Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"There's more than one. I need to go check it out. There may be some troublesome ritual that has already begun."

"If anything unexpected happens, just kill her, just like... last time."

After saying a few words in a hurry, Mori Yuesa picked up her skirt and ran outside.

Agatsuma Yuno nodded, "Be safe, Yuesa."

"You look so beautiful today."

What responded to her was Mori Yuesha's back and the girl's lively wave.

boom.

The locker room door was closed.

"You are also a contactee..."

Saki Nakajima, lying in a pool of blood, said hatefully.

Although half of her face was sunken, the power of the mist was still crawling in her body, providing the girl with a faint chance of life.

This allowed her to last long enough to finish the ritual and repair her face.

"I?"

Agatsuma Yuno pointed at herself.

Of course.

If they were not contacts, they would definitely not have such a strong force - before entering the door, the two of them wrestled for a while.

Saki Nakajima lost.

"It's Mori Tsukisa again! What's so good about her?! Everyone is helping her!!"

Saki Nakajima clenched her fists tightly, the blood flowed more and more, and the entire carpet was dyed red.

"Azuma Yuno, we...we are calling the mist. Do you know the mist?"

"He will make us immortal!"

"Eternal life! Endless power! Do you want it?"

"I can help you!"

Agatsuma Yuno sat on a rectangular backless chair, leisurely crossed her legs, listening to Saki Nakajima who was crawling slowly in front of her feet and her seductive words bit by bit.

"Mist, the Mistborn will come here."

"None of you can stop it. You and Mori Yuesha are just two people who have come into contact with it..."

"Want to protect her?"

"If you let me go..."

Agatsuma Yuno picked up the meat knife, placed the blade against her palm, and looked at it over and over.

The shining blade reflected the girl's pink hair.

Chapter 37 The Last Rite

The chattering Saki Nakajima touched Yuno Agatsuma's leg.

Her five fingers tightly grasped Yuno's ankles, and she looked at her with her only remaining eyes.

The blood blurred my vision.

In the quiet locker room, the only sound was the sound of water squeezing muscles as bugs slithered in and out.

The blood formed a mirror, reflecting the indifferent face of Yuno Agatsuma. The girl was playing with the meat cleaver, twisting the wooden handle between her fingertips.

She looked curiously at the half face at her feet: "Nakajima-san, do you hate Mori Yuesha?"

silence.

"Well, I don't mean anything else." Yuno Agatsuma stared at the blade with her eyes fixed: "I'm not very interested in your mist."

“I’m just curious…”

Agatsuma Yuno grinned, and the silver blade flashed: "Do you hate Mori Yuesa?"

Repeated again.

Saki Nakajima held the opponent's ankle tightly.

"Hate." The girl replied sullenly, "So what?"

"Misty——"

Agatsuma Yuno snapped her fingers and interrupted the other party: "How much do you hate?"

How much hatred?

Half of her face was moving, and Saki Nakajima looked over in confusion.

"How much do you hate him? Like, do you hate him so much that you want to kill him with a knife?"

Nakajima Saki smiled self-deprecatingly: "No, if it's hatred, then no."

"There is no hatred between me and Mori Yuesha."

"then you--"

"But I just want to kill her!"

Half of the face suddenly became hideous!

The squeezing and distorting of her facial features caused the insects under her skin to swarm together, and several wriggling lumps appeared on the girl's fair face.

"Why! She has so much!"

"Wealth, looks, and—"

Several insect legs appeared on Saki Nakajima's distorted face, and the bristles were like extremely thick sweat hairs, growing black tentacles on her face.

"I just want to kill her, what's the problem?"

"All mortals are prey!"

Saying something she didn't know where she came from, Nakajima Saki looked at Agatsuma Yuno proudly: "I can promise you to let Mori Yuesha go. After the fog falls, I will convince..."

She read out a name.

"I'll let you two serve me reluctantly as contacts of the mist..."

Agatsuma Yuno happily flicked the blade with her fingers, and the iron made a slight 'ding' sound.

"Great!"

She smiled, showing her white teeth: "It's great that you hate her so much!"

While Saki Nakajima was looking stunned, Yuno Agatsuma suddenly stood up.

She rode on Saki Nakajima's back——

One hand went straight down, firmly grasped Saki Nakajima's long hair, and pulled it up hard against her scalp!

The other hand held a knife and placed the blade on the opponent's neck...

"My wife!!"

Saki Nakajima howled and her body began to struggle and twist wildly!

She has already guessed what Yuno Agatsuma is going to do!

"whee……"

"Don't move, start sawing wood."

While speaking strangely, Yuno Agatsuma started to move her right hand.

With his left hand, he pulled her hair tightly, forcing Nakajima Saki to raise her head, revealing her white and tender neck.

The right hand holding the knife slowly exerts force, just like pulling a saw chain, and the meat cleaver keeps cutting left and right!

puff--

Hiss——

The sound of the blade cutting through the skin is also the sound of the trachea being torn apart.

"My wife...I..."

Gumbling.

Blood gushed from the arteries, flooding the trachea.

Saki Nakajima couldn't make any sound and could only feel the blood pumping from her heart slowly flooding her breathing passage.

Agatsuma Yuno was still cutting left and right on her own.

Unlike a sharp machete, this household meat-cutting knife cannot cut through thick flesh in one stroke.

The only way to do this is to straighten the head, make the neck completely straight, and then use the blade to saw it off back and forth over and over again.

"I am sawing wood, sawing wood, sawing wood..."

"The tree has grown for hundreds of years. Today I come to saw the wood..."

Agatsuma Yuno hummed a song and let the slippery blood flood her right hand.

Saki Nakajima was twitching wildly, her eyes were lifeless, and only the sound of "ho ho" could be heard from her slightly open mouth.

"Sawing wood, sawing wood, left and right..."

"What should I do if I can't finish sawing it? I'll saw it one step forward and one step back..."

The arm kept cutting to the left and right, tearing the skin and throat. When it met the cervical vertebrae, a rough bone grinding sound began to appear. Blood gurgled all over the ground, reflecting the despair of the dead and the joy of the living like a deep red mirror.

Click, click, click.

Saki Nakajima had long been silent.

Yuno Agatsuma was riding on the girl's back. At this time, she could vaguely pull her head away from her body.

There is only a small piece of skin at the connection point.

The blade was swung with skillful technique.

Agatsuma Yuno grabbed Saki Nakajima's hair and shook it, then threw the knife down.

She dropped her arms in disgust and wiped her bloody palms on the other person's skirt.

In the bloody hell-like scene, Yuno Agatsuma stood up, holding the book, put it on the chair, then tiptoed to take off her backpack from the hook on the wall.

Pinch out the diary.

【Blind (Pre-III):

[Those who resent and envy the one I love are my enemies! ]

【Through accurate judgment, kill a creature that hates its lover.】

[The target must have a hatred for the 'lover' close to the highest level, otherwise the ritual will fail.]

【You still need to hide your behavior. 】

【You only have one chance.】

The marks on the notes slowly faded.

Then, the fourth paragraph appeared on the next page.

Agatsuma Yuno pursed her lips and turned the page - this was probably the last preparatory ceremony.

Because of this pre-production...

【True Blood (Prelude IV):

【Die once for him/her. 】

[Holding deep and dark love, throwing oneself into death. The wound of the girl will bloom into a rotten flower. ]