As Sylvia and the others were walking down the road, they were pompous, but they also encountered people.
Inside there was a pair that came under attack, but he was just a carefree amateur, and he repelled lightly.
"Do we look for targets from within this forest? You said you were off the road."
Sylvia said with her eyes on the darkness of the trees. I don't think the boulder has that.
"Um... if..."
I heard Sylvia and the others. A magnificent man with earthy skin with strange scars all over his body, naked in his upper body, nodding by the side of the road, looks up to Sylvia and the others.
"I'm a nail cutter. Let me cut your nails. Fifty yen for one hand."
A man cleaves his nails and spreads a mesmerizing grin.
"There's an incomprehensible realm in this world. Is this place... full of it? In any case, there is no beauty. I've never wanted to go home so quickly after work."
The man's disgusting grin and look down, Kurizo shrugs.
"Ma, wait! Think I'll help!
A man desperately stops Sylvia and the others trying to ignore and pass by.
"If you don't let me cut it, I have to keep cutting my own body like this. Please. Please."
Listening to the man's dialogue, Sylvia's leg stops and looks back. I understood the meaning of body wounds, and I also understood that it was such a curse.
"Kurizo"
"By virtue of me..."
Sylvia calls his name, and Chestnut Three reaches out to the man, as he gave up.
"Thank you. With all due respect, let me cut you off carefully."
As the man declares, carefully cut out the nails of Chestnut Three's hand.
"Oh... now you won't have to cut your own body for a while..."
In that dialogue, aside from Sylvia, I learned that a man was cursed.
"I... I've heard rumors here with the hope that this curse may be broken... how to break it, can you find it here... Do you have any idea...?
He spills tears and a man asks.
Sylvia thought when she heard about the man that he was a completely ordinary person and unrelated to both the back street and the paranormal relationship. You don't have to come to a place like this to find a payer or a magician who can break the curse.
"If you know what I mean, it's this guy."
Sylvia referring to the nights next door.
"How many nights, break the curse on him"
"I mean, I'm gonna solve it, I'm gonna buy it, I'm gonna suck it off."
What night removes the drawing board from the bag.
"Ho, that's true!? Oh, thank you very much."
A man who is extremely grateful and crying out.
When several nights sucked the man's curse off the drawing board, a picture floated on the drawing board. It's a painting of a man cutting his nails off.
"Ha, curse buying fee"
"Huh?"
How many nights I give you five 10,000 yen bills, confused man.
"Just take it. For this guy, it's a perception that he bought the curse."
And, Sylvia.
"If you don't accept it, I'll return the curse too ~?"
"Hi-no! Wow, I see. Thank you. Thank you."
In the nights he said with a mean smile, the man rushed to receive the money as he thanked him.
Then another line walks out.
"Steady... are you all that creepy, this place..."
Sylvia with a fed up face.
"Honestly funny sss"
"Right. Funny."
"You guys are crazy..."
Slaughtering Mie Branch and how many nights she seemed to have fun, Sylvia growls even more fed up with her face.
Moving through the woods for a while, I saw strong lights from the front. Clearly different from the lights on the side trees.
I can hear the music playing when I walk further. And countless whispers.
Eventually the four of them went out to the open place. There are quite a few people in the square. In the center stands a giant firewood, and in the firewood stands a statue of the devil with the head of a goat.
Around the firewood, naked men and women were making foolish noises. Singing, dancing, and orgy parties There are also many men and women who are having a good time. There are also same-sex interactions, and Sylvia gets rough.
"It's like Sabatos. Even so, I've never seen Sabato."
Said the butcher Mitsui when he saw the demon statue in the firewood.
"I think that's actually the purpose of imitating that. I've heard this from a visitor who came to my house."
And how many nights.
"There are quite a few outsiders out there."
Kurizo squeaks when he sees that there are obviously more than one mix of non-Japanese races as well.
"It's already a famous festival among overseas magicians and maniacs, and we're talking about more people every year. Few people come to us to curse us to attend the festival, and there are a few familiar faces on this occasion."
I looked over at those who were naked and in the festive fanaticism, and several nights said: But the other person doesn't realize what night.
"I mean, I've been like a festival associate for nights. I wonder why you invited those nights. Until you do it in a way that sends assassins."
Sylvia speaks again of her doubts.
"Are you new here?
That's when a tall, disappointing, stature black middle-aged man who hung a big camera talks to me. He is not naked. I'm dressed properly. A leather jacket and T-shirt with jeans, a regular outfit.
(Is that it? You've seen this guy's face. on a backstreet relationship site, like my face was on it)
When I say a top executive in an intelligence organization, I don't know all the residents on the back street. But Sylvia does look familiar.
"I'm a regular here. Because it feels like it's floating for a long time. Your arms are going to stand, but don't be alarmed. There are so many violent guys here. Some of them are here to kill people."
A man warns me with a strange face. But together, we don't de-alert men. It could alarm you that you don't seem like a bad guy and suddenly set up an unintended strike.
"I know and I've already been attacked. We've been here since the beginning on combat premise."
"I see. Well, people come for a variety of purposes. If you want to fight, you can go that way."
When the man looked at him pointing with his thumb, he saw a blue and black building built in the woods.
"Is it divided by region?
Kurizo asks.
"Somewhat. These are ridiculous neighborhoods. Anyone who wants to kill each other will get some air and not come to us. Assuming that's the kind of guy that came, it would be spilled all at once. Sometimes a rookie, stupid guy gets killed here."
"What's your purpose?
Now Sylvia asks.
"Don't you see this?
A man pointed his thumb at the camera and made him chuckle and laugh lovingly.
"I'm a cursed photographer. He runs around the world and keeps taking rare pictures. There's something strange about it."
"Japanese is good, sucker."
"Even if it looks like this, I was born in Japan and raised in Japan, and I am a Japanese national. It's strange not to be able to talk. Nevertheless, I'm running around the world. Although Japan has the longest activity in Japan because it is very rich in paranormal aspects and can take good pictures."
"Oh, that's right. What's wrong, eh?"
In response to the man's words, the butcher Mitsubishi bows his head with regret.
"What about that building?
Looking up at the blue and black building, Sylvia asks.
"There are a lot of events going on in there every time. I just got here, too. The last time I came in, people and monsters were killing each other. Cannibalism last time. Well, it's often not rough either. It's hard to get there."
The man shrugged his shoulders and answered.
The four then proceed with what the man calls a dangerous district. To check out that dubious blue and black building.
The same number of men and women fall in front of the four men on the narrow road again.
I recognize the faces of the two of them, and Sylvia and the others were severely upset.
"Fox Village, Raccoon Street..."
Kurizo groans. A Silver Storm Hall apprentice warrior, Hoshino Fujimura and the Raccoon City Luncheon, who were held captive and covered with monkeys, stands. Behind it each man stands one man at a time, as if to shield an apprentice warrior.
(You mean they've been harassing us on purpose or something...)
Sylvia understands and trembles in anger.
Further amplifying Sylvia's anger like that happened right in front of her.
From the heart of Raccoon City's lunar vegetable chest, the cutting edge of the sword protruded. The man in the back stabbed him.
Spitting a large amount of blood out of the ape gap, Raccoon City Lunar Vegetables wept and turned his gaze toward his lover, Foxville Startail, his strength fell out of his body.
"Ugh!
Startail Fujimura, who was killed by her lover in front of her, leaks a grieving voice while the monkey is being mocked.
"Hey..."
Cold anger simmers, Sylvia.
The two men take the Fox Village Startail and walk towards the building.
Sylvia shot the rifle and shot through the back of the man who killed Raccoon City Lunar Vegetables and killed him, but the other one with Foxville Startail escaped.
"Don't chase me. A trap."
It was Kurizo and Kittori Mitsubishi trying to rush out to chase after him, but Sylvia stops him in a cold voice. The two of you stop moving.
"Our job is to protect the night. And killing this crappy festival setup."
"Sister. So you can abandon your men?
Check the nights with a strange face.
"There's no way. But I can't help it."
With a cold face, and a cold voice, Sylvia speaks out.
"You're right about your daughter. But - you can break the gate or whatever. I'm going to help. You can't abandon me."
Chestnut san ran out again, to say the least.
"That idiot......"
Sylvia squeezes her fist hard. For some reason, in spite of this situation, momentary but joyful emotions arose.
"I'm going, too, sss! How many nights should our Lord focus on escorting you?"
"Then I'll wait here for you guys to come home"
Sylvia spoke to the slaughterhouse branches chasing after Kurizo.