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Chapter 403 Kagerou Project
"Hmm...it's an unfamiliar ceiling?"

Having not spoken such lines in a long time, Jagi slowly climbed up from the soft tatami mat and opened the door.

After opening the door, you can see a central courtyard paved with pebbles and planted with beautiful pine trees. Further away, there is a low screen, and outside the screen is a spacious cherry blossom garden with countless cherry blossom trees.

Before him stood the young lady of Saigyouji, dressed in a sky-blue ghost outfit, exuding an ethereal aura.

At the same time, a figure with flowing silver hair and dressed in green and white was flitting among the endless cherry trees, flying up and down like a butterfly in flight.

That was a loyal half-spirit gardener with two swords at his waist, sweeping the vast, deserted courtyard at a speed that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

Needless to say, this is the center of the underworld, a place called "Hakugyokurou," which is also the residence of Saigyouji Yuyuko, the "spirit of Huaxu."

"woke up?"

A girl with cherry-red hair and pink eyes floated over in a daze, her body slightly unreal, but when she saw Jagi come out, her eyes widened and her face was full of joy.

Unlike the other yokai who were beaten up by Jagi hundreds of years ago, Yuyuko is one of the few who received help. Apart from Yukari Yakumo's mansion, Hakugyokurou's side has the best favorability and reputation.

While Yakumo Yukari was negotiating with the others, the unconscious Jagi was naturally taken back to the Hakugyokurou in the Underworld by Yuyuko.

"correct!"

Yuyuko's eyes suddenly lit up. Under her ability to induce death, any living being that gets close to her will have suicidal impulses. And Jagi is the first guest of Hakugyokurou in all these years, apart from Yakumo Yukari.

Besides, she has many benefactors who have helped her, and now is a good opportunity to repay their kindness!

I will always be grateful for any kindness shown to me!

The daughter of the Western Song Saint is not some ungrateful wretched person.

As for how she expressed her gratitude...

Although she has taken control of the Saigyou Ayakashi and possesses an immense death aura—a death ability that even ordinary Berserkers wouldn't want to provoke—she'd rather not fight for Jagi. She'd be better off as a cheerleader.

Therefore, there is only one left.

"My goddess~ I'm so hungry, hurry up and cook~~ We have guests today~"

The pink-haired girl tilted her head and looked at the enchantress, implying that she wanted more today.

He came to Baiyulou, but he didn't learn anything except how to treat people to meals.

The story between this master and servant is mostly about such ordinary daily life.

The current enchantress is no longer the sharp blade she once was, drawn to protect her lord; she is now just an ordinary gardener.

However, in order to serve the starving ghost princess, the gardener and chef, the demoness, probably had enough work in a day to film an entire season of "Today's Menu for the Saigyouji Family." If it weren't for her half-human, half-spirit constitution, she would have given up long ago.

Baiyulou's financial crisis has become serious.

"You...You...Zi...Da...Ren!"

Yao Ji originally wanted to yell at this hungry woman, but when she saw Yu Yuko's eyes welling up with tears and her preparing to roll on the ground and act cute, she couldn't help but soften her heart.

With a sigh, the courtier shook his head and gave in.

Jacques looked at the enchantress, who had put down her broom and picked up her cooking utensils, with a rather sympathetic gaze, only to be met with the same look in return.

"What, what did you do?" Jia Ji trembled under the gaze of the enchantress, sensing something was wrong. He subconsciously touched his forehead, the spot where the repentance stick had struck him.

"It's swollen... swollen."

His head was swollen high, as if he had been hit by a "Big Dipper Eight-Smash Nine-Severing" attack, his horns and fins were prominent.

Memories forgotten by instinct resurfaced in his mind…

"boom!!!"

After the staff of repentance swung down, a terrifying and violent tremor and roar occurred. The earth trembled violently, and then, centered on Jagi, a huge depression resembling a meteorite crater formed on the entire hard surface of the Secret Heaven Cliff, almost causing it to collapse.

The blow made him feel like he was about to be reborn, seeing stars and feeling dizzy. He even had the illusion that if he were to go to the River of Three Crossings and swim naked with ancient creatures in a little while, he would be taken away by a red-haired, big-breasted Grim Reaper.

This year is unlucky; I've even been targeted by Yama.

Among long-lived humans, there are also cases of those burdened with excessive sins. If there is indeed a possibility that they will fall into hell after death, as long as they are on leave, Lord Yama will directly warn them and urge them to repent.

Although Jagi is young, he is a veteran of countless battles, leaving rivers of blood and corpses in his wake wherever he goes. It is not surprising that he was targeted by the overly responsible Yama.

Moreover, he deliberately took the hit head-on.

After all, the thought of racking his brains to spout nonsense in front of Enma, who has the "ability to distinguish right from wrong," and fooling those monsters, only to be struck down by the Staff of Repentance, made it easier to just pretend to faint and faint.

After all, the Staff of Repentance isn't an offensive tool, but rather a support-type Noble Phantasm—

"It's been so long since I had a good night's sleep."

Although he didn't feel that the sins he carried had lessened, and of course he wouldn't go to hell after death, but would go to the afterlife, he felt refreshed after being hit with the stick.

What? A bump on your head?
Anyone who dares to laugh should be prepared to take a punch.

tear-

A dark slit opened up the space around Jagi, revealing eyes with a bow tie that felt strangely familiar to him.

An elegant figure in purple stepped out unhurriedly and sat down beside Jagi.

When are you planning to hold the event?

Jagi looked at the deep purple sky of the underworld and asked casually.

The underworld is the world of the dead. The fish, insects, birds and beasts here are all dead. They do not make a sound and can only move silently. Even the princess of the dead and the half-spirit priest move very quietly. He and the sage of the demons are the alien beings who do not belong here.

"Hmm... According to the observation of that Moon-headed One, the nearest time is the Blazing Day (August 15th). Kasen and I think it's good, and the god Modara agrees as well."

Yukari Yakumo looked somewhat tired, but she couldn't hide the excitement in her eyes.

"Oh, the scorching sun..."

Jagi nodded, indicating he understood. "The Blazing Sun is a world that never ends, an endless August 15th. Those who die on that day are constantly drawn into another world, much like the 'Forgotten Ones' disappearing into Gensokyo. It truly is a good day..."

"What kind of setting are you talking about now?!"

(End of this chapter)