Early the next morning in the town of Miracles, three tourists stepped out of the hotel with yawns and came out to look for Yellow Hair, who had been missing all night.
Two men and one woman, the faces of the three were filled with impatience.
"That guy, where has he been fooling around again?"
When they came out, they realized that the town looked like it was preparing for some kind of festival.
Flowers were sprinkled everywhere on the streets, and colorful knots were strung from each house, looking up, it was as if the sky had woven a colorful net, dangling down wind chimes, beads, and other kinds of small charms, and the townspeople walked down the street in colorful clothes, and laughter was heard everywhere.
"Easter?"
The three who inquired about this looked at each other and couldn't help but ask each other, "What the hell kind of holiday is that?"
As this query came out of his mouth, the air around him suddenly went cold, and the entire street instantly fell silent.
The three who noticed that the atmosphere seemed to be a bit off, looked around suspiciously, but saw that the townspeople had turned back to continue talking and laughing, as if the gaze they had just had was an illusion.
A few people felt a rush of creepiness.
"This place isn't fun at all, let's go back..."
"Well, find that guy first..."
The trio wasn't going to stick around this weird town, they just wanted to come out and relax, they didn't plan on letting the weirdness get the best of them.
Two men and a woman spread out, calling out loudly as they questioned some of the seemingly benign townspeople.
"He's fast in a wonderful place~"
A wonderful young girl in a floral crushed skirt said to a man with an annoyed face.
"Ah! Do you know where my companion is?"
"Uh-huh!"
The young girl nodded her head repeatedly and then led the man to the bathhouse with a light step.
"You have to take off your clothes when you go in."
"All off, all off~"
The man standing in the locker room gripped his pants with some embarrassment.
But the thought of her man, and the fact that she wasn't going to lose anything, made her brave enough to lift the last of her defenses down.
The young girl laughed softly as she pulled back her hair and slowly changed into her bathrobe, tantalizing the man's eyes to the point of falling out.
Listening to the warbling from next door, the original reason for coming here had long been forgotten, and the associations began to come to mind.
"You have to wash it before you can do that!"
The young girl laughed and dodged the restless paw.
Leading the man inside, he smeared him full of fragrant bubbles took a thick, stiff-bristled brush, and scrubbed him vigorously before rinsing him off with water.
"Not yet!"
The young girl twisted around to bat away the man's hand.
Finally, the man was taken to the sauna and made to lie down in the bucket that was soaked with warm water.
The young woman sprinkled flowers, and some unknown spices, and finally covered the barrel with a lid, leaving only the man's head exposed.
"Soak for a while oh, I'll call you later."
The young woman turned back and smiled flirtatiously, leaving the disgruntled man in the silent room.
Fantasizing about the pleasures to come later, the man leaned his head back in relief and closed his eyes.
"Tim really, finding such a fun place without calling us."
After a while, he began to sweat profusely and at first thought, it was a normal steam bath.
It wasn't until another moment had passed when he realized that the water in the barrel was getting hotter and hotter like a frog in warm water, that he fought his way up.
"Hey! The water's too hot!"
Trying to get up, he realized that the barrel was covered very tightly, and he couldn't lift a single ounce of strength from his boiled and flabby body.
"Somebody!!!"
"Help!"
"Is there anyone!!!"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
Howling for a full ten minutes, the man was cooked alive...
On the other side of town, in the straw-covered stables, another man, also mesmerized by beauty, was lying expectantly in a pile of straw.
His eyes were covered with a blindfold and he carefully felt the beauty sitting on his waist move on her own.
But the belt of his pants was not undone; instead, his hands and feet seemed to be bound to something.
After a while, a cool breeze hit the room and the sound of people in his ears expanded.
It wasn't until the blindfold was removed that the man realized he had been dragged out of the stable, along with the pile of straw underneath him, his hands and feet tied to a piece of twine each, with a group of men around him laughing and clapping.
"What are you guys playing at?"
At first, the man thought the girl was just joking, but as the ropes were straightened and his somewhat aching body dangled in the air, he realized that the ropes on his limbs were tied to four horses.
"Hey!!!" The man yelled in sudden horror.
But the woman just smiled flirtatiously and then flung the whip down hard.
"Pah-"
The air exploded in a cloud of blood mist...
And the woman at the end was not the least bit aware that her companions had all died horribly.
She was trying on all sorts of beautiful and expensive evening gowns that she could never afford in the town's dress store.
After being told that she could pick anyone for the town party and take it home, she was bound and determined to find the one that best suited her temperament.
After trying on the clothes for an hour and staining almost every piece of clothing in the store with her body odor, the insufferable clerk copied the large shears used by the tailor and 'clicked' the other's head off with a single scissor.
Standing beside that wall, bared crimson with blood, the clerk leaned heavily on the scissors.
"Women are trouble!"
The three Transcendents that lurked in the town didn't expect such a tragedy to happen here so early in the morning.
Witcher, who had come out to roam after breakfast, soon caught a whiff, if any, of blood.
Tracing the scent to the closed and dormant tailor's store, he again smelled the rich, pungent, fishy odor coming from inside that he couldn't keep out.
"Well, someone died in there, and the bleeding was alarming..."
Eleazar doesn't know who's in trouble, and can only determine that another person has been killed.
"Easter?"
Looking around at the scene of jubilant celebration, he mused silently.
"Going to get the ball rolling? Just get the people together already?"
"Or was it so irritated by last night's anomaly that they had to start the ceremony early?"
Eleazar lowered his gaze, "So, let's begin!"
The way to deal with a greedy demon is, of course, to snuff out the very thing it is claiming.
The population of this town is estimated to be in the thousands, or thousands of souls!
If there are so many of them, it won't matter if one or two of them die at random, will it?
Kicking open the closed tailor store, Eleazar looked at the surprised clerk who had turned around and was cleaning up the blood.
"Look at me, cultist!"
A pair of eyes that seemed to be churning with hellish flames engulfed the horrified clerk.
"Your good cannot stand against evil!"
"It is not justice that can deal with evil..."
"Rather, it is absolute evil that is darker than evil!!!"
"Boom--"
There was a loud crash in the town, and as the two acolytes looked back in disbelief, a huge tentacle spread across the eyeballs broke through the roof and swatted down hard, high and mighty!
"Ah!!!"
Amidst countless screams, the entire street was instantly dyed red with blood!
The tentacle followed with a stunning sweep that flattened half the town's buildings.
Amid that tragic and unimaginable ruin, a giant starfish-like creature propped up more than ten meters tall slowly stood up humanly, with a huge brownish-yellow eyeball opening in the center.
"Evil God Familiars!!!"
The two acolytes finally stopped hiding, bursting with dazzling white light and battling the evil to a standstill.
And Eleazar, who has arrived outside the town, sits on a haystack and rests his chin, quietly waiting for the Demon Sequencer to make his choice.
The spell had unsurprisingly contaminated the sin-ridden clerk, it was just a little unexpected that it had turned into something like that, but it was good to see that the effect had worked.
It haunts the Acolyte, or perhaps the monster is haunted by the Acolyte, will the demonic Sequencer go to the rescue of the sacrifice, or come out to get him?
Looking forward to each other's choices...
Soon, the figure from last night's hasty glimpse reappeared, his tone stormy.
"What have you done!!!"