Oh no! Something's wrong!

As Leon and the Cat Princess stood at the entrance of various societies, continually pulling people into the Yarn Society, a slightly anxious voice suddenly came from the white snake earring dangling from "Princess Catherine's" ear.

"Thrush!"

After subconsciously calling out, Narration of Nonexistence, who had always maintained a calm and assured demeanor, uncharacteristically demanded:

"What's going on? Why haven't you been caught yet? Why hasn't the story progressed?"

"I..."

Faced with the questioning from [Narration of Nonexistence], "Princess Catherine," who had run two blocks, finally stopped and hesitantly said:

"I just tried to proceed, but my powers kept warning me, so..."

So, you ran away again?

Gritting his teeth at Thrush's response, Narration of Nonexistence restrained the urge to scold, considering the abnormal situation he had just discovered, and urgently inquired:

"Never mind, let's talk about this later. First, tell me what the Food God and the black cat were just doing!"

"They... seemed to be pulling people everywhere."

Recalling the scene he had just witnessed, "Princess Catherine" uncertainly responded:

"I didn't see too clearly, but the president of the Shaman Society reported before that they've been recruiting people into the Yarn Society since yesterday, saying they wanted to kidnap me, probably doing that just now?"

"..."

It seems the rules of [Bedtime Story] have been discovered by them!

After listening to Thrush's description, Narration of Nonexistence fell into silence, regretting his previous overcautious actions. If he hadn't targeted the Yarn Society for stability, they might not have discovered the rules of [Bedtime Story].

But when he previously staged similar setups with [Bedtime Story], none of the targets reacted. Why did the Food God manage to uncover the issue this time?

Silently frustrated for a while, Narration of Nonexistence instructed Thrush to stay put. Then, dense black mist seeped from the white snake earring, transforming into a jet-black crow that soared high into the sky.

Indeed, it has been seen through...

Using the crow's sharp eyes, Narration of Nonexistence located Leon and another two streets away. Seeing the monk drawn into the story by the Evil Prince, he sighed, completely dispelling any hope, and returned to perch on "Princess Catherine's" shoulder.

"Be prepared."

Meeting "Princess Catherine's" somewhat bewildered expression, the crow, which Narration of Nonexistence had transformed into, spoke solemnly:

"They've found the weakness of [Bedtime Story]. The longer we delay, the worse it is for us. You must let yourself be captured by him as soon as possible!"

Uh... wasn't everything fine before? How did it suddenly go downhill?

Sensing Narration of Nonexistence's determination to "deliver" herself to the Food God, Thrush hesitantly remarked:

"But as soon as I get close to him, my truth will..."

"Entering my story means prioritizing adherence to my truth."

"?!"

In the widened eyes of "Princess Catherine," black mist from the crow rapidly expanded, engulfing her entirely and plunging into her through every pore.

With the invasion of black mist, the Disaster Avoidance spell, which had been ringing alarms, seemed forcefully thrown into a deep, murky quagmire, abruptly quieting.

Even though the chilling warning bell occasionally pierced the mire's blockade, its soul-clearing effect was now blunted, leaving her muddled and sluggish.

"You?!"

"Go find him!"

Sensing the diminishing constraints of [Bedtime Story], Narration of Nonexistence abandoned all patience and negotiation, coldly threatening Thrush, whose eyes were filled with an angry glare:

"Pillar Gods can't be killed, but they can be sealed, especially with your true form here... Thrush, the Pisces bureau only retreated from Secret Magic City; they haven't gone far. I can send your true form to them any time, or even let the Food God enjoy your flesh."

"?!!!"

"Do it. I won't repeat myself!"

...

"Lovely medium lady."

Unaware of the divine scandal being forced two blocks away, Leon, with gifts purchased by the Cat Princess's savings, stopped a middle-aged woman in a colorful headscarf and inquired with a friendly smile:

"May the Cat bless you... would you be interested in learning about our Yarn Society? Just signing your name gets you a gift!"

"No need!"

Facing the black-haired man blocking the way, the headscarf-wearing middle-aged woman raised her head and sternly said:

"I've heard from others in the society; your Yarn Society seems nice. But I'm already part of the Medium Society's mediums, so..."

"It's fine. Our Yarn Society's president is very open-minded and doesn't mind members belonging to multiple societies. You don't need to worry about us not accepting you."

"..."

You might not mind, but I do! And weren't you just saying a signature would suffice? Why does it now sound like joining your Yarn Society is required?

"Get out of my way!"

The evil prince's relentless persistence frustrated the medium lady, who irritatedly reached into her robe, pulled out a few yellowed fish scales, and disdainfully threatened:

"I have no interest in your dubious underground society! If you don't move, I'll summon spirits!"

"Don't rush, don't rush."

Through the Black Goat's soul vision, perceiving the medium's powerful spiritual aura, Leon patiently explained:

"You might not believe it, but your Witch Kingdom is facing a major crisis; the only potential solution lies with our Yarn Society, so I hope you can... well, alright."

Seeing the determined woman crush the dried fish scales, spreading their powder on her lips, Leon sighed and quietly replaced the flyer in his hand with an application form, extending it to her.

"?"

Glancing at the application with confusion, the medium lady cautiously stepped back and instantly invoked the Medium Society's summoning secret technique.

Upon the technique's completion, the gate of death opened a crack, summoning several powerful souls to respond and temporarily return, possessing the medium lady.

With her pupils flickering, her eye colors reversed, emitting a dense deathly aura, ancient spirits occupied her living body.

"I heard your call."

With a nasally, theatrical intonation, the possessed medium lady wickedly smiled, gazing upon the helpless evil prince:

"Are you... the Food God?!"