However, beneath the black hair was not her features, but an ancient mask cast in gold.
It seemed to be part of the same set as the golden crown on her head.
Under the mask's eye holes, a haunting blood-colored cold light could be seen, staring straight at Onizuka Tokotsume.
"Heh heh... Mr. Kimimaru... Seiji... Seiji..."
The lavishly dressed witch raised one hand, murmuring such words beneath the golden mask.
At this moment, the sound squeezed out from her throat finally no longer resembled that of a beast, but instead was the hoarse and plaintive voice of a young girl.
"It seems like she wants something from me? Is there some kind of connection between her and Sakai's student, Kimimaru Seiji?"
Onizuka Tokotsume's mind worked swiftly, and she quickly fished out the photo of Sakai Eriya and Kimimaru Seiji from her body, holding it between her fingers with a slight shake: "Do you want this? If we could communicate..."
But as Onizuka began to speak.
