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

Gojo Satoru leaned back in a chair at the end of the long table, his legs propped up on the table, twirling a pen with the cap off in his hand.

Wasn't it supposed to be four people?

The last spot, of course, belongs to her.

“You stay here,” Mashiro said to Kokichi.

Then, to Kokichi's astonishment, she walked over to Gojo Satoru and sat down against the wall, her wings obscuring her eyes and making her expression unreadable.

Kokichi and I stood at the other end of the long table, the lamplight casting our shadows on the ground.

He stood there, stunned, looking at the four people sitting in front of him, with his principal at the head of the table.

Because Leyan Temple deliberately controlled the flow of information, most people were unaware of what had happened and thought it was the same as usual.

Kokichi was one of them, and now he didn't know how to react.

Are they high-ranking officials? What about those who came before?

Could it be that they were all...?

He dared not think any further; the sky over the world of sorcery was ultimately dark...

No, these all seem to be people he knows. Could it be that it's dawn?

Kokichi stood there, bewildered and uncertain. On the seat, Yama coughed twice and pulled out a document from the pile in front of him—Kokichi's information.

"Yuko, second-year student at Kyoto Prefectural High School of Curses." Nightmoth read the contents of the paper, her tone steady, "Bound by a curse from heaven, his body is incomplete."

Having read this far, he glanced at Yukichi, who was now in good health, and remained silent for a while before speaking again.

"How much information have you provided to curse masters and spirit mediums in the past three months?"

After a moment of silence, Kokichi slowly spoke.

“There are many, too many to count,” Yukichi said. “I can provide some information to almost anyone who asks me.”

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"The most recent one was the distribution of participants at the exchange meeting."

Moth put down the paper and tapped her fingers lightly twice on the table.

Leyan Temple didn't say a word from the beginning; he just quietly watched his students.

"Do you know what the consequences of this intelligence have been?" Moth's voice deepened, carrying a sense of oppression.

“I know,” Yukichi said. “During the exchange meeting, a special-grade cursed spirit invaded, and the cursed items were stolen.”

"But you did it anyway."

"But I did it anyway."

"Why?" Leyan Temple finally spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse, seemingly carrying a hint of disappointment.

Kokichi lowered his head, looking at his fists that had become clenched without him even realizing it.

“My body is already broken and tattered.” He tried to remain calm, but he still trembled in front of his mentor. “If I could be restored to normal, I would do anything for you.”

He let go of her hand.

“A curse master with stitches on his forehead came to me and said he could cure me on the condition that I become his mole at the college.”

"You agreed?" Leyan Temple said.

“Yes.” Kokichi looked up, his eyes unwavering. “Just like I said, I didn’t hesitate.”

The council chamber remained quiet for a long time, with only the hum of the air conditioner and the sound of Gojo Satoru spinning his pen remaining.

“Yoshikichi, do you know what this is called?” Rakuganji stared into his eyes.

"I know, it's betrayal."

“According to the rules of sorcery, colluding with curse masters, leaking mission information, etc.,” Leyan Temple glanced at Nightmoth, whose fingers tapped lightly on the table, “each one of these is enough to sentence you to death.”

Kokichi didn't speak; he knew these were all unforgivable sins.

"What do you want to say?"

"Have."

"explain."

“I know I have betrayed the college, betrayed everyone who trusted me, and the death penalty is enough.” He raised his eyes and looked at the four people across the long table in turn. “But I ask for a chance.”

"What opportunity?" Leyan Temple asked.

"You'll be dealing with that guy next," Yukichi told him, recounting all the information he knew. "He'll make his move in a crowded place, but we don't know exactly where."

"His top-tier cursed spirits include real beings whose techniques are called 'Wuwei Transformation,' capable of directly altering the soul. There's also Louhu, a curse from a volcano..."

"I can cover the entire Shibuya area, monitor the fluctuations of magical energy in real time, and synchronize all communications. I still have value."

He paused, his throat dry, "Let me use this to make amends."

He spoke quickly, as if these words had been weighing on his mind for far too long.

He took a deep breath and revealed the last piece of bombshell news he knew.

"And they also plan to seal away Gojo Satoru."

Upon hearing this, almost everyone in the council chamber looked at Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru stopped twirling his pen. He turned his head, revealing half an eye above his sunglasses. That look sent a chill down Kokichi's spine.

"Seal me off?" Gojo Satoru's tone was nonchalant, as if he had heard a joke. "Then they had some foresight, knowing that I was invincible."

Moth shook its head and continued to ask, "Then do you know how they sealed it?"

Yukichi shook his head: "I don't know the specific methods. They won't let me access the core plan."

Leyan Temple's cane struck the ground heavily, drawing everyone's attention back to the temple.

“With Kokichi,” he said slowly, “every piece of information you provide will be verified afterward, and if even a single word is false…”

“There’s no lie.” Yukichi interrupted him, somewhat agitated, then realized what he had done and lowered his head. “I’m sorry, I can pledge myself to never lie.”

Leyan Temple stared at him for a long time, looking at the student, and suddenly asked him, "What makes you so eager to live?"

"Because I'm not willing to accept it."

Kokichi's voice was very soft. He raised his head and looked at Rakuganji.

"Principal, I don't want to die, not because I'm afraid of death, but because I'm unwilling to accept it. I finally have a healthy body, and I want to be with everyone..."

Leyan Temple fell silent and did not continue.

After a long pause, he looked at Mashiro and Gojo Satoru: "What are your opinions?"

Leyan Temple knew perfectly well that their questions were useless; the specifics of what to do depended on the two people sitting next to them.

“He has confessed everything, so let’s give him a chance,” Mashiro said. “The great battle is just around the corner, and every bit of strength we can muster is crucial.”

"Mashiro can decide."

Noctua and Leyan Temple exchanged a glance.

“Yokoji.” Rakanji stood up, leaning on his cane, and walked up to Yokoji. “Your sorcerer qualification is frozen, and your weapons are confiscated.”

"During the mission, you are prohibited from entering the high-level listening room. Communications command will be directly supervised by Ijichi. Every word you say will be recorded and every piece of intelligence will be cross-verified."

As Yukichi looked at the teacher in front of him, a warmth gradually appeared in his eyes.

He blinked quickly and whispered, "I understand..."

"Then show me."

Kokichi bowed his head deeply, maintaining this posture until Rakanji's cane struck the ground.

"Go out and report to Ijichi."

Kokichi straightened up, took two steps back, and then bowed to Yagami, Mashiro, and Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru smiled slightly and waved his hand, telling him to hurry up and leave.

He stopped at the door, placed his hand on the doorknob, and spoke after a few seconds.

"headmaster."

Leyan Temple did not turn back.

"Thank you."

Chapter 99 Sealing

The door closed, and the sound of footsteps faded into the distance along the corridor.

Leyan Temple sat down again, leaning his cane against the armrest, and let out a long sigh.

“We don’t have much time left,” he told Moth. “We need to fill the vacancies as soon as possible and get back to operation.”

Moth nodded, put the paper into the folder, stood up and walked out.

Before leaving, he told Gojo Satoru, "Think carefully about the sealing matter yourself."

"I know, I know," Gojo Satoru said casually, completely disregarding the seal.

Moth didn't say anything more, and went out the door.

Only three people remained in the council chamber. Rakuganji stood up, leaning on his cane, looked at Gojo Satoru, then at Mashiro, and finally just shook his head before leaving.

The lights above the long table hummed, and Gojo Satoru leaned back in his chair, blinking a few times at the ceiling.

“You originally intended to spare his life, didn’t you?” Gojo Satoru said.

"Correct."

"Why? Because of his abilities?"

“That’s not the point.” Mashiro smiled and mimicked Gojo Satoru’s tone, “Because I’m a good advisor who cares about the students.”

Gojo Satoru was speechless and could only shrug.

Then his expression gradually became serious, and he looked at Mashiro and said, "Mashiro, how much do you know?"

Mashiro sat on the slightly high chair next to him, remained silent for a while, and then sighed.