can sing along!"