Pure, she's always liked this kind of thing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info put aside useless disputes and prayed for a peaceful life.

If she had to say whether she was good or evil, there was no doubt that it would be the latter, but Dio had no intention of doing anything, and with the help of the aristocratic "Connor" family, she completed college - at least it was much more interesting than what she had experienced. Before graduation, it was like in a hot-blooded comic and the son of the nobleman, who seemed to have a name, very simple... yes, John, and that guy won the rugby final.

Sure enough, there is no Joestar family in this world, and there is no fate of "DIO". So she chose to come to London and run a detective agency, and it has been seven years.

Said to be a detective agency, in fact, it is closer to a club, and the commissions so far have been something that is not nutritious, but it has a little spare money - aside from the Connor's funding, she has some income.

In your free time, reading a book is a good choice. When I was in school, because I didn't have a serious education when I was a child, I actually had some difficulty reading English, but now Dior is used to it.

The silence was soon shattered, though, as the rapid ringing of the phone knocked on her eardrums.

Leave it alone, that's what she thought, but the phone wouldn't be cut off because of this, and soon she couldn't stand the noise anymore and picked up the receiver.

"Hello, is this Mr. Dior from D-10?"

"Yes. ”

It's not good at all, Dior thought so, thinking about how to reply to the absolute party's commission.

"This is the Personnel Department, and now the Queen has a notice, have you heard about the recent time in the vicinity of the White Parish?"

“... The Queen's White Parish?"

Dio asked in disbelief, but her tone didn't show it. It was obviously not a trivial matter for the Queen of England to make an announcement, but she had never heard of it. Rather, she's been living in a two-story office she's been buying lately, and she hasn't been around for a while—the freshness of coming here has been polished out.

The only thing that is more interesting is Gear Street near King's Road, right?

Although it is a street, it is a vast area that occupies nearly half of the capital of the empire, and it really cannot be called a street. Simply because it grew out of what started as a small street. It's full of explosions and experiments. Gear Street profoundly changed the way of life of the people of the Empire, and also made the Empire leap to one of the apex of the world pyramid - thanks to the combat power rationed by Gear Street to ordinary people, which made the Empire come to an unprecedented period of strength. The Queen was very appreciative of the people here, but most people, including the Imperial Councillors, were not very interested in the people of Gear Street.

That's a very interesting place, like some new 'science' that I didn't see in my previous life.

"Monsieur Dior, are you listening?"

"Yes, please elaborate on the specifics, I'm taking notes. ”

Since it was a notice issued by the queen herself, it means that the reward is also quite large. Thinking so, he took out a pen and paper from the table.

The White Parish, the east of London and the vicinity of Whitechapel, where most immigrants lived, was rife with crime and unspeakable trades, and was a piece of ringworm in this bustling city. Dio couldn't help but think of the town he once lived, which was the same as this hellish place, and it seemed that the future of the country was not so good.

After recording the specific information, Dior couldn't help but have a headache.

In her memory of her previous life, the name of the perpetrator was very deep. In the vicinity of the White Parish, several prostitutes were brutally murdered. And just a day ago, the Central News Agency received a letter written in red ink and stamped with fingerprints, signed by...

"Jack the Ripper"

It's tiresome that the rotten criminal, who appears in countless literary works, as her name suggests, brutally tortures prostitutes, and provokes the empire and the police.

'Dear boss, I'm not going to stop until I'm caught. ’

God knows what kind of so-called murderers are in this world - at least, Dio now believes that there may be magic in this world.

She stretched out her right hand, and it was empty—but not so long ago, she had a special ability, the power given to her by a book called the Book of Dio.

Just like her name.

Dior (DIO)

――――

You're finally dead, you bastard.

She stood in front of her 'father', the delicate tomb in stark contrast to her mother's grave - her bastard father's grave cost her more effort and more malice than her mother, who had only erected a haphazard wooden cross. The tomb of the "good-for-nothing" is no, it can't be said to be good-for-nothing, she does hate this bastard father who is more like a stinking gutter rat than a street gangster, but that's about it.

It doesn't have much to do with it, and the abomination is nothing more than that.

She sneered and spat at the grave, the blonde hair and the 'handsome' face inherited from the mother of the prostitute who was sold to this town, pretending to be a boy for more than ten years, had nothing to do with this bastard father.

Still, it's over, and now I'm paying it off, you bastard.

Mercilessly abusing her 'biological father', she immediately thought about what to do next.

Yes, it has been more than ten years since I came to this world and worked to support this father who was good for nothing but drinking. She didn't live in 'this world' from the beginning, from a certain point on, she chose to forget the past for a while, her dead past, somehow born into this world, and still have memories of the past.

In addition to the caution of guarding against thieves and gangsters in the streets, her face may have been a little more ruthless and numb because of the environmental influence, and she hated the wine and hated the town even more. Compared to this kind of life, the previous life was quite comfortable and comfortable.

Perhaps a little tired, she sat beside the grave, her blue eyes gazing at the world full of malice.

Although temporarily, she took out a ring from her pocket, a magnificent gem and a conspicuous color, a delicate ring that a poor man like her could have.

Before she died, her 'biological father' told her that he had saved a nobleman and asked her to take the ring and go to the nobleman who lived on a manor not far from the town.

Then squeeze the money of the good nobles dry.

Just kidding, my name isn't 'Dior', but the family doesn't have the 'Joestar' family either. If it were just like that, maybe I could understand my future and make my life even more exciting. She sneered, playing with the ring, at least, it would provide her with some basic necessities.

"You don't look happy. ”

The sudden sound startled her, and her first instinct was to slip the ring back into her pocket before she looked at the person she was talking to.

Red hair, that's not a common hair color, not native. The middle-aged man wrapped in a brown coat who couldn't tell how physique, his braided hair looked very casual, all the stubble and dusty face, he seemed to be a guy in a hurry, and the travel backpack on her back also confirmed her thoughts. She soon noticed that the man had something tied to the side of his belt, but it was blocked by his coat and could not be seen.

It was a gun, and as soon as she made up her mind, she raised her smiling face.

"Traveler, the town is just ahead, but it's not very safe. ”

"Oh, that's sharp-eyed," the middle-aged man shook his head, "As a traveler, it's my job not to meddle in all kinds of things, but I'm a little different." ”

What the hell is this guy trying to do?," she asked, with a puzzled face.

"What's the matter?"

"Here's the specific thing. ”

The traveler puts down his backpack and pulls a book out of his stuffed backpack. The delicate metal trimmed book didn't look like a poor man's thing, and she frowned, randomly noticing the three letters on the cover of the book.

「DIO」

"Your name is ■■■, isn't it?" the traveler smiled sincerely, "My name is too, this book, please take it." ”

How do you know? As soon as she wanted to ask, she remembered that she had carved her name on the tombstone.

"This book... Looks like it's worth a lot of money. "She didn't take the book, she thought a lot, like the book was stolen or something, and that would cause her a lot of trouble.

"Hmm... How so?"

The traveler saw her confusion, and she stroked her stubble-covered chin and pondered how to interpret the book.

"Do you know magic?"

“... That's just a legend. ”

She replied very realistically, yes, magic, if there was magic, the world would not be the way it is now.

"It's just an analogy," the traveler continued to hand her the book, "this book is the book of DIO, although I don't quite understand what the meaning of this is, but the people who have always had this book are called Dior, maybe it has something to do with it? Everyone who gets this book will write their own story, and call themselves 'Dior', although my story continues, but... Yours is just getting started. ”

“... It's ridiculous. ”

What a story has just begun.

She shook her head, but took the book anyway, maybe it could be sold for a good price, right?" she thought.

However, she couldn't continue to think about it. The book disappeared in her hand the moment she touched it, and her eyes stared straight at the place where the book disappeared, not knowing why.

"Looks like your story has just begun. ”

The traveler smiled slightly, and as she said, it was 'magic'.

"After a while... I don't know how long it will be, but when the book reappears in your hands, you will no longer be yourself, so continue the story in the book. See you soon, friend. ”

As she spoke, the traveler's figure suddenly disappeared in front of her.

She was stunned for a long time, and it was only a few minutes after the traveler had left that she sighed.

"Dio, isn't this name 'fate'? Don't be stupid, at least, I'm not a 'savior'. ”

The words of the wicked are worthy of their name.

But... Friend?she chuckled, looking at her empty hands.

WELL, NOW, I'M 'DIO'.