Curse Return: Demon Void Girl Doesn't Want to Be a Weakling

Because everyone within this barrier knows that she is bloodthirsty.

"The evidence is conclusive."

The judge's sewn-on eyes suddenly opened wide, and blood seeped out.

"Guilty! Confiscation! Death penalty!!!"

Viola's body arched suddenly, and she felt the magical power within her body rapidly draining away as if being pumped out by a water pump.

She collapsed onto the defendant's seat, gasping for breath.

The curse power was surging wildly within his body, and he couldn't gather it up no matter what he did.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, I'm going to die!

"Boom."

The domain has been removed.

The courthouse disappeared from the street, and Hiromi Hitsugaya stood in the middle of the ruins.

A golden sword was materializing in his hand.

The executioner's sword; anyone struck by this sword is certain to die.

Viola collapsed on the ground in front of him. She tried to use her magic power repeatedly, but the spell was confiscated, and the magic power in her body could not be gathered up no matter what she did without a medium.

She tried to stand up, but her knees buckled and gave way.

She looked up and saw the golden sword.

"No, no, don't!"

Hiroshi Nichisawa did not answer; he simply raised his sword and then brought it down.

The sound of the sword blade cutting through the air was very soft.

"Pfft."

Viola's voice stopped abruptly.

She fell to the ground, her blood staining the earth red, and there was no more life.

Hiromi Hiraka exhaled softly, and the executioner's sword in his hand dissipated.

He stood there for a while, then swayed and knelt on one knee.

"Sorry to bother you."

Mashiro stopped two steps away from him, her voice gentle and polite: "I apologize if I may be so bold, but you look... as if you need help?"

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Chapter 183 Business Card

Hiromi Hiraka heard the sound and stood up, supporting himself with his gavel.

He looked warily at the two people standing in front of him.

A white-haired girl followed by a strangely dressed little girl.

The two people standing next to the corpse had little expression on their faces; they were definitely not ordinary sorcerers!

Especially that white-haired girl, the wheel and feathers on her head looked really eerie.

He had just dealt with the last pursuer, and his body and mind were still on edge.

Moreover, the swimmers who returned from the dead and appeared at the scene of the battle were definitely not good people.

Hiroshi Nichisawa saw the gavel in his hand grow longer, and the little remaining magical power was forcibly condensed.

Who are you?

His voice was cold and clearly hostile.

"Don't be nervous, we mean no harm."

Mashiro smiled slightly, unaware that this only increased Hiromi Hirashino's suspicions.

"To say there was no malice in this game of death and rebirth?"

Hiroki Hiraka took half a step forward, and the magical power on his gavel fluctuated: "The last person to say that is already dead."

The little deer sensed the fluctuations of the cursed power and gripped the iron rod tightly behind Mashiro.

She gently poked Mashiro's back and asked in a low voice, "It seems like this isn't going to be easy to talk to. Should I just knock him out first...?"

"Wait, wait."

Mashiro raised her hand, interrupting Shika's words and also stopping the approaching car.

Why make things so tense?

Mashiro waved her hand and said helplessly, "Let me give you my business card first."

Hiroshi Nichisha paused for a moment.

He had considered many scenarios.

For example, a sneak attack, negotiation, or, like in Chinese martial arts novels, announcing one's name and then taking action.

He hadn't expected to hand over a business card in such a formal way, like in an accounting firm.

"Oh, this one, this one."

Mashiro pulled out her business card from her pocket and handed it over.

The bureaucratic style, so different from the survival of the fittest, made Hiromi Nichisha feel a bit out of place.

He hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and took the business card.

The business card was very simple, with white background and black lettering, containing only a few large characters and the name and job title.

It reads: Special Advisor for High-Level Spellcasting, Kujo Mashiro.

"This is from before. I was recently promoted, and I haven't had time to make the business cards yet."

Hiromi Hinoki stared at the name on the business card for two seconds, then looked up at Mashiro.

"Kujo Mashiro."

He repeated the name, a name he had never heard before.

But his status as a special advisor to the Sorcery Specialist piqued his curiosity.

The term "highly skilled in sorcery" means that there exists a specialized organization similar to an official one.

As a sorcerer who had just awakened during the Death's Return, this was all information he was unaware of.

What's even more concerning is that he felt there was something familiar about the person in front of him.

What do you want from me?

"Oh, as expected of a Japanese car lawyer, you're quick to accept the information."

Mashiro nodded slightly. "Would you believe me if I said I came here to recruit you?"

"You want to recruit me?"

Hiromi Hiraka frowned and said bluntly, "Excuse me for being blunt, but this is the first time we've met."

"Huh? I copied it once and still can't remember?"

Mashiro paused, her tone slightly embarrassed.

She thought that was enough; it seems Hiromi Nichisha had long forgotten about her.

Mashiro scratched her head and took out the business card that Hiromi Hinoki had given her earlier.

"Take a look at this business card."

Mashiro handed the business card forward again, and Hiromi Hirakawa remained silent for two seconds before reaching out to take it.

He looked down at the paper; it was plain and unremarkable, carrying with it the last faint, lingering fragrance.

He flipped it over and glanced at it, then his gaze settled on the four characters “日車宽見”.

That's his own business card!

Upon seeing the business card he had personally handed out, I glanced again at Mashiro's signature hair color.

Memories flooded back like a tide.

The park, the benches, and the faint smell of fried noodles and bread.

A white-haired little girl wearing a baseball cap sat next to him, bearing visible scars despite treatment.

At the time, he thought he had experienced something like domestic violence or bullying.

It now appears that the exorcising spirit was injured.

Then the person took the business card he handed over and read out his name.

Before leaving, he said some things that were unclear.

Oh, it was her.

Hiroshi Nichisha stopped holding the business card.

He raised his head and looked at the white-haired girl in front of him again.

He seems to be taller than before... but no.

But her aura is completely different now; she exudes an aura that only someone in a high position can possess.

He wouldn't have made that connection if he hadn't seen his own business card.

"You were the previous..."