Chapter 447: Evil God Festival - Boathouse

The teacher was shaken in place for a moment, barely regaining his senses, "Today's lesson is over."

"There is one more important thing for you all to do these days, besides your lessons." The teacher looked to all the sacrifices, the expression on her face returning to normal, "The summer festival is coming up, and before they are sent up to the shrine, the sacrifice adults are going to go to the boathouse to test your suffering once."

"But you Sacrifice Lords don't have to worry too much about the results of this test."

The teacher smiled kindly, "With the exception of Xiao Kui-sama, none of you should be able to reach your pain level, after all, it's only the Summer Festival, you won't be ripe until at least the Winter Festival."

"All of you Sacrifice Lords can leave now." The teacher turned his head to look at Xiao Kui , the smile on his face becoming meaningful, "But Lord Xiao Kui will have to stay a little longer."

"With the amount of pain you're in, you'll be totally ready for the offering table at the summer festival this year."

"But in order to maximize your pain, over the next few days, we're going to do some additional special counseling with you, so that your pain can be exchanged for the desire to maximize the value of the Kitahara family."

The teacher stepped in front of Xiao Kui, a wry smile on his face as he looked down on Xiao Kui from above:

"Xiao Kui-sama is already sixteen years old, right? It's also the right age to fall in love, now that you know what good love looks like."

"Then it's time to taste the painful side of love."

"Tomorrow we will gather a group of [Wang Zi-sama], and Xiao Kui-sama will be able to select the person you choose to experience love with as [Princess-sama]."

The teacher smiled, "They are all very good [Wang Zi adults]."

"These [Wang Zi-sama] are the handsome-looking, but dying to freeze, retainers that the Kitahara family selects from the boathouse."

"The Kitahara's saved them from the cage, told them it was because of Xiao Kui-sama's kindness that he saved them, so they all look up to you."

"They naturally love you in the same way that Xiao Kui-sama used to love his Shiba Inu puppies, and their love and loyalty to you is easily available to you as soon as you reach for them."

"Of course you can also not choose these [Wang Zi adults]." Sensei leaned down close to Xiao Kui's ear and smiled kindly twice, "At that time, we will dispose of these [Wang Zi adults] who love you like we dispose of the cats and dogs on the ship that you don't want."

"I hope [Princess-sama] won't be that cruel."

The light in Xiao Kui's eyes, who had just stood up, disappeared inch by inch as she lowered her head, her tone so hushed that it sounded like she had fallen into a well, "Yes, teacher."

"I'll choose a [Wang Zi adult] well."

That night.

Xiao Kui's eyes were vacant as she slumped over the edge of the windowsill, her long hair sliding down her shoulders.

A sunny day doll hung from the attic eaves where her brother and the dog had once hung, swaying back and forth in the night, and not even moonlight filtered through at the high attic windows, dark as a towering coffin.

A little shimmering light appeared in the darkness of the mountains.

Xiao Kui shifted her eyes, the otherwise stagnant features on her face suddenly moving as she grunted, "There you go again."

Bai Liu carries a lantern on a path through the mountains, approaching the summit.

Xiao Kui moved a bit, she fell on her hands, folded her arms, looked at Bai Liu in a trance and muttered, "...... This guy actually lasted until now ...... "

"Love, is it really that magical?"

Bai Liu walked to the entrance of the shrine, and voices soon came from inside.

The voice was slightly anxious, but still as clear and clean as ever: "...... I waited for a long time and thought you wouldn't come tonight."

"Turns out it was just late."

"Did something come up?" Sheta inquired softly, "Was the offering class late, or did today's class injure you and slow you down on the way up?"

Bai Liu, who was standing outside the door, still didn't say anything.

Because of the quick approach to this side of the door, Sheta was breathing a little hard from the silk strangulation, and his blood flowed a little fast, and he looked down at his hand, which would be bloodied by the silk strangulation, as he rested it on the door valve:

"Today, Bai Liu still won't come in to see me or say a word to me, right?"

Sheta continued toward the door, his hand clutching the edge of the wooden door, the silk threads on his wrist and ankle contracting and sinking into his snow-white skin, and all at once the blood flowed, a ghastly shape quite cut off from the tone of his voice as if he were gossiping:

"I'm getting more and more silk on me."

"God told me that it was the pain of the people turned into chains on me, and that the more sacrifices I received and the more pain I had felt, the more the pain of those sacrifices would turn into filaments that would wrap around me."

"It's so strange." Sheta sounded puzzled, "I haven't received a single pain from a single sacrifice lately, and yet the threads in my body are growing."

"Whose pain is it that these threads, in the end, are turned into?"

Sheta looks down at these threads wrapped around her body, then lifts her eyes to the wooden door, "Is it Bai Liu's pain?"

"But I obviously haven't seen Bai Liu since then, and Bai Liu didn't offer your pain to me as a sacrifice; these threads shouldn't have been made of your pain."

Translucent threads were created out of thin air, one by one, creating a sharp web that cut into Sheta's face, blood flowing down his jaw from the wound, Sheta seemed oblivious to it, his eyes calmly open as he stared at the wooden door, his tone mildly confused:

"...... And whose pain are these threads, if not Bai Liu's?"

Sheta frowned lightly as he raised his hand over his heart, "Why do these threads only wrap around me when you show up?"

Why was it that only the wounds inflicted on him by these threads caused extra pain in his heart?

Bai Liu still didn't say anything.

A light, pattering rain fell in the forest.

In the mist of the rain, Sheta hears Bai Liu's footsteps as he turns to leave, and he can't help but take another step forward.

The moment Sheta took that step, as if in response to the sound, countless transparent threads flew out from all directions and tied themselves to Sheta's limbs and torso.

As Bai Liu's footsteps traveled farther and farther away, the silk threads on Sheta's body became more and more numerous, almost wrapping him into a translucent cocoon that could only reveal his eyes.

Blood flowed down from every wound on his body, instantly staining the floor.

Sheta looked down at the threads - whenever Bai Liu appeared or left, they appeared in dense clusters, trapping him here.

But God clearly said that these threads would not be created until he felt the exact pain from the sacrifice.

So what exactly are these filaments ......

Bai Liu's footsteps disappeared completely in the jungle, and Sheta stood stupefied, staring blankly at the wooden door, looking incredulous for a moment.

...... This time Bai Liu left, and he didn t sleep over.

He was still awake, and the silk threads hadn't disappeared; he was the only one who existed in the entire shrine.

Sheta slowly lowered his eyelashes as he looked to the bloodstained threads of his own body, his face showing nothing.

--Keeping him sane and bruising him all over ......

It's from his own [pain].

On the penultimate third rainy night of the upcoming summer festival, at the moment when the sacrifices departed, the desireless god produced [pain] for the first time.

So the dense [pain] kept God sleepless, trapped God in place, and kept God at the door, unwilling to leave.

God doggedly tugged the [pain] in his body closer to the wooden door where the sacrifice departed, and so day after day, God was awake, doggedly waiting in deepening agony for the brief arrival of the sacrifice in the next night.

--as if it were God offering his [pain] to a sacrifice.