That Time My Anime Life Got Cursed by Outer Gods-Chapter 91 - 90: Shiro: You Should Apologize Properly, Kasumigaoka Utaha!

Shiro Sakamaki's tone was laced with teasing, clearly mocking Kasumigaoka Utaha for her bravado just a few days ago.

Utaha's expression darkened instantly, ready to shoot back, but Machida Sonoko reached under the table and gently held her wrist, signaling her to hold back.

Utaha took a deep breath, calmed herself, and began recounting the events of the past two days.

Just as Shiro suspected, the entity haunting her was a low-level ghost. If it had been anything stronger, Utaha would've likely never made it through the night, let alone had the chance to seek help.

"Well, so what?" Shiro said indifferently after listening, his expression unreadable.

"You should've gone to the police. What do you expect me to do?"

"This isn't exactly the kind of thing the police can handle," Utaha replied, trying to stay calm. "At this point, I'm just treating a dead horse like a living one—trying anything that might work."

And she wasn't wrong. To a typical officer, her story would sound like a prank or the ramblings of an overworked novelist. Only after tragedy struck would anyone take her seriously. By then, it would be too late.

"I can help," Shiro said, his voice suddenly serious, "but it'll cost you."

Utaha's eyes narrowed. "What kind of cost?"

Shiro raised his eyebrows. "You didn't think I'd handle all this for free, did you?"

A flash of panic crossed Utaha's face as certain possibilities played out in her mind. Her wine-red eyes flickered with hesitation.

"If you have something to say, spit it out," she finally managed, voice low but steady.

Machida Sonoko interjected, clearly unable to bear it any longer. "Sakamaki-sensei, teasing a girl like this isn't very gentlemanly."

Shiro chuckled. "Relax. I just want an apology. A sincere one, for your attitude the other day."

Utaha stared at him for a moment, then stood slowly. "Fine. If you can solve this problem, I'll apologize—formally."

"No need to be so dramatic." Shiro waved her off. "Just admit you were wrong, and we're square."

"Deal."

At that moment, the store manager arrived with three cups of carefully blended coffee. "Guests, your coffee is ready. I've used five premium beans to—"

Before he could finish, the three of them were already on their feet.

"How many guests are leaving already?" he asked in confusion.

"Apologies, something urgent came up. We'll come back another time." Shiro placed some bills on the table before turning to leave.

Machida Sonoko and Utaha followed him out, leaving the store manager standing with his precious blend in hand, alone and deflated.

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Since they were nearby, it wasn't long before they arrived at Utaha's apartment. On the way, Shiro asked more detailed questions about the ghost.

Standing in front of her apartment door, Shiro scanned the surroundings. There were no major feng shui problems, and even the lingering curse energy was weak—barely noticeable.

That left two possibilities: either the ghost was weak and couldn't project far, or it was powerful but deliberately suppressing its presence. Shiro leaned toward the first. If it were the second, Utaha wouldn't still be here.

"This the place?" he asked, pointing at the door where faint curse energy seeped through.

Utaha nodded. "Yeah. This is it."

She unlocked the door, and the moment they stepped inside, Shiro moved toward the source of the curse energy without hesitation—a large, floor-length mirror.

As soon as he looked into it, his reflection twisted. The face staring back at him became distorted and grotesque, eyes weeping bloody tears that dripped down, staining its clothes.

Cursed energy began pooling toward him, clearly a prelude to a spiritual attack.

But Shiro didn't flinch.

"So eager to strike without gauging the difference in strength? Foolish."

Lightning crackled in his palm, but he paused. Using thunder spells indoors could cause too much damage. With a shift of focus, the energy turned into a radiant gold.

"Golden Light Spell."

He waved his right hand, sending a torrent of golden light flooding across the room. Wherever the light touched, the curse energy melted away like snow under the sun.

A terrible scream echoed from the mirror. Cracks splintered across its surface before the whole thing shattered, shards raining to the ground.

Shiro turned toward the door. "It's over. You can come in and check. The danger's been eliminated."

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