The daily life of Shier and 5t5

Zenyuan Shier had an old dream.

My cousin, who was three years younger than him, bumped into his shoulder, and when he saw his face clearly, he showed a surprised expression.

"Is your name Shier? Your face is so beautiful."

The praise from a 12-year-old boy is not mixed with adult filth, but pure appreciation.

"Let's choose him!" Xiao Naozai ordered to his servant with a happy face.

"This...young master, the master said that one of your cousins ​​should be chosen to serve. This is your cousin. I'm afraid it's inappropriate."

"Why is it wrong? Can't men serve me?" Naoya wondered, "He is the most beautiful person here."

The servant fell silent.

It is possible, but men cannot give birth to the family members of the Buddhist monastery with purer blood for the young master, so "serving" loses its original purpose.

"I don't care, I want him!" Xiao Zhizai lost his temper, "There is no one better-looking than him, so I just don't want anyone! Hey, Brother Shier, why are you leaving..."

In the evening, in the bedroom of Zhipiren, the head of the Buddhist monastery, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

"Oh? That bastard really said that?"

"Yes, master. The young master is determined to find a girl who is more beautiful than Shier."

"Hahahaha, it's interesting." The Zhipi people couldn't stop laughing, "In this case, if Shier's face is crippled—or if there is no such person at all, then wouldn't the bastard have an excuse to reject others?"

"...Master, you are drunk."

"I'm sober. It's time to teach my bastard a lesson." With a cold smile in Zhipiren's eyes, "It doesn't matter, my cousin has many heirs, and I don't mind losing a bastard with zero magic power."

"It's normal for people who can't see the curse spirit to be harmed by the curse spirit." He looked at the attendant, "You know what to do."

The 15-year-old Zenyuan Shier thought that meeting his son-in-law that afternoon was just an insignificant episode, until he was fainted and dragged out of bed in the middle of the night.

The knife hidden under the pillow fell to the ground with a clang, other than that, there was no sound in the still night.

When the servants of the main family tied his hands and feet, his mother's shadow was reflected in front of the window, motionless like a wax figure.

There is a cliff at the back of the mountain, and at the bottom of the cliff are all the curse spirits captured by the Buddhist family. They are ready to take one out when needed, to practice for the son-in-law, or to make a name for himself.

Zenyuan Shier was pushed off the cliff and fell into the crowd of curse spirits.

At that time, he couldn't see the curse spirit at all, and he didn't have any magic tools to defend himself, but those hungry monsters coveted his flesh and blood.

The boy was gnawed until his skin was ripped apart. At the same time, the effect of the drug gradually weakened, and the ropes of his hands and feet were also bitten off.

Between life and death, he "saw" the curse spirit for the first time.

It was blurry black shadows, opening bloody mouths with sparse teeth, biting his flesh|body.

The sky and the curse deprived him of his magic power, and as compensation, gave him a strong body that could withstand all kinds of beatings and insults.

It was almost impossible, but at dawn, Zenyuan Shier climbed the cliff.

He was covered in blood, and in the red field of vision under the morning light, he saw the figure of his mother.

It was a woman who gave him this face, the most beautiful geisha in all of Kyoto, an ordinary person outside the world of magic.

"...I am alive." Zenyuan Shier said.

His mother's white and soft hands wiped the blood from his face, ironically, the curse spirits did not leave any obvious wounds on his face.

He still had a beautiful, perfect face—a face so deadly.

Zenyuan Shier was very hungry, and he was looking forward to his mother taking out a rice ball from behind to satisfy his hunger.

Unexpectedly, the mother took out a sharp knife.

A sting under the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, mother can only do this. I'm sorry."

In his dream, there was the sound of a woman crying.