An Exorcist Magical Girl! Chapter 120

The bus was still moving fast down the street. 

 

“You’re going to let me get off? Where did you get that confidence? What, you think you can do anything because you’re an S⁺?” 

 

Choi Hee-young snorted.

 

“If you don’t like it, shut up. You said you’d be dead if you went back to your father empty-handed, so you can just stay here. Do you know you’ll end up like Eom Jingyu and Koo Young-chun?”

 

“You’re just trying to scare me, but I feel sorry for you. I will be punished when I get back, but it won’t be the death penalty. My father still needs me. He doesn’t have anyone else to do his dirty work.”

 

“Oh, really, even after you failed to kill Seo Jun?”

 

“Why do you think he bothered to get me out of prison? He wouldn’t have bothered if he had someone else to do it for him. I’m the only one who has proven to be willing to kill for my father. Think about Eom Jingyu. He had such high hopes for him, and he ruined them because he was afraid to get his hands dirty.”

 

“Then who killed Eom Jingyu, isn’t there someone else killing people besides you?”

 

“Tsk tsk, you really don’t know anything, do you? Father himself takes the lives of those who fail. We were given a noble mission in exchange for our blood. To bring souls to Father.”

 

That’s a pretty good way to package soul kidnapping.

 

Anyway, “Father” cursed Eom Jingyu and Koo Young-chun with the blood he’d already received and killed them.

 

This meant that as long as Choi Hee-young was gone, there was no immediate threat to Seo Jun, but it wouldn’t give her any peace of mind.

 

“Little sister, if you want to get something out of me, why don’t you make it something fun, like your submission.”

 

“Yeah, fuck off.”

 

I left Choi Hee-young behind just to find out if there was anyone else who would do this to me besides this new bastard.

 

I had no intention of finding out the rest of the story she never told me through this flimsy deal.

 

So let the blackmailing begin.

 

“Okay, Choi Hee-young. I’m going to change the language this time. If you don’t answer my questions straight, we’re getting off this bus.”

 

“What the fuck?”

 

I didn’t argue, but instead energized the palm of my right hand to form a baseball bat.

 

Then, roughly estimating where the headlights would be, I brought it down. Both right and left.

 

This was just the groundwork for pinpointing the exact location of the core.

 

“Aha, the right one is real.”

 

The left side came out easily, but not the right. I hit it with the same force and only the right side was intact.

 

This meant that the right of the two headlights was the real core.

 

As expected, the core was solidly designed to be impervious to blows from the inside. This was to protect the ghost from the rage of the passengers on the bus.

 

This was also the only weakness of the bus.

 

It could only protect the core from an internal attack.

 

The red glow of the core was visible from the outside.

 

I swung my baseball bat and hit the right edge of the windshield of the bus.

 

Twang-!

 

The black, transparent window shattered.

 

Before it could heal, I drove the bat into the center of the crack. Again and again.

 

BANG! BANG!

 

“I’ll hit it a hundred times if that’s what it takes…”

 

Choi Hee-young’s cross-legged sarcasm was quickly rewarded with a slencing effect.

 

A hole about the diameter of a baseball bat’s head appeared in the windshield.

 

I stuck the bat firmly into the hole so the gap wouldn’t fill up immediately.

 

Limbs were sticking out of the gap I’d created, like so many arms sticking out of an advertisement. The spirits that make up the windshield scrambled to repair the crack.

 

There was enough of a gap to distinguish the boundaries of each of the spirits that had been united as one.

 

To widen the gap any further would have been too much for me alone.

 

Not when I was alone and without tools.

 

I grabbed an arm from the edge of the churning rift and pulled it out like a radish.

 

Then I stuffed the ghosts, still tangled in their webbing, into the gourd wood.

 

Until it reached the limit of its storage capacity.

 

The hole, once the size of a fist, was now large enough to fit a man.

 

The windshield could only wriggle, but it couldn’t fill the gap, for the spirits that made it up were stored in the gourd.

 

The preparations were complete.

 

I turned and met Choi’s gaze.

 

“I’m going to ask you again, answer my question directly, or you’re going to get off this bus, both of us, going 90 kilometers per hour. It’s going to hurt pretty bad if we get thrown out on the road at that speed, isn’t it?”

 

“Ha, what are you going to do, force me off the bus? Do you think I’m going to squirm if I break a bone or two?”

 

Choi Hee-young’s lips curled into a sneer.

 

“I don’t know. I don’t think my faceless “father” would stand by and watch me break my bones. He might even sentence you to death for it.”

 

“Ah, self-inflicted blackmail, but you stupid bird brain, have you forgotten how we got on this bus in the first place? You’re not hurt. You survived the fall from the villa, why can’t you survive the jump from the bus?”

 

“I know.” I replied, clinging to the windowsill.

 

“That’s why I’m going to show you the magic to make the bus disappear.”

 

“What? What the hell – oh, you crazy b*tch!”

 

Realizing what I was about to do, Choi jumped up.

 

“Sit down before I really destroy this thing.”

 

I pointed the bat at the red glow of the right headlight and Choi froze.

 

It was funny how she looked like she was about to pounce and kill me at any moment, but she hesitated, unable to move her feet.

 

“As long as you answer my questions, we’ll both be fine, so let’s go in peace.”

 

“Ha, you’re a dog…”

 

“Same question as before, explain why we’re a family. Oh, you’re just spinning your wheels again. I’ll let you be the real bastard.”

 

Choi Hee Young gritted her teeth. She really didn’t want to talk about it.

 

So I decided to rephrase the question.

 

“Just answer yes or no because I have a pretty good idea.”

 

Earlier, when Choi was talking, one thing caught my attention.

 

“Arrogant Bird Brain. He’s been an exorcist since day one?”

 

She said it casually when the name Eom Jingyu came out of his mouth.

 

“First of all, this. He’s not part of this “family”, is he?”

 

“No, he’s not.”

 

Now there was only the certainty that I wanted to postpone.

 

Of course, one of the things I had in common with Choi Hee-young came up.

 

We both have the gift of exorcism.

 

“So, since we are sisters…”

 

My voice trembled.

 

“…because we both received the gift of exorcism from our “father”?”

 

I don’t know how I look, but I knew that the look on my face at that moment was one that fascinated him.

 

Choi had a maniacal grin on her face.

 

“That’s the right answer, little sister.”

 

Shit.

 

I felt my face contort.

 

She threw her head back and laughed, as if she found the sight amusing. It was a vicious laugh.

 

“Ahahahahahahaha, the right answer, the right answer, ahahahahaha, my stupid sister finally, finally, finally says the right answer, ahahahahahaha!”

 

Choi, laughing at the top of her lungs, hammers home the two words “right answer”.

 

“The new talent has arrived, right? Right?! Ahahahahahahahaha!”

 

My heart leapt at the all too familiar words.

 

It was the same phrase that had appeared in the status window announcing the existence of the Exorcist Talent.

 

The title “Father” meant the person who had given me the talent.

 

It was the Master of this room who had sent me the S⁺-class Exorcist Talent.

 

This gift, my only saving grace, had come from the master of the other world, the man who had killed Seo Jun’s friend and played puppets with countless souls.

 

My head was spinning with thoughts, but Choi Hee-young wouldn’t let me organize them.

 

“The world is so unfair, isn’t it? Isn’t it? We were born from the same father, but some of us are F-class and some of us are S⁺-class.”

 

“Shut up.”

 

“Maybe it’s inevitable. Unlike me, you were chosen by Father. Oh, I want to kill you. What the hell was so bad about me that he had to have a second daughter? Huh?”

 

“Shut up.”

 

My grip on the bat tightened.

 

I felt like the bat was going to slip and fall. My hands were shaking from the effort.

 

“You turned your back on your first daughter, who went to jail for not fulfilling her promise of ten souls, and yet he’s so protective of you? Tell me, what does Father want from you, dozens or hundreds of souls?”

 

Choi Hee-young glared at me with blood red eyes that looked like they wanted to tear me apart.

 

This was what I had felt from the first time I spoke to this human.

 

“Let’s play fair, little sister, and it’s your turn to answer the question why…”

 

“Mr. X, how should I know?”

 

If I listened to this bullshit for one more second, I would lose my mind.

 

“I told you to shut up! If you’re so curious about that shit, you should ask your father.”

 

Because I don’t know anything.

 

When I added that, Choi Hee-young clicked her tongue and shut up.

 

I could see an unpleasant satisfaction creeping into her eyes, which were still staring at me.

 

It was a perverse sense of triumph that she had somehow managed to drag me into the mud.

 

The corners of my mouth twitched as if they didn’t want to come down. It seemed somehow pleased to have gotten on my nerves.

Damn it, I still had questions for this crazy woman.

 

“…You said you could see your dead brother again. Tell me more about it.”

 

“…….”

 

“Aren’t you going to answer?”

 

“My father does this not only with spirits. He accepts poor souls who have no disqualifications as residents. He is a compassionate man.”

 

Choi Hee-young, who had been silent for a long time, patted the gray-blue stained chair and muttered.

 

When I thought about the meaningless sentence, she turned away from me.

 

“Look over there. City Hall.”

 

I looked up at the words, and in the distance I could see the Seoul City Hall application center with its mirrored exterior walls.

 

“That’s my dad’s favorite “gate,” and it’s really… really lucky that the gate blew up here.”

 

‘What?’

 

I felt my blood run cold.

 

“…If I go through this gate, I’ll meet “Father”, right?”

 

“Yes, that’s right.” Choi nodded nonchalantly.

 

“I’m not going.”

 

“What?”

 

“I’m not going.”

 

Choi rolled her eyes. “You’re going to keep saying stupid things.”

 

“Tell your father or Mr. X to stop hiding behind the mirror and come out to save you.”

 

I raised the baseball bat and smashed the right headlight.