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0101 Black Magic [Please Subscribe]

"I think the master must have had romantic feelings for her, definitely more than he loved the deceased old lady."

"Who exactly is this person named Beaterich? What is she doing right now?"

"As far as I know, she passed away before the house was finished."

"already dead."

"Yes, the master is very sad. He has devoted himself to studying black magic, hoping to find a way to resurrect Miss Beatrice. The master loves Miss Beatrice deeply, so much so that he is crazy about her."

Genji spread his hands, showing us the room filled with the madness of Ushiromiya Kinzo. Everyone was speechless. Most people, upon hearing about black magic, would only feel uncomfortable and couldn't possibly understand what someone obsessed with it was thinking.

Everyone says that Ushiromiya Kinzo is an "eccentric" who revived the Ushiromiya family with a crazy urge, and no one tries to understand him.

In Ushiromiya Kinzo's heart, there was only a sorrow of losing his beloved yet being unable to give up. The room, which had just been uncomfortable, suddenly became completely understandable.

These disturbingly large collections of books, magic circles, and medicines—all of them exist for one purpose: to resurrect a woman who has been dead for over thirty years.

"Once, the master was drunk and told me about Miss Beatrice. I've forgotten the details, but he really, really loved Miss Beatrice deeply. Even I, a woman, felt so envious when I heard that."

After Kumazawa finished speaking, Nanjo continued.

"When Mr. Ushiromiya Kinzo succeeded as the head of the Ushiromiya family, the few surviving elders of the Ushiromiya family decided on his marriage to the deceased old lady."

"So, they forced Grandpa to marry a woman who would benefit the Ushiromiya family?"

"That's right. They appointed Mr. Ushiromiya Kinzo as the head of the family in order to revive the entire family. All the burdens have fallen on his shoulders. But we don't know where Mr. Ushiromiya Kinzo is or how he met Beatrice."

"It would be too vulgar to say anything more." It was only at that time that Ushiromiya Kinzo truly fell in love. To know how deep his feelings were, it was actually quite simple.

The entire study was crammed with books related to dark magic.

Ushiromiya Kinzo has locked himself here day after day, burying himself in research until today. The days have been so long that just thinking about them makes one dizzy.

All of this makes one feel how much Kinzo Ushiromiya loved Beatrice. "Genji-haku, I... I've been misunderstanding all along."

What have you misunderstood?

"I always thought that the servants would blindly believe in witches because they were influenced by my grandfather's disgusting black magic addiction. But it turns out that's not the case."

Whether they believed that Beaterich's soul was resurrected and existed in this mansion, they wanted to comfort Kinzo Ushiromiya's heart. Genji closed his eyes, revealing a look as if he were recalling distant memories, but he remained silent.

Most likely, it was because revealing this would be a grave betrayal of his only master, even in death. Beatetrick had been resurrected as a witch and still remained in this mansion. Genji spoke of it, believed it, and convinced others to believe it as well, before taking the secret to their graves. Perhaps this was the last thing he could do for his master.

Whispers among the servants gradually transformed the witch's legend into a ghost story on Rokkenjima Island. But the truth behind this legend was a tragic lie told to King Kinzo Ushiromiya, who had lost his beloved—no, it should be described as a sentiment.

“I remember saying many times in front of my father-in-law that I denied the existence of witches. Now I know how deeply those words hurt him.”

"Now I understand. If only black magic can revive Shanon, I will immediately take over this room and start researching it."

"..."

Another tear rolled down Rangzhi's eye.

Whether it counts as crying along with someone else or not, Zhu Zhixiang's eyes were also filled with tears, and she sobbed softly.

“Beatel said that she would be resurrected soon and that we would meet again soon.”

The gate to the land of gold will soon open.

That is the Promised Land, shining with golden light, where the souls of all the dead can be resurrected, and even lost love can be restored, and I will sleep forever in that peaceful world.

"She said that? That's what Beatrice, who gave the letter to Maria, said?"

You probably don't believe me, do you?

"If Grandpa were here, he would be so happy to hear this. Knowing that Beatrice is about to be resurrected, I believe he would be overjoyed. I believe that if just by believing, I can make Grandpa believe that he spent most of his life studying black magic to resurrect the soul of his beloved woman, and that Grandpa can leave with a smile, then I am willing to believe it."

"Lin Yan."

"My long-standing love for a woman has touched those around me, turning lies into truth. You could say it's just that people don't want to say it out loud, but now I would call it magic."

"This isn't a sentiment, really, it's magic, it's a witch. Sure enough, no one can see Beatrice."

For a while afterward, all I could hear was the sound of rain, and I wondered what kind of love and madness the owner of this study had spent the rest of his life in. "As a woman, I really want to understand my father-in-law's pure love, but if I do that, my mother-in-law will have no right to object."

"Haha, I agree. Cheating is cheating, and trying to beautify it is unbearable."

"That's true, Grandma is pitiful."

"Have you heard that Beatrice and her grandfather had a child together?"

The keyword "Beatrice" appears everywhere in this incident. Given this, it's not surprising that people would suspect that the crime was committed by someone related to Beatrice by blood.

"No, I have never heard of such a thing."

After hearing Genji's answer, let Osamu continue.

"If my grandfather and his beloved had a child, I believe he would have poured all his love into the child. But since my grandfather did not do that and instead devoted himself to studying black magic, it probably means that my grandfather and she did not have a child."

"Speaking of this, I've heard a rumor, you've probably heard it too, right? It's that Grandpa made a huge donation to an orphanage called Gospel House."

"Stop talking, this is just slandering your father-in-law."

“Aunt Xiafei, please tell us. Since everyone says we shouldn’t keep secrets, I think Aunt Xiafei is no exception.”

"It's just a ridiculous rumor. My father-in-law makes huge donations to the orphanage and allows people who grew up there to work as servants in our home as a way for them to integrate into society. But some people are spreading exaggerated rumors that he has some shady hobby. That's all."

0102 The Cursed Inscription [Please Subscribe]

"For a while, there were even rumors that my grandfather was using them as living sacrifices for black magic, and that many suspicious experiments and rituals were indeed being carried out in this study, so I was also skeptical at times."

"Who are the servants from this Gospel House?"

“There are several. The family meeting scheduled two people for this session: Shanin and Jiayin.” They were hired from the orphanage to serve as human sacrifices to resurrect Beatetrich.

"Indeed, Grandpa always chose young children like Shanin or Jiayin to be his servants. I used to believe that Grandpa really had some strange hobbies."

"Zhu Zhixiang, watch your words."

The rebuke from Consort Xia of the Right Palace immediately created an awkward atmosphere, and everyone fell silent. However, Lin Yan had a feeling that something was amiss.

Human sacrifice. Human sacrifice, offerings brought from an orphanage—what's wrong with that? The sensational term "human sacrifice" isn't something you see everywhere.

Something is stuck in my memory and I can't get it out.

Beatrice, what do you know?

Lin Yan walked up to the portrait of Beatrice.

Although not as large as the one in the hall, this painting was certainly commissioned from a renowned artist, and despite its smaller size, it still exudes majesty.

Below the portrait, just like in the entrance hall, is an inscription hinting at the location where the gold is hidden.

"...The living sacrifice is right here."

"Lin Yan, what are you saying? Don't suddenly say things that make people uncomfortable, okay?"

"Six living sacrifices are needed."

Lin Yan's eyes widened, realizing that the inscription had foreseen all of this.

The crowd immediately surged over, their expressions mirroring his astonishment.

That's what the inscription says.

On the first night, the six chosen by the key were offered as living sacrifices.

"There's no mistake. Six people died at the beginning, and then the magic circle drawn on the iron gate had a message written in Hebrew: 'Offer a living sacrifice.'"

"I said it from the beginning."

Maria said this, and Lin Yan recalled that Maria had said it at the beginning. When they found the bodies of the six people, Maria, who was watching TV in the living room, said this.

"The prisoners aren't human; they're merely living sacrifices chosen by the key."

"This isn't about a place to hide gold. It's about the steps of a resurrection ritual, like some kind of black magic. The inscription does indeed say that a lot of 'death' is required."

"Indeed. Just those directly mentioned in the text number 6 + 2 + 5, totaling thirteen people."

How many people usually live on this island?

"It depends on the servants' schedule, but usually it's my father-in-law, my husband, Zhu Zhixiang, plus two or three servants. There are a total of five servants these days, but usually there aren't that many."

"In other words, there wouldn't be enough living sacrifices to perform this 'ritual' normally. No, that's not how it works. There's a rumor that the reason Grandpa hired servants from the orphanage was to use them as living sacrifices for those strange rituals."

"What does that mean? It means that in order to increase the number of living sacrifices, more servants are deliberately hired, and the annual family meeting will gather even more people, which is also the only opportunity in the year to carry out this ritual."

When Zhu Zhixiang shouted these words, Maria seemed extremely pleased and laughed in that unsettling voice.

"Sometimes people try their luck by making wishes about things that might not even happen, don't they?"

For example, if you throw a wooden clog and the front side faces up, it means the weather will clear up tomorrow.

Or if the coin lands heads up, tomorrow will be a good day.

These kinds of minor superstitions are everywhere.

When a person feels they can't stand their bad luck, and happens to roll three sixes on the dice, they might want to believe it's a sign of some kind of miracle.

The probability of finding the right or wrong side of a wooden clog is approximately one in two.

Even if you roll heads, you don't feel that amazing, but if you unconsciously roll three sixes in a row, you'll definitely believe it's some kind of miracle.

"Magic also has this concept. If you pray with all your heart that the dice will roll an almost impossible number, and when you actually roll a miraculous number, the accumulated power of your prayers will manifest as magic. The magic that Grandpa wanted to perform mostly belonged to this category. The key would randomly select a living sacrifice, and Grandpa chose the day with the most people on the island to perform the ritual, trying his best to avoid having the key draw on himself."

"Ridiculous. Are you suggesting that all of this was just a bizarre magical ritual?" Natsumi Ushiromiya shouted, her mind filled with the fear that she might have only survived thanks to the scorpion amulet. If it weren't for Jika giving her that amulet, she might have been one of the six victims. And what's most strange is that the amulet was clearly hanging inside the room, yet the door wasn't breached.

The murderer understood from outside the door that there was a talisman inside, and therefore did not open the door.

Humans couldn't possibly sense this. The amulet prevented some non-human entity from intruding—a non-human entity. Impossible, impossible, impossible.

“However, Lady Natsumi Ushiro-no-miya, the content of this inscription does indeed match the later events,” Kumazawa continued, picking up where Nanjo left off.

"On the second night, the remaining people should tear apart the two people who are leaning on each other. Does this refer to Miss Huiyu and her husband?"

"It's very hard to accept, but we have to explain it this way. After all, after killing my parents, the murderer wrote the words 'Third Night' on the letter and left it at the scene."

"That's true. The murderer completed part of the second night's plan and left part of the third night at the scene. The third night's plan is exactly what Aunt Xiafei just read."

"On the third night, the remaining people should loudly praise my name." Doesn't this mean the matter isn't over yet?

On the fourth night, they cut open the head of the sacrificial offering and killed it.

They cut open the head and killed the sacrificial offering.

Huiyu and the others died because their heads were gouged out by the "Demon Ice Spike," but they should be counted as the second night. Who else had their heads gouged out besides them?

“It was Grandpa. He was thrown into the incinerator and burned, so I didn’t notice him at first, but Grandpa’s forehead, no, I should say his head was also gouged out.”

“Grandpa was the victim of the fourth night…and Jia Yin…”

“‘To cut open the chest and kill the sacrifice,’ I originally thought that Jia Yin was killed because she suddenly encountered the murderer, but that’s not the case. The murderer planned to lure out someone from the beginning and stab that person in the chest.” Princess Natsumi said after hearing what Ryouji said.

"If the murderer was following the inscription, does he mean he would only stop when three more people die?"

On the sixth night, they cut open the abdomen of the sacrificial offering and killed it.

On the seventh night, the kneecaps were cut open, and the sacrificial offering was killed.

On the eighth night, they gouged out the feet of the sacrificial offering and killed it.

"Indeed, that's one way to interpret it."

January 0103rd, the ninth night: the witch resurrected, and no one survived. [Please subscribe]

"No, I'm afraid not. After three more people die, it will be the ninth night. You see..."

On the ninth night, the witch resurrected, and no one survived.

“We will all be killed by Beaterich.”

"It's inexplicable. No matter how many people are there, they will all die in the end. What is Grandpa's purpose? If the ritual continues like this, Grandpa himself will definitely not survive either."

At that moment, Maria murmured.

"It doesn't matter if no one survives. On the tenth night, we will reach the land of gold."

On the tenth night, the journey ended, and we arrived in the land of gold.

The witch will praise the wise man and bestow upon him four treasures.