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Originally lying on the tatami mat, Ibuki Yuuki also sat up slightly at this moment, carefully observing the mysterious guest in front of her.

Hmm, no matter how you look at it, she really is just a sixteen-year-old little witch, and her magic power is quite lacking. Who would have thought that such an unremarkable little figure is actually one of the terrifying Grand Inquisitors of the Judgment Court?

Moreover, recalling how the four terrifying Grand Inquisitors in the Magic Network had ridiculously high evaluations of this little figure before her, Ibuki Yuuki was even more curious.

What kind of person must she be to make those four monsters feel inferior?

At the previous banquet, the two didn’t interact much, but now, since they met again, the Ghost King’s Daughter suddenly wanted to have a good chat with this benefactor.

“Hmm, sorry for making you laugh earlier, Lord Clown, Yuuki apologizes and will drink as punishment.”

She raised the sea bowl filled with fine wine in her hand, made a toast to her benefactor, then tilted her head back and drank the entire bowl in one go.

This drinking manner was very bold, with the wine occasionally spilling from her lips, tracing down her chin, along her neck, and finally disappearing into the abyss of her chest, making one’s gaze involuntarily follow into that abyss.

Such a bold manner surprisingly suited the Fairy King quite well.

“Just call me Dorothy, I’m merely a tourist, not a Judge.”

The homebody witch shook her head, then said her name. She didn’t want to get involved in those matters as a Grand Inquisitor, as it’s quite troublesome.

Miss Oiran was a shrewd person. As soon as she heard her benefactor’s words, she understood and said no more. She then took out three sets of drinking tools, divided them among the three, and retrieved a wine gourd from her body, filling all three cups with fine wine.

“Hmm, Dorothy, I’ve noted it. Speaking of traveling, you really came at the right time. The Hyakki Festival of Monster Mountain is indeed one of the more unique activities in Japan. It’s a tradition passed down from the era of the Immortals; it should still hold some tourism value.”

Dorothy first examined the fine wine in front of her.

In her past life, she was a good child who didn’t smoke or drink, but in this life, relying on the robust body of a witch, and since witches’ cigarettes and alcohol have special effects, she’s become somewhat indulgent, though she still smokes more and drinks less.

Of course, the cigarettes she smokes aren’t those of mortals, but rather the Refreshing Smoke concocted with Magic Potion, strictly speaking, not really smoke, but medicine.

Whenever exhausted from studying, smoking a stick could invigorate her spirit, allowing her to continue studying.

However, no matter how drinks are concocted, they ultimately make you drunk, and the homebody witch dislikes the sensation of drunkenness, as feeling chaotic and numb severely hinders her study efficiency.

However, some special medicinal wines can strengthen the body after drinking, so Dorothy would occasionally sip a few drinks during martial arts practice to promote blood circulation.

In summary, although she smokes and drinks, she doesn’t quite enjoy it; at her core, she remains a good witch. (This is just a joke, good kids don’t imitate.)

Dorothy was not a fan of alcohol, but the bowl of wine before her strangely tempted her, as if the wine contained something attracting her body.

“This wine seems to contain a force, but it’s not magic power. Could it be spiritual energy? But why would I, a witch, have a reaction to spiritual energy?”

The homebody witch examined it a bit, feeling a bit puzzled inside.

However, she didn’t pay it much mind, her attention soon turning to what Miss Oiran had just mentioned.

“Uh, Monster Mountain? Could this really be Monster Mountain?”

Dorothy was taken aback, then quite surprised.

She had read “Japan Travels,” where Monster Mountain was mentioned as a special place.

According to the book, it is a forbidden area in Japan, a place of exile, often where Japanese witches escaping punishment hide, and where witches who have lost control often self-impose exile, over time filling the mountain with various demons and becoming a place ordinary witches cannot easily approach, hence the name Monster Mountain.

“Oh no, didn’t I wash my face? Why am I always so unlucky, wandering around and ending up in such a dangerous place?”

The homebody witch looked somewhat frustrated at her little junior sister beside her, feeling like the Nine-Tailed Fox’s blessing wasn’t enough to protect her.

However, this explains why there is the spectacle of the Night Parade of Hyakki here—because this is the stronghold of demons.

Although surprised, Dorothy was not very frightened, as she was happily conversing with the Ghost King’s Daughter at the moment.

Besides, “Japan Travels” was ultimately just someone else’s experiences, and the contents can be used as a reference, but shouldn’t be completely trusted.

The homebody witch turned to look at the banquet hall below, where the Hyakki Witch was busy setting up the banquet. To her, these monster witches didn’t seem as terrifying as described in that travelogue.

Furthermore, if Monster Mountain was really terrifying, how could the chief editor of “Witch Daily” kidnap a female Tengu from the mountain?

And Ibuki Yuuki was a bit surprised to see her benefactor beside her so unexpectedly.

“Weren’t you here specifically for this Hyakki Festival?”

She asked, a bit puzzled.

After all, Monster Mountain’s reputation in Japan isn’t very good. It’s a place for cultivating the Demon Buddha Law, a risky practice where losing control could easily turn one into a real demon, quite dangerous.

Therefore, the area around Monster Mountain has always been seen as a forbidden zone, rarely visited by others voluntarily.

“I didn’t know, I just found out this is Monster Mountain. I just saw the beautiful scenery and wanted to camp here, then got curious seeing the Hyakki parade and followed to take a look.”

Dorothy scratched her head, speaking the truth.

Ibuki Yuuki: “……”

It’s the first time she’s heard someone say Monster Mountain has beautiful scenery. Haven’t you seen the perpetual demon-clouds at the peak?

“Let’s speak about the Hyakki Festival, is it really something passed down from the Immortal era?”

Dorothy asked, curious.

Though she had been disappointed in the so-called Immortals’ stature from Japan’s mythological tales, she couldn’t help being intrigued by things passed down from the Immortal era now.

“Yes, naturally, it’s something from the Immortal era.

Monster Mountain has always preserved the inheritance of the Demon Buddha Law left by the Immortals.

The Hyakki Festival is essentially an annual learning event where people gather to exchange their studies in Buddhist Law.

Of course, nowadays, it’s more of a gathering for feasting and partying for a few days, considering the loneliness here, there’s not much else to do.

When everyone gathers, they just have a good time. ”

Ibuki Yuuki explained.

“Dorothy, if you’re interested, I can take you around the festival later. The firework displays during each festival are quite beautiful.”

However, Dorothy was no longer interested in festival fireworks now; her mind was filled with two words: Immortal Technique.

“Immortal inheritance? A learning event? Can I participate too?”

The homebody witch asked, eyes glowing.

Yay, maybe I can truly learn Immortal Techniques this time. I’m ready to start Cultivation now; I don’t want magic to bother me anymore, in case it causes a misunderstanding with Immortal Techniques.

“Uh, of course, the Demon Buddha Law is the only one among the three major Immortal Technique inheritances that doesn’t have a threshold, anyone can learn it.

You only have to perform a small ceremony on Monster Mountain, though whether you foreigners can learn it, I’m uncertain, but you’re welcome to try. ”

Miss Oiran thought for a moment, then took a blue lamp from the side.

“Shuten Douji requests Lord Aoandon to come forth.”

She said to the blue lamp.

Then, within the flickering flame of the blue lampshade, the shadow of a woman appeared on the lampshade.

….Amidst the flickering flame….