Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 575 - Chapter 575 Chapter 520 Monster

Chapter 575: Chapter 520: Monster Chapter 575: Chapter 520: Monster In a past life, Roger had heard some rumors about the Island Nation and endured the torment of many special images.

Things like mixed bathing, cohabitation.

Heh, all lies.

No matter what others said, Roger believed that if he hadn’t experienced it himself, it was all false.

After finishing his meal and returning to his own room, he tried to contact Uma.

As her master, Roger felt it was necessary to discipline this capricious maid.

Although the job was simple, Roger believed anyone would choose a fair and lovely beauty over a brawny man.

It had nothing to do with impulse and was all about aesthetics.

Roger was unclear how Uma communicated with Higurashi Senka; he always felt the girl looked at him in a strange way.

Of course, he was quite satisfied with Uma’s arrangements.

If the Western transcendents pursued the purity of their lineage, the path to becoming Transcendent in the East, at Sunrise, was entirely different.

No knights, no magicians, no vampires, no druids.

Here, the true core was the Onmyoji.

They are the most powerful Transcendents, followed by the Shrine Maiden Samurai.

Spellcasters enhance their mind driving Spiritual Power, and whatever the profession, all Transcendents cannot avoid one thing.

Guardian Spirits.

This was as vital as the Pale Blood, their core and foundation.

And during this time of waiting for news, Roger needed to find a way to transform and camouflage the energy signature of his body.

To make himself into a Transcendent with Spiritual Power of the East.

“Spirit.”

Roger extended his hand and traced a character in the air, the calm estate giving him a strange feeling, as if the land itself held some sort of power.

And then there was that shrine.

Without rashly using the transfer function, and without the thought to search, this was Roger’s first night at Sunrise.

There would be plenty of time.

For now, the most important thing was to adapt.

Unable to contact Uma, Roger wasn’t too bothered; he closed his eyes and recalled the girl practicing swordsmanship on the training field.

Her movements were crisp and clear, her muscles’ twitching couldn’t escape Roger’s senses, but for some reason, he always felt that there was something critically missing from the girl’s swordsmanship.

Like a soul.

Closing his eyes, he tried again to organize the power within his body, completely sealing Pale Blood certainly solved many problems, but it wasn’t a long-term solution.

In fact, Roger hoped to use the advantage of the Hunter’s Cabin to adapt to the new rules or make a breakthrough.

What Roger didn’t know was that, on the other side of the estate, in Higurashi Senka’s room, the girl had peeled off her training garments, put on some casual clothes, and after closing her room door, she approached the deepest part.

She walked to the desk, pressed her palm against a corner of it, a flicker of light passed, and then everything returned to normal. But behind the screen next to Higurashi Senka, a secret passage appeared.

Nobody would expect that in this old-fashioned building, there would be a completely modern hidden room.

Higurashi Senka went downstairs, and soon arrived in an underground room decorated in a modern style.

Entering the room and seeing the figure engrossed with the screen, Higurashi Senka couldn’t help but sigh.

“Aren’t you worried someone else might come in here?”

“Worried about what?”

The person speaking didn’t turn their head, munching on snacks while attentively watching the television screen.

“Yukiko, can you be serious for a moment?”

Higurashi Senka frowned and couldn’t help but scold.

“I am serious.”

The girl named Yukiko sloppily sprawled across the sofa, clothes twisted, revealing her snow-white thighs and belly.

“I’ve been so absorbed I haven’t slept in a day and a night.”

The girl rolled over, burying her head in a pillow.

“You’ve been injured, you need to rest properly.”

Higurashi Senka placed the box she was holding onto the table.

“If it weren’t for these things we stumbled upon, you might be dead by now.”

She sighed.

“Honestly, until just now, I’ve been very worried. If this were a trap…”

“Alright, alright, what’s there to worry about?” Yukiko yawned, carelessly waving her hand.

“It’s just good luck on my part, those damned things,” Yukiko said angrily.

“And of course, there’s that old rascal Michihiro Morita; if he’s going to run, couldn’t he at least give me a heads-up? ”

“If I were still in the old house, I’d be caught by them by now. An old man of his age still wants to trick his own granddaughter.”

Yukiko rolled up from the sofa, touching an injury, her face turning a shade paler, but quickly she carelessly began to eat snacks again.

“Once I’ve healed, and I find that old man…”

She stuffed potato chips into her mouth angrily.

“By the way, what’s with that Roger you told me about?”

“Someone commissioned you to tutor him in his swordsmanship and to observe you during a Demon-Exorcising Mission?”

Yukiko untidily tidied her messy hair. Petite and doll-faced with large eyes, she wore a carefree smile, even making fun of Higurashi Senka despite her injuries.

“I’m saying, Higurashi Senka, have you looked into it properly, that Madame Butterfly who you spoke of, and this Roger.”

“Could he actually be a powerful Onmyoji, who, smitten by your beauty, disguised himself to get close to you?”