6: 30 p.m. Sylvia, how many nights, Chestnut Three, and the four slaughtered branches headed to the designated place.
Western part of Euthanasia City. forest area behind the mountains on the border with Yamanashi Prefecture. A designated location - the Ethereal Moon Festival venue - was off the paved path and down a narrow path with stripped ground.
"If you go a little south, you'll be in Zongfang City."
Kurizo shrugs. It's a lawless city that's treated like an Euthanasia City, not on the map. Both Kurizo and Sylvia have worked there several times.
"You have a very broad bond."
Sylvia has only partially mastered the art, but still sees the presence or absence of a junction.
A sign is erected in front of the junction, painted with a glimmer of blood on the pale moon. On the road that leads inside, you see, people go in. There are multiple entrances, and this is one of them.
"In time, the festival seems to have already begun."
And how many nights. It's already dark around.
"Is Junko Yukioka here?
"Oh, they're on their way over here right now"
Sylvia answers Chestnut Three's question. I have confirmed it over the phone. By the way, when you get inside the junction, the radio waves will stop coming through. Of course I can't do the internet either.
"What's the point of acting apart from Junko? I wish we were together. No."
"You weren't listening? I've told you many times. He's a joker. Better keep it hidden. I don't think the enemy understands you called him to help."
In the nights of questioning, Sylvia answered with a slight frown. By the way, for a few nights, he carries a pretty big bag. There are a lot of commercial curse-related tools in there. I brought it because I thought it might help something.
At the boundary with the junction, Sylvia touches the junction wall and performs the analysis.
"It's the type of junction you won't be able to get out of when you get in."
"In the morning, we can break the line. By then, we'll have our own ends in between festivals."
Sylvia reports the results of the analysis and how many nights she will consciously follow Kurizo and Kishimie Branch.
"The condition to let in is that you are cursed. Oozois."
He doesn't look scared at all, says Kishimie Branch. Kurizo and Kishimie Branch also bring the curse, so we can go in.
"Then let's go."
Sylvia went first into the junction. Chestnut three, how many nights, in the order of the slaughtered branches, followed later.
"The moment we set foot in the junction, it's like the world has changed. Awesome nasty air."
"Really? I'm so calm...... Maybe it's because of the curse profession."
Sylvia is staring at me, while I'm groaning for nights.
Four people take a narrow path stretching to sew between them while the surroundings are covered with trees. All the trees on the side of the road are lit, so it is not dark, but it is still dark.
(I feel like I'm in a different world. In fact, it's a whirlpool space.)
Silvia squeaks without speaking up.
"Oh, how many nights are you? You're finally in for the Aemon Festival."
Along the way, a man sitting leaning against a tree by the side of the road called out.
"Ah, good evening ~. Uh, this guy's a regular customer. Enough people to say curse mania."
"Hi, I'm a curse maniac. I'm also a regular at this festival, by the way. How many nights are these your friends?
A man rises up, spreads a loving grin and praises. He is a middle-aged man with a clean beard and is dressed in a luxury suit.
"It's a bodyguard. Silver Storm Hall People"
"Can I ask you something of interest? I said festival regulars, what are you here for?
Shortly after what night answered, Sylvia asked the man a question.
"My purpose is just to taste and see the festival atmosphere. Enjoy seeing what kind of curse there is and what is coming for and what happens. Some guys attack me sometimes, though. It's also the flavor of this festival."
"What exactly happens?
"What was interesting last year was that a monster mixed with people and demons ran wild and ate and killed people. That was thrilling. A high-ranking magician has defeated me where I was about to be eaten. And then... it's hard to say in front of your lady, but the crazy ladies get naked, they get a pair of axes in their hands, and they chase the naked men around and prune their penises as well, I guess a man-root hunt. It would have been really nice to have been held in a place like the arena in the building. The women are all rape victims, cursed. It's the rape suspects who bought them out of jail."
"You're saying it well. Enough."
To the story of a man who seemed to speak with pleasure, Sylvia turned flashy, slid through the side of the man and moved on.
"Sister, are you pretty uber?"
How many nights do you call me to tease you?
"It's not about ubs or anything like that, it usually makes you feel bad?
"Uh, I love that sort of thing ~?"
"I hate you."
Sylvia threw up and threw up, getting a little faster.
"I can't believe you haven't come home at this hour..."
Look at the clock, Ueno Harako gets a half cry face. I am referring to 7pm.
It is usually time for Uemami to return. But Uemami didn't return, and I didn't get through to her when I called her.
"Angelina's not coming back, either. You two... something may have happened. Maybe we should let the police know."
"Yes, I will"
Umeko urged me, and Ueko called 110.
Ye Shan, who inadvertently overslept, wakes up in her sleeping bag.
"Killer disqualification, maggots correctly...... and this state now is also maggots correctly. It's a shame...... no"
Jump out of your sleeping bag. Ip Mountain loved sleeping bags. It goes without saying why.
The sun is already setting. The time is 7: 00 PM.
Though I came down to look at it the day before, those who were preparing for the festival told me it was off-limits, and I slept alone in the woods in front of the venue until the festival began.
Into the junction, continue along an unpaved narrow path.
Leaf Mountain felt murderous after a short walk down a trail in the woods.
"Bubba, bubba, bubba, bubba!
A loud, lean, skinny, naked man wields a knife and hits Ye Shan.
"Oops!?
Leaf Mountain kicks me in the dovetail, gives me a creeping voice, and I collapse.
"Uh... aren't you cold dressed like that? I think it's pretty cold. I'm even wearing maggots."
Leaf Mountain asks the man who is falling and blowing the poppy in the letter of Kuno.
"Curse... what"
A man raised his face and answered. I was lit by the lights on the tree, and I could see my cheeks falling off and bears under my eyes. My lips are cracked.
"Wearing clothes causes severe pain. So... I usually live secluded in a self-sufficient life in the back of a secluded mountain. What you need is... mostly in the mail. The only way to break the curse... is to kill him. Kill him... and spend ten years wearing clothes made of the skin of a hundred people, and the curse will be lifted. This festival... is a place where everything is available, and you can kill people, so now is your chance... I can kill a lot here... Ugh..."
"Really...... It's tough. Good luck."
Leaf Mountain walked out when he spoke to the man who began to sob.
Upper Mi and Angelina were thrown out into the woods and the restraints were also lifted.
The old man who abducted us told us not to know how to enjoy the festival for a while.
"In these woods in the back of the mountain... if you're off the road, you're in big trouble. Ouch!?
"Jah!?
Upper beauty screamed as she tried to go down the road and flew backwards like she was bounced. Angelina screams small when she sees it.
"It's like an invisible wall... and it's getting vile. I can't go this way."
"Jap!"
Listening to the words of Upper Beauty, Angelina bravely moves on to the end of the road.
"Jaaaaaaaaaa!"
"Hey, Angelina."
Angelina, who tried to force herself not to say she was fine if she was immortal, screamed and cramped on the spot, hopping backwards, as did Uemami.
"Jap......"
"I knew you wouldn't."
To Angelina waving the kabuki, I had no choice but to decide that Uemami would head in the opposite direction.
And when I see that there was one woman there, Uemami is alert.
She's a skinny white woman with a witch cosplay, wearing a broken hat and a flaky, dark green robe. Sitting on the ground, staring at the two of you.
"Are you new here?
Ask me in fluent Japanese.
"Yes... I've been abducted..."
"Abduction... That's a weird story. You have cases like that. Then you don't know what kind of place this is."
A woman dressed as a witch said strangely.
"There's a festival ahead called the Ethereal Moon Festival. Normally it's something you want and take your feet for. What kind of festival..."
Later, Uemami and Angelina were briefed on the Aemon Festival.
"So be careful. But well, that girl over there, she seems to be able to do quite a bit, so even if she gets attacked, she seems to be able to deal with it."
A witch who laughs when she dulls.
"What about you...?
"I've just come to cosplay and enjoy the festival. I know the organizers of the festival, and they're from the same Sorcery Order. Oh, my name is Shirley McNeil. I'm part of the Sorcery Complex Devil."
Shirley bows while sitting down.
"It's Miki Ueno. This is Angelina."
"Jeep!"
Angelina greets, with her arms folded overhead, hands hooked and clawed.
"Mr. Dolphin... you're not wearing a guru. Plus... it looks like you're possessed by some pretty powerful evil spirits, but are you okay?
To Shirley's point, Angelina shuts her mouth and stays silent.
(During this time, red-haired girls at Euthanasia Civic Stadium said the same thing, right? Mr. Angelina, he says he's possessed by spirits. But Angelina, it seems I don't really want to touch the matter...)
Angelina's past is also as if she doesn't know Shangmi, but from time to time, she may be asked how she seems lonely. I have a faint feeling that there may be some dark past that I can't imagine from my usual delightful character.
"Are you glad you let that girl and the dolphin go free?
Ichigo Sato, who has released the restraint as instructed and within the boundaries of the Aemon Festival, asks Norisuke Yamagata.
"It's a hassle, but catch them again later. It's two interesting people, and let's have fun with the festival first."
"Understood."
Sato bowed his head with respect to the words of Norisuke Yamagata.