The Yuigahama household.
Taking advantage of Mrs. Yuigahama's absence, Yui Yuigahama invited Yukino Yukinoshita, Utaha, and Yotsuya Miko inside.
Utaha scanned the area, and after seeing no outrageous Curse Spirits, she left it to Miko.
This kind of Curse Spirit was of no use to her current level.
Yotsuya Miko had a special ability effective against spirit-type creatures.
She walked casually through the Yuigahama house, poking them one by one.
Those Curse Spirits were like balloons, popped directly by Yotsuya Miko.
Seeing such a simple and calm exorcism, Yukino Yukinoshita and Yui Yuigahama both fell silent.
The Curse Spirits that usually made them live in fear were like fragile items in Yotsuya Miko's hands.
This was the gap between ordinary people and those with supernatural abilities.
Yukino Yukinoshita was now feeling some regret.
A Familia... a flash of memory crossed her eyes.
She felt a faint sense of regret in her heart.
Initially, to avoid being involved in supernatural events again, she had hurried away.
But just as Club President Lin said.
There was no longer any room for turning back.
She had also thought about whether there was any way to make herself unable to see them.
But wouldn't that just be self-deception?
Even if she couldn't see them, knowing the truth, she would still care and feel afraid.
Since she had already stepped into that world, why escape?
Phew—
She took a deep breath.
She quietly waited for Yotsuya Miko's exorcism to end.
She knew that this kind of exorcism only treated the symptoms and not the root cause; at most, it would be quiet for a while.
Supernatural abilities... if she could also master them, would things be different?
She was slightly dazed.
A Familia... a trace of confusion flashed through her heart.
On the other side.
Lynn clicked on the [Demon Contract] and disappeared from the Supernatural Investigation Department.
Shiina Mahiru rested her cheek on her hand, quietly looking at the place where Lynn had disappeared, murmuring, "I wish you prosperity in your martial path."
Tokyo.
The Holy Residence.
Saint Son held the new gastrea act, which had been rejected once again, her eyes filled with helplessness.
"Why?"
Clearly, the Cursed Children are also human.
She shook her head and continued to look at the next document, and then she was stunned.
"This is..."
She picked up a piece of black paper covered in obscure runes that made her feel a bit dizzy.
"Pray to the demon and sign a contract, and he will respond to you?"
Even though there were no words or characters of any form on the paper, she somehow read this sentence.
"A supernatural event?"
Saint Son's face stiffened slightly.
But... "A demon..."
She looked at the new gastrea act on the table.
Then she closed her eyes tightly and placed her hands together with fingers interlaced in front of her.
As long as it allowed her to pass the new gastrea act and protect those Cursed Children, even if it were a demon, she was willing to sacrifice everything.
After signing her name on the paper, Saint Son blew on the ink to make it dry faster and then smiled.
"Will Demon Mr. respond to me?"
Saint Son's eyes held some expectation.
Although she knew the possibility was slim, she hoped it was true.
She, who had been pushed into this position despite having no talent.
If she could do something beneficial for this world by sacrificing herself, she would do so gladly.
But... it must be someone's prank, right?
Saint Son smiled.
Did someone see her distressed face and send this in to cheer her up?
Just as she was thinking this, the piece of paper in front of her suddenly burst with light!
"Eh?"
Saint Son's small mouth opened slightly, and her eyes widened.
"Are you my contractor?"
Thump-thump!!
Saint Son's heart rate instantly quickened, her eyes bulged, and she felt her throat go dry.
Is it... is it really Demon Mr.?
She wanted to cry but had no tears.
If it's a demon, it must be very scary, right?
She didn't dare to breathe loudly, her body just stiffly turned around.
"?"
When she saw Lynn, she blinked, revealing a look of pure, innocent confusion.
A very... handsome Demon Mr.?
No, no, no, he should just be a human, right?
She breathed a sigh of relief.
I knew it.
How could there be demons in this world?
It must be a prank.
Though the props are very realistic.
And...
Where did this Mr. come from?
As she was dazed, Lynn walked over and picked up the "new gastrea act."
"To pass it, that's your commission?"
It's Black Bullet.
Lynn laughed.
This world truly needs a Demon.
Evil people need to be dealt with by evil people.
Although he isn't an evil person, he is a Demon!
"That... this..."
Saint Son was somewhat at a loss.
"Just call me Lynn."
"Ah, alright, Demon Mr. Lynn!"
Saint Son was flustered for a moment, and only calmed down after her brain processed the information.
"Hmm, Demon Mr. Lynn, first question, how did you get in?"
Saint Son regained her ruler's demeanor, her eyes becoming stern, and her hand unconsciously moved closer to the alarm bell.
Lynn seemed not to notice her movement, saying in a relaxed tone, "Didn't you call me?"
"Me?"
Saint Son was stunned.
"The Demon Contract, did you just sign it and forget?"
Lynn gave her a speechless look.
"Eh? Wasn't that a prank?"
"Hmm? Who told you that?"
"But Demon Mr. Lynn is clearly..."
Before she could say "not a Demon," Lynn grinned, and his long, narrow Demon wings suddenly spread out behind him.
"I am a Demon..."
Saint Son opened her mouth, her brain somewhat crashing.
Wings, wings??
Really, really a Demon?
Having never encountered such a situation, Saint Son's mind was temporarily overloaded.
No one had taught her how to communicate with a Demon!
Invincible brain, quickly think of a solution!
Lynn clicked his tongue.
Wasn't she the one who summoned the Demon?
But now that he's actually here, you're unhappy.
Lynn retracted his wings, not giving her time to think.
"I accept your commission. After completing it, I will come for what I want."
"Wait!"
Saint Son quickly called out to Lynn.
Commission?
She remembered wanting the bill to pass.
If Demon Mr. could really get the "new gastrea act" passed, it might not be so bad?
A Demon, perhaps he could actually do it?
But she wanted to know exactly how Demon Mr. would do it.
She carefully chose her words, her purple pupils filled with seriousness.
"Demon Mr. Lynn, um, the commission was to find a way to pass the "new gastrea act," right?"
"That's right."
"Hmm... May I know how Demon Mr. Lynn plans to do it?"
Saint Son also understood that many high-ranking officials did not wish for this new law to pass, which was a major reason for her obstruction.
She wondered what method a Demon would use.
Lynn's lips curved upwards, "How to do it?"
"Kill everyone who disagrees, and it will pass, won't it?"