When the man woke up, the firelight in the fireplace was crackling, and an orange-yellow spark was bounced up and quickly fell into the flames. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When he saw me, he immediately let out a high-pitched scream, which I thought was because I was covered in blood.

He began to struggle, but it could only be in vain, and the rope woven from cowhide fixed him to the chair, which was a fairly strong rope, and the method of binding was not flawed, and it was impossible for a man to break free.

Even so, the constant whimpering and slurring roars that came out of his mouth, and the shaking-back and forth of the wooden legs of the chair and the constant sound of the floor made me feel as if they were about to pierce my eardrums.

To this day, he is still trying to torture me in this way. I could barely suppress the anger in my heart, and after placing his wife's head on the round table beside my hand, I walked up to him with my dagger in my hand.

"Whew-"

Seeing me approaching, the man sobbed out of his throat. It's a man, but he makes a voice like a woman, why do you call it that? Why do you put a scared look on your face? It dawned on me in an instant that this man wanted to present himself as a victim through such a performance, and he looked at me with fear and mockery in his heart. Why? Obviously I am the one who was hurt, I am the real victim, why should I be fooled by them like this?

If it had been then, I would have probably begged him to stop doing it on my knees. But now it's different, the weakness of the past is gone, and now I only have the flame of revenge burning in my heart.

I pierced the palm of his hand with a dagger that was tied to the arm of a chair, and then knocked out his teeth as he screamed further.

Saliva mixed with blood flowed out of his mouth, and the tears and sweat hanging from his face gathered together, gradually making him unable to open his eyes; The liquid in his mouth seemed to flow backwards into his throat, and he began to cough and retch in pain again.

I looked at his face closely, it was the first time we had met, but there was a bitter hatred between us. Not only him, but his wife, his groom, all the heads on the table behind me, and seeing their faces, the nightmares and pains of my past reproduced before my eyes, and the sight of their faces made me feel hatred rising from within me. My reason told me to stop, but the hatred I had already borne was beyond my reason.

"Why?" I put my hands around his neck: "Why are you doing that to me?" ”

“…… I...... Don't ......" his face turned red, and his lips made a difficult sound. To make his words clearer, I opened my hands lightly.

After his neck was loosened, he continued to cough a few times, then gasped violently. After a while, he raised his head and looked at me with eyes that were mixed with fear and hatred: "I...... I don't ...... at all I don't know you. ”

I was not surprised by what he said, for I had heard it countless times.

I was in no mood to continue pestering him, and when I looked down, I saw that I had plunged the dagger into his chest.

The fireplace swayed and danced, and I hugged myself and whispered beside the corpse, blood slowly dripping from the chair onto the back of my hand, and I looked up to see my own shadow on the ground.

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Serra wakes up early in the morning.

As the owner of the only tavern in town, she washes up before six a.m. every morning and gets to work preparing for the day.

First of all, the cleaning of the store will bring a refreshing mood to the customers, and although it is hard, the thought of the customer's smile makes Serra's body well-equip with energy.

Then there was an inspection, and after confirming the storage of wine jars in the warehouse and the extent of damage to the tables and chairs in the hall, she couldn't help but wipe her sweat and smile with satisfaction on her face.

―― How many of the above statements are lies, let you imagine for yourself.

Anyway, at this time, Serra heard the screams of the maiden from the second floor.

This is the voice of a tenant who is temporarily staying at Serra's Tavern, whose name is Alex, who is a poor milk.

Because of this, Serra unhurriedly put the wine glass on the table and walked unhurriedly up the stairs with the handrail.

As soon as she reached the second floor, she saw a disheveled girl rushing out of the house, and the two almost collided.

"What's wrong, Alex? Could it be that when I look in the mirror in the morning, I find that my breasts have become smaller again? ”

"It's not a joke!" Because of emotional flustery, the girl's complaint was far less accurate and sharp than usual.

"So, was it a nightmare? Do you have the nightmare of looking in the mirror and finding your breasts smaller again? ”

"How much do you want me to be small!? Do you pervert only have boobs in your head? What is the word 'again'? I've never had that bizarre experience! ”

The so-called one piece is relaxed, and the extremes of things must be reversed, and the next thing that Sierra ushered in was the girl's three consecutive blows.

Serra looked at Alex in front of her, although her chest was flat, the girl had a rather cute face, her eyebrows and the corners of her eyes that were hanging up made her look a little strong, but that awe-inspiring temperament and her flaxen-colored braided hair were quite compatible, and even the flush on her face at the moment because of panic and violent complaining also added a bit of girlish cuteness to her.

This is already a level that can be photographed and sold for money, Serra thought to herself, it's a pity that she is a poor breast, otherwise she may barely be able to compete with me.

"Inexplicably there is a super unpleasant feeling, where is anyone saying bad things about me?" Alex suddenly frowned and looked around, the dull hair on her head standing on top of her head like a radar antenna because of her sleep.

"Delusional." Serra casually digressed the subject: "What the hell is going on in the house compared to this?" ”

"Ahh Alex remembered and grabbed Serra's clothes, and her pupils reflected Serra's eyes: "Why is Hill sleeping next to me?" You bastard must have instigated it! ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about, guest. Can you let go of my collar? I'm going down to prepare breakfast for the guests. ”

"Don't play stupid for me!"

At that moment, the door behind them creaked open, and Hill rubbed his eyes and walked inside.

"Master, Alex, good morning."

"Oh! Good morning Hill! Didn't sleep well last night? Did you get while sleeping? ”

"Good morning—you're big!" Alex let go of Serra's clothes and pounced on Ciel, grabbing his arm with a serious face: "Ciel! Do you plead guilty? Do you seriously reflect on the crimes you have committed? ”

"Crime?" Hill tilted his head slightly.

"It's the crime of sneaking into the girl's room at night! Depending on the situation, this can be sexual harassment, so don't think that you look cute and you won't be held accountable! ”

Alex huffed and pointed at Ciel. Looking at the girl's crimson face, Hill blinked slightly.

"But, this is my room."

"Huh!?"

Alex, who heard the unexpected words, looked at Ciel with her mouth open in surprise.

"That's right, this has always been Ciel's room before, that's why I put you here in a coma." Serra said with a look of course beside her, "Because I gave up the room to you, poor Hill has been sleeping on the mountain all the night." ”

"Torotaro's stomach is warm."

Looking at Ciel's still expressionless face, Alex was a little speechless for a moment. Seven years old can't sit at the same table, and even then he shouldn't share a bed with a girl—it's hard for Ciel to understand now, and she doesn't think the boy has any crooked thoughts. Now the problem lies in other aspects -

"Miss Serra, remember what you answered last night when I asked you where Hill slept?" Alex turned her head and smiled at Serra, a gentle smile wrapped in murderous intent.

"Huh? How to answer? By the way, I was like, 'Don't worry, Ciel has a room here'. Serra put her finger to the corner of her mouth and thought about it for a moment, then looked at the girl with a big smile: "I'm not lying. ”

"Goo...... I'm angry, but you're telling the truth - do you think I'm going to say that? Do you think that with such treacherous claims you will be able to block my movements? ”

"That...... Miss Alex? Why do you remove the arm guard of your left hand while talking? Wait, wait! Why do you suddenly make a pitching stance like a baseball!? It's so unreasonable! ”

There is no reason to speak to the angry girl, and Sierra has learned something new today.

After a high-speed straight ball, the muffled sound of a body falling on a wooden board was heard in the hallway, followed by a commotion.

Today's tavern is much more lively than in the morning.

※

Checking the contents of the document on the table again, Partridge closed his eyes and frowned.

It was the fifth time he had taken the papers out of the drawer, repeating the act of putting them in the drawer and taking them out again after a while, and now there was still a look of hesitation on his old face.

Fingers tapped on the table, and in the rhythm, his face gradually became determined.

Almost at the same moment that his fingers stopped with the sound of the tabletop, there was a knock on the door from outside.

"Come in."

Looking up at the two figures behind Shalom who pushed open the door, Partridge smiled.

He turned the papers on the table around and pushed them towards them, speaking slowly.

"In the Pyeongkina Hills to the southwest, nearly a hundred people have gone missing from passing caravans in recent months." He raised his eyes and glanced at Ciel and Alex, who had walked to the table, with a solemn expression: "Death's Kiss 10086 and its companions, I have assigned you to investigate. If it is found that the incident is indeed man-made......"

Looking at Hill, who was expressionless and spying on Alex's hand Chinese, the old man's voice paused, and then he was as decisive and powerful as a golden stone——

"-- Eliminate it on the spot."