This time, the crisis is over. As she walked through the crowded streets of the Imperial City of Zebrudia, her sister fox sighed with all her heart.

In the first place, it was a mistake for a foolish human to have defeated a divine fox in a battle of wits, even if only for a moment. Because of this, Mr. Crisis had no respect for his sister fox, and ended up sending her an e-mail message as if they were friends.
However, this relationship has been completely rectified as a result of this contest of wits.

I'm so proud of my own skills.

I've returned the curse to you completely. It's the smartest thing I've ever done, forcing the worst spell that the Lost Inn had on me.

The contracts that occur at the Inn of the Lost are fair to both parties. The content of the contracts made with intruders changes from time to time, but as in the case of Mr. Crisis, sometimes the innkeepers lose out as a result.

It seems that it is something that was once taken from an intruder as a result of a contract.
The sister fox didn't know the details, but when the brother fox saw the palm-sized wooden box the sister fox happened to pick up, he frowned and said.

--Oh, don't open that box. It's the saddest and most beautiful curse I've ever known. Mom said she wished she hadn't taken it. She said it should be out in the world. It brings bad luck. Human emotion is terrible, beautiful, foolish, and lovely.


Indeed, the box contained a terrible power that was clearly visible from the outside.
As the older fox said, it is not a curse that falls on illusions. It was not in an active state, but if it was released to the world, it would probably be beyond human control. The power of the curse has been growing stronger while it has been smoldering in the inn, with no one to direct it to.

Even a person with no sense of danger must have a sense of danger when faced with this box.
If you imagine his panicked face, you will be relieved. I'm sure she will apologize to her sister fox for not paying respect to her until now. She will apologize and cry out for you to do something about it. You have to shake her to the hilt.

Make her say, "Oh no! Make her get down on her knees and offer you fried tofu.

I had a rough time at the Emperor's Festival. She doesn't even seem to notice that her sister fox let the enemy escape at the end. This doesn't mean you've punished Mr. Crisis.

On the other hand, the plan this time was perfect. I made sure to check the situation carefully, and even pushed the dreaded spell to a man named Hugh who was looking for it under Mr. Crisis's orders. Any idiot who listened to the message would have known that it was the work of the sister fox. And that a terrible disaster had befallen the Imperial City because he had underestimated the divine family.

This is the work of the sorceress who was feared to bring misfortune to those who opposed her.

This is the last match. My brother fox scolded me for being too involved. In the first place, it's not appropriate for a god's family to be involved with a single person frequently.


Suddenly, the atmosphere changes. The humans didn't notice, but the sister fox knew that it had begun.


A jewel with a tragic story. The bloodline of spirit people that has been handed down from generation to generation has left behind a deadly curse that is widely known even in the human world.
The seeds of evil that had been hidden in the Inn of the Lost for so long that they had been lost to the world had now sprouted.

The air was humid. I looked toward the clan house where Mr. Crisis was. The sky was filled with swirling dark clouds.
It seemed the box had been successfully opened. The spell that has spread will quickly cover the Imperial City and bring misfortune to millions of people.

As far as the younger sister fox knows, the sense of danger does not only have a sense of danger, but also does not have anything at all, but even if she hid her power, it is impossible to completely protect the people from the spreading curse. In the first place, it would be quite difficult even if the sister fox herself tried her best.
Let's see how a person with no sense of danger can stand up to a terrifying power beyond human knowledge.


In the meantime, when she was satisfied that things were going as expected, she suddenly noticed an unnatural scene.

'..................? The clouds are not ............ spreading,......?

The little sister fox could tell. I'm not sure what to make of it.
In the event you're not sure what you're looking for, there are a few things you can do.

The swirling power was getting thicker and thicker even as the sister fox was observing. It was a powerful miasma that could surpass even the inside of the [Lost Inn] in terms of concentration alone.
The target of the curse is humans and their society in general. This metropolis of Zebrudia should be a perfect target.

That's impossible. The curse of the Pearl has long since forgotten its own form and become a vague and powerful phenomenon that curses targets indiscriminately. It will try to attack as many people as possible.
There is no way humans can control the curse, and it is not something that can be purified.

I made the mistake of staying away from the clan house to watch the victory from on high. I didn't know what was going on, but if I went to see, my sister fox would lose.
She rubbed her eyes and stared at the clouds. In front of her, the swirling cloud wriggled like a snake and disappeared as if it was being sucked into the clan house.

Yes, it was as if she was being sucked in.
















Picking up a beautifully carved box that had been roughly thrown on the floor, you carefully open it.

What came out of the box was black smoke, reminiscent of a thunderstorm sky. The plume of smoke shows no signs of stopping, and when it reaches the ceiling, it flows out through the lounge window, which is still broken.

The force of the smoke was like the waterfall that Luke uses during his training, and I could only laugh at the joking scene.
Was it a jewel box?



'Hey, what are you doing--......'

'Eh!

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what's going on in your life. ............ .......

In the first place, I did not understand the situation very well. Hugh? I remembered that Tino had told me about Hugh, but I didn't know why he was lying there, why he had come here, or what the box was that he had brought. I'm used to these kinds of occasions, so it may seem like I'm in the clear, but I'm still pretty confused.

The smoke was ominous in appearance. It was more like a haze than smoke. Even smoke from a fire is bad if you inhale it, and I don't know what would happen if I were to be exposed to something that came out of this strange box.
Tino approached me with a sluggish gait.

'Well,......, there's ...... something wrong with the outside--'

'Well, calm ...... down, calm down.'

Ventilation is ...... important, because ventilation is ...... maybe it's better to let it go outside ...... than to let it fill the lounge, I can't help it.
I look at the box, which continues to belch out a somewhat ominous smoke. How could such a small box have so much smoke in it? It doesn't seem to be a treasure trove, but then I see something glittering red inside the box, hidden by the smoke.

A jewel. Quite large. There is also a warding finger, so I put my hand inside the box and was about to take it out when I suddenly felt a large pull of my body backwards.



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Now is the time to show your true power.
I feel gravity all over my body. Perhaps obeying my command, the khaki you were wearing was flipped wide open.


Then the knot came undone in front of my neck and my vision flipped. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for and what you can do to help.


...... If it had been the other way around, I'm pretty sure my arm would have hurt and I would have let go. Nice job, Tino!