Inquisitor Always Treats Me Like a Villain
Chapter 69
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And for the first time out of This Pill, Junka herself, who traveled with the troops,
Was very happy.
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Above her was the sky covered by ancient trees,
Under her feet was mottled moss that had not been exposed to sunlight all year round, and in her ears were all kinds of long birdsong.
From time to time,
She could touch the magnificent thick and tall ancient trees.
Their waists were tied with white ornaments or thick ropes twisted by grass,
Although they looked very shabby,
It made the mysterious aura here even stronger, as if there was really a god staring at you from an unknown place.
At this moment,
Kendo reminded her, "General,
Please don't be distracted. "
"Hey, yes!" Junka's face quickly flushed red,
She lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry,
Kendo. "
"You don't need to apologize to me." This person was less than 1.6 meters tall,
But his aura was unexpectedly powerful, and Fu Mourning God said indifferently, "It's just that,
There are too many unknown things in this forest, and the divine palace we are about to reach.
For your own safety, it doesn't hurt to be more cautious. "
Junka nodded silently.
Then,
She seemed to have thought of something again,
She asked, "The divine palace here,
Is it really the Hot Field Divine Palace? "
Before Yao Yan could reply, Yao Yan said,
She slammed into the back of the person in front of her.
"It hurts -" Junka covered her nose.
"Don't be distracted in the main hall," the man beside her gently reminded her.
It was Candlestick Tachibana.
(Wow,
If it's the same as Kendo...)
Junka liked this very handsome Tachibana Fu Mourning God, who had been summoned not long ago,
Therefore, when she heard this similar criticism, she had no second thought except to dig a piece of land and bury herself tightly.
Seeing her embarrassed look, not only did the candlestick cut, but even Asakamaru couldn't help but laugh.
… Wait, was it really that funny?
Hearing the noise, the black-haired man turned around and stroked the girl's head as if he was comforting her. "Hmm … The movement in the main hall just now, is it the thing called skinship?" he asked thoughtfully.
"Huh …?
Sanchū, where did you learn such trendy words? "
Tsurumaru Kuninaga bluntly ridiculed him, "There are people in the museum who talk about skinship?"
"Hahahaha, doesn't Tsuru Maru also know about skinship?" Sanchū Sōjin said, "Did he learn it from the little girl in Sanhimaru?"
The atmosphere became strange and dangerous.
"So, you were pretending to be unconscious all this time?"
Tsurumaru Kuninaga pressed down on the knife at his waist. "Sanchū, how many things have you heard that you shouldn't have heard?"
"Hahahahaha."
Junka couldn't help but shrink closer to Kendo.
Kendo Shiro sighed deeply and asked, "… Admiral, has Tsurumaru Hall and Sanri Yue Temple always gotten along like this?"
"Y-yes."
Junka responded, "Obviously, Tsuru Maru and Sanri Yue Temple didn't get along that well … but after he appeared as the Fu Mourning God, they unexpectedly got along well."
'Got along well?'
Kendo reluctantly agreed and decided to change the topic.
"So we're already in front of the torii. No wonder One Period Rise suddenly stopped."
'Really?'
Junka tried her best to look ahead.
One Period One Rise, who was standing at the front of the group, seemed to have noticed her cautious and eager expression. He paused for a moment before a faint smile appeared on his beautiful face.
Junka reflexively returned his smile.
"Yes, we're now in front of the torii."
Kendo Shiro continued, "The boundary between the realm of the gods and the mortal realm … Logically speaking, the worship has already begun from the moment we pass through the torii."
Junka, who was often brought to shrines by her parents when she was young, was obviously familiar with this process. She thought for a moment and asked, "Are we going to the Tamusui Shrine?"
The so-called Tamusui Shrine was a ritual to wash off the filth on one's body with water in front of the gods. Most shrines would perform this ritual in the Tamusui Shrine.
Kendo glanced at her curiously, "Tamusui?
Are you familiar with shrines? "
"Yes.
Because I often came here when I was young.
However, this Hot Field Divine Palace is very different from the one in my memory. "
Junka followed the group through the torii and walked on both sides of the path. Looking at the dilapidated lanterns and mastiffs, she muttered, "In my memory, although there weren't many people who came to Orada Shrine, it shouldn't be so deserted …"
This was Orada Shrine, one of the most prestigious shrines in Japan with the longest history.
She thought for a moment and said, "There's one more thing that I don't know how to express. In short, this shrine gives me a very strange feeling."
"Compared to the Forest of Guardians, the aura in this shrine … makes me feel uncomfortable."
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation If the Forest of Guardian was pure white, it could make people relax and trust their surroundings. But ever since she entered Torii, the aura of Raeda Shrine made her nervous and disgusted.
Yes, nauseous.
It was as if murky sewage had flowed into a clear river.
Not only did it pollute the water quality, but it also seemed to be spreading.
Hearing this, Sanchū, who was closest to her, laughed and pulled out his katana elegantly, "Is it because the main shrine is here that they can't help but show up?"
"Sanri Yue Temple?" Junka Hoshino asked in confusion, "What does that mean?"
"Actually, when we came a few days ago, we also felt the same as the main shrine."
One Period One Rise explained gently, "Even though we used many methods to probe, the enemy was always unwilling to show up.
I didn't expect them to show up today. "
Candlestick Tachibana, Asakamaru, and Tsuru Maru also pulled out their katanas and faced her with their backs.
Kendo held his katana in one hand and protected her with the other.
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A soft sigh.
"Aiya, aiya, what a big battle."
Around the Divine Palace, waves of enemies appeared one after another, eyeing them like tigers eyeing their prey.
"Main shrine, please be careful."
Sanchū's voice sounded behind them. His tone was calm and gentle, but it carried a sharpness and coldness that couldn't be ignored.
Before he finished speaking, the Fu Mourning God of Swords and Blades began to fight with the strange enemies.
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