The white-haired monster curled up on the somewhat cramped bed, the pillow pulled by its sharp claws to reveal the slightly yellowed pillow, and the sweat completely soaked the blue checkered sheets on the bed more than once, leaving white marks.

"Lunn." Agnes sighed and called out.

The white-haired monster's body trembled slightly, and the white hair on its face faded little by little at an extremely slow pace, revealing the dark white skin of a typical Fenerporter close to the Gulf people, and the margins of the white hair finally stayed below the neck, slightly peeking out from the wrinkled collar soaked in sweat.

"Ma'am......" Lunn looked up, his somewhat hazy brown eyes instinctively looking for the direction where the sound came from, and his black hair was a little messy against his face under the effect of sweat, "You're back...... Was the hunt for Bloodblade successful? ”

"Of course, you can have a little more confidence in me," Agnes reached out and brushed aside the somewhat messy strands of hair on Lenn's face, revealing his very relatable and adult face, "You can sleep, I won't let people disturb you." ”

"I believe you, ma'am......" Lunn said in a somewhat feeble voice, a slight look of remembrance in his eyes, "I remember you asking me if I would like to be your work of art......"

"You didn't really want to." Agnes hooked the corners of her mouth slightly and whispered.

"I later learned that you were just playing ......," Lunn said, tugging at the corners of his mouth, "you don't really think of a monster like this as a work of art. ”

Agnes sighed and reached out to straighten Lenn's somewhat spasmodic arm beside him.

“...... You actually prefer a good and upright person, even if that person is ordinary and mediocre...... A man like me who jumps into the mire of depravity on his own is never what you love......" Lunn's unrelenting, sharp claws cut through Agnes's sleeve, and he pressed his claws against his body as if frightened.

"I murdered seventy-three people before I met you, and I did that before I became the 'instigator...... The first person I killed was a man I coveted my mother, and I was hiding in the closet, and my mother pulled me out......" Lunn's words were vague, and then he paused for a long time.

"I didn't succeed in resisting him, but I killed him afterwards, and I never felt like I needed to repent......" Lenn said, "The second person I killed was a woman who resembled my mother, and I couldn't do anything to my own mother, but I couldn't suppress my murderous intent when I saw her......"

Agnes listened inexplicably to Lunn telling herself about the people he had killed, and felt deeply in her heart that Lunn was really a good seedling of a "criminal".

“...... When I was killing the thirteenth man, I met Mr. Hayden, and he said that I was good-looking, suitable for the 'Assassin' sequence, and that he gave me the 'Assassin' potion, and that I did something for him, which was fair, although I actually disliked him a little at times......" Lunn's eyes were slightly blank.

“...... When I killed the thirty-fourth, I followed Mr. Hayden's orders and joined the Brotherhood of Ster......"

"Bernie Sturt is a ...... Nice guy, just a little stupid,......" Lunn said almost unceremoniously, his voice a little hurried, "he treats the members of his Brotherhood of Ster well, but he really regards the Brotherhood of Ster as his own power, and even thinks that his Mr. Lord can really be his patron...... His ambitions were utterly stupid...... But he can't be ruthless enough to accomplish his ambitions......"

Agnes listened quietly to Lunn's story, and sighed slightly.

"I helped Bernie Sturt kill twenty-three, Hayden Elvis thirty-one, and eighteen out of my own desires....... For these people, I repent of my act of killing them. ”

Lunn gasped for a moment before whispering, "But I will never repent of the first person I killed. ”

"If I can't drink the elixir from heaven, then I'll drink the sewage that flows from the abyss, ma'am." Lunn was silent for a moment and whispered.

Agnes was silent and did not speak.

"Ma'am, if I had met you earlier...... Lunn's increasingly weak voice broke the silence in the room and stopped in the middle of speaking

"Please sprinkle my ashes into the waves of the sea...... It's better to stay away from land......" Lunn's voice gradually lowered, "My character...... If you can form a seal that is useful to you...... If that doesn't work, you can also exchange some gold for the Extraordinary's party......"

"I'll grant your wishes." Agnes said calmly.

Lunn smiled a little when he heard Agnes's words, and whispered, "Ma'am, please give me a good night's sleep." ”

A slight spiritual touch arose in Angnes' mind, and Agnes looked at the white hair that had spread over Lunne's neck and Lunne's breathing slightly, hesitated slightly, and reached out to cut a cut in Lunn's arm.

Blood mixed with dark power flowed from the wound, the white hair gradually faded from itself, revealing the bare skin underneath, Lunn showed a slightly painful and distorted look on his face, some green tendons on his neck and forehead were revealed, and the palm that had returned to his human form subconsciously clenched the sheet under him.

"Nightingale," Agnes called in a low voice, frowning slightly, "can you sing a requiem?" ”

A slight muffled chant rang out in the room, and Lenn's expression became soothing and calm again, and Agnes felt her own peace of mind.

“...... O dear ones!

Sleep peacefully!

Everything will not bother,

Nothing will go back,

There will be no need to change ......"

Lunn's breathing faded, and his eyes closed looked peaceful, like a student asleep on the grass in the sun, a streamer of black jelly pouring out of his slightly open mouth.

Agnes reached out and carefully received Lunn's properties into the tin box, then looked at the flowers in her palms that glowed softly, sighed slightly, and put some of her spirituality into the flowers in her hands.

"A sincere desire to be blessed,"

"He plunged headlong into the abyss early on, but at last in his life he felt the warmth of brilliance as far as his eyes could see—though not bright. He deeply hoped that the light he saw would never sink into darkness, even though he knew that blood and death would always go hand in hand. ”