After entering the low house, she glanced around the almost destitute house, and then Lorraine gave the girl a friendly smile.

"I don't mean to hurt you, I'm just passing through."

A boy wrapped in a quilt was curled up in a corner, and Freya stood at his side, her hands hidden behind her back, as if pinching her skirt, but Lorraine could tell at a glance that she was holding a dagger.

The candle flickered, and Lorraine did not look at her, but sat down in the only intact chair.

"The children of Hanovid live in a worse environment than I thought."

This sentence made the siblings feel inexplicably uneasy, and at the same time made them scratch their heads.

Who is ...... Hanovid?

The atmosphere was a little delicate for a while.

"...... are you?" Freya couldn't help but ask.

When encountering accidents, the young man is always restless inside, and her younger brother watches this scene weakly.

"Do you know who your father is?"

Seeing Freya's cramped appearance when she was interrupted, Lorraine suppressed her smile.

You can't spoil the atmosphere right now.

Their father, ostensibly the vanguard knight of the Imperial Order of Thorns, was in fact an empty shell.

A catastrophic defeat in a campaign ended the young life of that heroic figure, and his unwillingness, hatred, and collapse before his death attracted the gaze of the abyss.

The poor man who was watched by the abyss fell in an instant.

His emotions and soul were eaten and wiped clean by the demons of the abyss, and corrupted fungi filled his shell.

The man had crawled out of the mountain of corpses and blood, and by that time he had become a degenerate, a wild beast whose consciousness was dominated by demons.

In other words, the two young people in front of them seem to be no different from mortals, but in fact, each of them is a half-breed in the abyss.

As long as the opportunity is right, it is not difficult to become a human-skin monster like my father.

He looked at the frail Ulliel on the sickbed, and then at Freya, staring sharply at the girl with a sword-like gaze, as if to dissect her from the inside out.

This coercive look almost forced Freya to reveal her dagger, but Lorraine's next sentence made her movements stiffen.

"Your father is a great hero." Lorraine's eyes were playful.

"Huh?"

Hero?

The two of them widened their eyes as the distant and heavy word sounded, feeling that the man in front of them was joking with them.

They used to have too many fantasies, but the most unrealistic of them was that their father would be a "hero"?

Freya is in turmoil, and her father is a hero...... Where was his mother when she fell ill and died? Why didn't they come to see him and his sister, instead of letting them survive in the slums?

Why......

Freya's expression was confused.

"It's ridiculous! How is this possible," Ulliel stood up and stared at Lorraine, "sister, this is a liar, how do you prove that what you say is right?" ”

"We don't have anything of value in our house!"

Hearing her brother's voice, Freya seemed to react, and the shocked expression disappeared from her face and was replaced by a thick hostility.

“……”

When Lorraine's gaze turned to Ulliel, she quietly slipped into the darkness behind Lorraine, the dagger without a trace of arc light, ready to backstab.

None of the children who grew up in the slums were innocent.

Lorraine, who had already noticed Freya, shook her head helplessly.

He seemed to feel the girl's trembling, and she might have been in a cold sweat...... There should be no experience in killing.

But it's still a hassle.

At this moment, Lorraine is ready to be subdued by force.

At that time, even if these two don't believe it, they will have to listen to him finish speaking.

If so, they wouldn't be willing to cooperate...... Lorraine had no choice but to send the two poor young men to their father.

Mother, perhaps? The poor man's soul was not even left by the abyss.

However, at this moment, there was a sound of messy footsteps outside the low house.

"Hey, you two little bunnies are dead!"

The man cursed and cursed, as if he wanted to smash open the wooden door, and knocked frantically outside.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Faced with this subtle surprise, Lorraine's eyes flickered.

"Looks like you've got an uninvited guest," he smiled and stepped back, hiding himself in the darkness, "let him in." ”

Freya looked at Lorraine with a strange look, but out of fear of the person outside the door, she quickly stepped forward and opened the door.

A sour smell of wine came to my face.

Lorraine frowned, and a drunken man staggered into the room, reaching out and touching Freya, and the blonde girl quickly avoided it, causing a burst of scolding.

"Made, Boss Karn has taken a fancy to you, and you're amazing?"

In the foul language, the drunkard did not notice that in the darkness behind him, Ulliel was leaning against the wall and watching coldly.

The two sisters and brothers couldn't see that this man, who was suspected of being a friend of his father's old friend, had even the slightest hint of help.

"Come here, if you don't want to be beaten, come here! Let your shitty brother look at ......"

The candle flame amplifies the shadow of the drunk, and the strange shadows of the dancing and the howl of the inhuman voice make the scene even more chaotic.

"Don't come any closer, you drunkard, scumbag, bastard! Believe it or not, you've touched me, I'll bite your balls off and show them to Boss Karn! ”

Freya shouted hoarsely, but she couldn't stop the drunkard from coming forward.

She had already pointed the tip of her dagger at the drunkard, and Ulliel tried to pick up the fruit knife next to the bed to protect her sister.

The drunkard didn't expect the two siblings to do this, and he widened his eyes and blinked his drooping triangular eyes.

"Yo! The Emperor is above, see who is threatening me? A sick ghost, a table word? Do you think Lao Tzu will be afraid? Fuck—"

The drunkard pulled out the iron rod from his waist, and the tension in the room reached a peak.

"I warn you, don't come here!"

At that moment, Lorraine's arms suddenly let go, and he grabbed the dagger that slipped out of his sleeve and stabbed it into the drunkard's neck.

Suddenly, the chaotic room fell silent, save for Freya's nervous gasps and Juliel's coughing that she tried to suppress.

Lorraine tilted his head and saw that the dagger had severed tendons, ripped open the trachea, and pierced directly through the drunkard's neck, and blood gushed out, staining his hands all over his hands.

However, one blow kills.

He nodded in satisfaction, drew his dagger, and let the dead man fall, his angry and confused eyes stunned and unfocused.

Lorraine picked up a white-washed garment, wiped the blade, and looked at the two siblings as he moved slowly.

"Do you see clearly? Don't forget this angle. Only then would he not make a single sound. ”

The gentle tone, coupled with his movements and the corpse on the soles of his feet, made people shudder inexplicably.

"You ......"

The two siblings were shocked by the scene in front of them, and the calm handling of this man at the moment made the atmosphere more and more subtle.

It was as if everything that had just happened to him...... But it's a trivial thing.

"I adore Frey Hanoveld, your father."

"That's what he taught me."

Lorraine spoke lightly, and the dried dagger was retracted into his sleeve.

"See what I do? Have blood stains on my face? Lorraine looked up at Freya and Ulliel, "If not, dispose of the body with me." ”

After that, Lorraine and Freya carried the corpse through the deserted street, the blood kept dripping, the corpse had no temperature, and the moonlight shone on the girl's cheek, without a trace of blood.

They came to a ditch that stretched out into the bay, which was filled with filth, sometimes a corpse, and quickly drained down the river to the sea, where they were eventually found near the docks.

Almost all the people in the slums are black.

The docklands police were never concerned with the lives of these people, and the scholars in Uptown needed autopsies.

"Those sheriffs are going to make a fortune."

Lorraine told the blonde girl, who was still in shock and skeptical.

After that, they remained silent, and the two disfigured the drunkard's appearance and threw the body into the ditch.

"The first time you've done something like this?"

Only then did Lorraine ask Freya.

"Murder...... Not what we thieves do," Freya shook her head palely, "Ulliel only killed one of his bullies when he was a child. ”

"Do you know him, then?"

"Sam, pimp. He's always been to me, you should understand," Freya lowered her head, unable to speak, and could only gesture for a moment, "and...... Thank you. ”

Lorraine raised an eyebrow, seemingly unsurprised by the answer.