Behind the dream, a two-minute walk to the east, you will find a small shop called the Tailor's Union. Every month, a trolley goes around the nearby farm, dropping rolls of cotton thread and putting away the finished cloth. The best were dyed and sold here to Marquet's more affluent citizens, under the watchful eye of the factory owners.

"Good evening, Debbie."

"Forget the lady."

Deborah frowned. I think if I had always been human, I might be a bit like her. With five children and a husband who loves her, she has a thriving career and she faces her age with beauty and dignity. The gray of her auburn hair and the crow's feet in her dark eyes did not extinguish her charm. She behaves calmly and confidently.

She is also an untrained mage. I could feel the caster's aura of leakage in her.

Perhaps because we were far from the big city, she never had any magical education, and her potential was only manifested in a strange quirk. She can see through the lies of mortals.

"What's the guess tonight?"

"Sophia."

"Wrong again."

"Someday I'll know your name."

"Don't bother, it's Fernand."

"Really?"

"No, it's Helinis."

"You're fooling me!"

She pretended to frown, and then we all laughed.

"How do I know you'll keep your word?" I still don't know when you're cheating on me. ”

"I promised you."

She snorted with a wry smile.

"Who will respect their promise now?"

"I did."

Our eyes met, and even though I didn't cast a spell, she flinched and trembled. Despite her lack of formal training, she was perceptive and sensitive enough to perceive the aura on me. I keep my promise, oh yes. All.

"What a strange woman you are, Miss Lace."

"I will accept this compliment, I believe it is meant to be."

"Ah, yes, of course." She lowered her eyes and replied.

I had to remember to blink more. I didn't mean to scare you.

"There's something I want to know."

"Really?"

"Is there any newcomer in that caravan that Roger is in?"

"Murder. Why don't you ever ask me about the latest gossip like anyone else? You always have a dark side. ”

Someone has to ask, otherwise nothing will be solved. Speaking of which...... I want to know my answer right now. ”

"Yes, I'm sorry. That's just the old team. They managed to get here from Springfield through the snow, and I don't think they could have stowaways. Unless it can get water from sucking icicles. ”

"Well, tell me about Mrs. Tucker's death."

She trembled and crossed her chest. I resisted the urge to hiss softly.

"That's a terrible thing. Believe it or not, she was found in her bedroom earlier today, just hours after attending Mrs. Callaghan's tea party. You...... Did you go to her house?"

"I did. Unfortunately, the body was lifted and dragged to the morgue in the judge's office. He made it clear to his janitor that I was persona non grata. ”

There was only a pool of congealed blood in her study, which was conclusive evidence that she had been slaughtered at the scene. It's also old, at least for a day.

"Pushing you away, huh?" Don't you think you should let him work? I know your John is a horrible kid, but...... If that madman comes after you, this time may not be enough. ”

"Two people were slaughtered, Debbie, and people are scared, and when they're scared, they tend to do things that aren't wise."

"But it's good for your business, right?" Do desperate people do something to keep themselves alive? So, it's not too bad?"

I stopped to study my opponent. That's really ...... Odd. For a mortal. It is considered immoral to value profit more than a terrible death. I know she's not, and her tone is a little hesitant. Why would she risk appearing callous? Unless...

"Are you worried about me?"

The mask broke, and she exploded.

"Dear woman, it's not your responsibility! Do you know how bad the city center was before you settled down? I remember it very well! What if that madman goes after you and your bodyguard doesn't catch him? It's going to be over again!"

"Don't be nervous, Debbie, I've taken precautions. If I disappear, the dream will be taken over by someone I trust. ”

Everyone may be replaceable, but not always by their opponents. Keep this in mind. Before you get screwed by yourself. ”

"I will consider your suggestion. Now, tell me about the murder. ”

"You know, I don't need any intuition to know it's a pile of."

"I wasn't lying; I rebuked you in a polite and clear way. ”

Debbie shook her head and leaned against the counter. After taking a deep breath, she turned her attention back to me.

"I didn't want to tell you. The old bat has been babbling about the dangers of accepting people who don't fit in and the inevitable fate of those who often don't fit in. She insisted that God had protected her because she lived a pure life, avoiding assemblies of prostitutes, witches, savages, and foreigners. ”

"Charming".

"Isn't it?"

"It's as if she provoked something to kill Roger, and that thing answered."

We stared at each other, and the silence was pregnant with signs of quarrel. Debbie broke down first.

"You're going to do it, are you?" Use yourself as bait. ”

"It's doable."

"Oh my God, I knew!"

"I'll be careful."

"You're right. Let's get out. Don't you dare die in front of me, do you hear?"

I waved goodbye as I turned. Her concern was touching, but I wasn't defenseless either, and I hadn't had a decent meal in a long time.

A welcome party was waiting for me to return to my dreams, a party I could live without.

"Judge Sullivan."

"Miss Wright, I was wondering if you could clarify something for me."

"Of course, do you want to go in?"

"I'd rather not."

Three of his bailiffs surrounded me and John, assuming a barely disguised gesture of intimidation. I raised my eyebrows and pretended to be surprised, and then we waited in silence. I've worked well with boredom over the years, and that's what I'm saying to them now.

Behind the judge, the door of dreams opened, and a man walked out and walked in again. Annoyed by the delay, Sullivan spoke first.

"In the last few days, two people have been murdered horribly."

Silent.

"I can't help but notice that old Roger is working for you."

"Indirectly, yes. And?"

"Rumor has it that he stole merchandise destined for his dreams."

I shrugged.

"It doesn't matter. We inspect every shipment and only pay for the goods that actually enter the warehouse. ”

"Mrs. Tucker has bluntly condemned your ...... Establishment. ”

"She and a few others."

As we spoke, a group of armed men left the Dream one after another and took positions around us haphazardly. The marshals noticed this, but it was too late, they were already surrounded, and they were far behind in numbers.

Do they think they can intimidate me? Ridiculous.

"Don't play tricks on me, woman. I just got here, a killer killed two citizens, is their disappearance in your favor? It was as if someone had killed two birds with one stone, both dispelling opposition and making me appear incompetent. ”

"Why should I put any effort into what you have tirelessly pursued?"

"You dare!"

Sullivan took a step forward, but John nudged him lightly with his hand. Despite the restraint of my bodyguard, the old man almost lost his balance. Only his assistants can keep him upright. Sullivan was furious like an angry toad, but eventually he found himself in a terrible predicament.

Most of my guards have completely surrounded the enforcers. They stood in close proximity, and any clash would end with the defenders being quickly routed. Sullivan realized this, just as he realized that there were quite a few patrons who had witnessed the collapse.

I can try to save his reputation. On the other hand, I had the perfect opportunity to teach some rules to newcomers. For example, about the balance of power of our respective countries.

"I also think it's weird. After all, death happens shortly after you arrive. Maybe there's a guy on your team who is a monster in human clothes?"

"Shameful! This...... Slander!"

"Just a theory, a theory that is as valuable as yours. More, perhaps. For more than a decade, I have been insulted by Tucker and others, but I have never lost my cool. I have little reason to act now, especially since Mr. Tucker himself is one of our regulars. ”

"What?!"

"Accidents? You shouldn't be. All the gossip, the history of the town, and the information of the most influential members are easily available through a simple conversation with the electorate. But you don't care at all. Instead, you bring your thugs from out of town, swaggering like a rooster and leaving empty theories behind. Since the untimely death of your predecessor, our Town Council has maintained order, and you better remember that we can still recall you. Now, please forgive me......"

Without resistance, I walked past the judge and his squad, my men following behind. There were quite a few people snickering, and I heard the distinctive sound of Halligan spitting on someone's shoes. Lovely. And a waste of my time. I need a plan to expel Sullivan from the city in case he makes another mistake. Killing a judge would be troublesome, and I've reached my quota for "mysterious disappearances" this year. There is one more obstacle.

I walked over to the bar and smiled at the friendly greeting I received. I took off my coat and leaned over the bar to let out an appreciative "ah". Oscar nodded in acknowledgment.

"I need a rumor."

"yes?"

"I must let everyone know that I think Roger's killer is a coward, he will never have the guts to come here, and my room is the safest place in town. Safer than bank vaults. ”

The bar maître d't stopped wiping his glasses and stared at me with his melancholy chocolate-colored eyes.

"Are you sure about this boss?"

"Pretty sure".

“…… All right. I understand. Be careful, though. ”

I walked towards my bedroom. The truth is that I know too little about my goals. I didn't smell anything alien around the corpse, and there was no trace of any aura nearby. My only inspiration comes from the victims. First, the bodies were placed in what was considered safe, where they were bound to be found. Even now, the warehouse is heavily trafficked, and Mrs. Tucker's house is where the upright Harpies usually meet, eating cake, farting, and then putting the blame on their rat-like dog. This shows that he is very confident. The monster is reluctant to hide because it thinks that the entire human race is powerless to stop it, which leads to the second point. If the corpse is information, then Roger is to announce it and Tucker's arrival, showing that no one is safe. My instincts tell me that the arrogance of my goal knows no bounds, and that it likes to put on show.

Obviously, it never came face to face with a vampire.

In any case, setting up a bait should be better than running around trying to track down a creature that can clearly hide its presence. At the same time, there's one little thing to make sure my bedroom doesn't let my secret admirer come back. Then I would teach him or her the meaning of the borders, one phalanx at a time.

One night later.

All my preparations are done. I reinforced my door with two more locks and installed one of my creations near each exit. According to Lowe's vision of a magic capacitor, the tool is a piece of silver that looks like a drill on one end and a key on the other. Its functionality is simple. Any spells cast near it will be destroyed, and the energy will be absorbed. It allows me to circumvent my own lack of magical skills and hopefully surprise the caster who didn't expect it if they try to get in through supernatural means. An elegant solution, if I had to say so. Of course, there are limitations. This range is very limited for a person, and I doubt that it will affect spells that have already been cast. To protect my lair, this should be enough.

In the end, I decided not to place a mousetrap in a strategic location. I'd rather break your fingers myself.

The last measure I took had to do with my fellow hunters. She was ready, and very eager.

Now that it's all over, I have no excuses. It's paperwork! I don't know why I have fifty chickens on my bill, but it's better to have fifty chickens on the Christmas table, otherwise I'll know what to do with those feathers. I would even pay for gas out of my own pocket.

A sound of footsteps indicates that a guest is coming. I recognized Margaret's horrible touch, but not the other. Heavy. A man.

After hesitating for a moment, Margaret knocked on the door and I opened it.

"Ma'am, here comes Mr. Tucker. He wants to talk to you about the murder. ”

How interesting.

"Come in."

Margaret let the man in, and then left at once, as ordered, and I took a moment to look at my guests.

Mr. Tucker is a cunning man. Over the past few years, he has been one of our more cautious guests. He owns a stake in the coal mine and works as an accountant at one of the city's two banks. Or I guess it's owned. Under his normal human scent, there was now another scent, the light decay of a dried corpse. I wouldn't notice it in the crowd, it's just that the cleanliness of my room allows me to pick it up easily. There is still no trace of aura.

"Forget the lady. Good evening," he said, holding his hat in both nervous hands. An impressive reproduction, even in manners.

"Ah, Mr. Tucker, we're old friends, you and I, aren't we?"

The man blinked, then lowered his head nervously.

"I don't say that......"

Well, I admire you. Still a little worried. Is it a lucky guess, or does it make it into the victim's memory? If there were, I hope there is a limit, otherwise the creature may have access to the knowledge collected by humans.

If it has a physique to match, it will be dangerous.

"Are you going to talk about murder?" Do you know what I find most interesting?"

I turned around and approached one of the two windows leading to the inner courtyard, which I opened despite the bad weather and late hour.

"People see that the victim is still moving after he dies."

I crouched down with an eagle-like claw sticking out of an elegant sleeve, grabbed it, and pulled hard. The thing that used to be Mr. Tucker was sent into the night screaming and the door locked.

I didn't want to risk fighting indoors, where furniture costs so much in this abandoned place.

I jumped up gently and crouched next to it as it stood up. In addition to its clawed hands, its head is also split in half by a nightmarish mouth covered with needle-like teeth. Wisps of skin peeled off from the inhuman parts, as if they had exploded from within. The stench of rotting corpses grew stronger, and I could finally feel the beginning of the aura. Werewolves are anger and rage, and this thing is envy and pride, meaning depravity and blasphemy. I was disgusted by the way it looked and angry at the challenge it dared to make.

Judging by the speed of its attack and the strength it displays when slaughtering its prey, this creature is superior to We

Digo is slightly more dangerous.

I'm angry that something so weak has invaded my territory.

"What are you?"

It's still talking. However, I'm done. I walked over and put my hand into its chest and found ...... Nothing. There was not a single trace of blood. There is only layer after layer of skin like parchment. I was startled and brushed its face, and the result was pretty much the same. Only a little blood dripped from the few teeth I had rubbed.

Before I could attack again, Tucker's face fell off the monster's head, like a poorly nailed painting on the wall, and below it was a young handsome man, arrogant and composed, with dark blue eyes. The clawed hand reached out to me, and the aura of my enemy shone brightly, its tainted nature replenished by the caster's glittering aura.

“Fi

ewhip !”

My focus. In the palace deep in my heart, the statue of the Transfiguration Herald glows with an ominous blue light, and in the real world, the purple essence is on my paws. With a wave of my spell, the spell broke, and its heat dissipated harmlessly in the winter air.

The wonder in its eyes is precious. After a while, I pierced them and saw a satisfying liquid gushing out of the wound. Then the monster screamed. The terrible and trembling sound was deafening, and the music in the dream stopped.

"What the hell is that!?"

No, you little bastard, it's my business that you want to ruin! I was ready to jump, but reconsidered. The beast was turning, and I couldn't slaughter it in the yard. The panicked customers had already tossed the curtains aside. A change of environment is needed.

I let it run away, whistling. To my right, the stable door slammed open, and Métis walked out with his harness on.

She was huge, a towering black being surrounded by an ominous aura. She walked forward with difficulty, her hooves thundering against the thick snow. I grabbed the belt on her chest, and as she passed me, I quickly turned around and lay on her back. The Métis never rode horses. The harness was only used to secure my hunting tools.

I put on my black cloak and ran down a side street with the fleeing shadow. This creature is fast, but the metis is faster. The moonlight shone on a pair of panicked eyes, this time dark brown. A new face fell off, its limbs became thin and long, and it jumped onto a nearby roof.

The deadline has arrived. Not only can it mimic mages, but it can also mimic magical creatures. When my mount turned around without warning, I turned sideways. When Métis sees her prey, the forest fires can't stop her.

I don't want that thing to jump around on the delicate tiles and wake up the people around me in the dead of night. After a silver dagger, the guy screamed and fell to the other side of the street.

I crouched and jumped in turn. In a single movement, I reached the top of the ramp and pushed myself to the other side.

It was too late and the streets were empty.

And that's not all. It thinks it can be hidden. I take air samples. The rotting skin emits a strong foul odor, but it is subsiding. I walked up and down the street. Nothing.

It's still there, hidden. There are only big wooden houses and a ceramics shop nearby. Nothing can be moved. I close my eyes and focus. Through the thick walls, I heard several slow heartbeats, barely audible, followed by something lighter, faster.

I turned around and threw it out at the same time. My third and final dagger struck my prey, a large bat about 50 feet away from me, and it screamed and fell into the snow.

Uh, what. That's not my prey at all!

With a disgusting hiss, a stag emerged from the wreckage and fled. It doesn't matter, it is. I caught up and jumped on Métis who came from a side street to meet me. We galloped through the streets like Hessian hussars, leaving behind us brown and white clouds. The buck was so close to me that I could shoot or catch up with it, but it's out of town right now, which fits in with me. Métis will have her pleasure and I will have my peace of mind.

We gently jumped over a fence and the last house was gone. In front of us, there is only an endless sea of flat snow, dotted with scattered groves, glittering like diamond powder in the moonlight. The buck has grown big enough to carve a path through the pristine ice. As the cold wind caressed my skin, I could hear its panicked breathing and the Métis themselves. My hood falls behind and my hair is free. There, under a dark sky, only the three of us were dancing the ballet, and the ending was as old as time and equally inevitable. It's going to be over soon, but now, we're competing, and I cherish this moment.

As Métis moves full throttle, the distance between us grows closer, until the horror of the metamorphosis can hear the nightmare behind it trampling snow under its brutal hooves. It ran to the side and got into a bush. I heard another crackling sound, another piece of discarded skin, and I pulled out my shotgun.

Another piece of mine, this spear is a weapon used for hunting on horseback. It has a spiked armor designed to keep the harpoon's prey away from its bearer, and a two-foot-long silver and steel blade that is enough to nail two adults to a brick wall. I lowered it with anticipation.

The biggest werewolf I've ever seen emerges from the woods. Its fur is black, interlaced with claw marks and other scars. It opened its large, fanged mouth and let out a terrible howl, and the blood it promised would make any mortal pale and make any horse tremble.

Métis is not an ordinary horse. She sped forward, eager to answer the challenge. I leaned over to her, using my legs as support, and grabbed the astonished enemy by the throat. The spear took the beast out of its claws, and I plunged it into the trunk of a large pine tree, piercing it as deep as I could. Without waiting, I jumped.

I don't know how many layers of skin this thing has, but I've got to figure it out. Even if I had to lay enough parchment in the forest to furnish the Library of Alexandria. It's going down. Right now.

I slammed into the chest, breaking clawed limbs. With the other hand, it almost grabs its face and throws it away. The meat disappeared and a large bird was released.

of the head! Of course!

I grabbed its feathered head and ripped off its beak, which broke off without resistance. We rolled on the ground, and I broke the clumped dermis layer after layer, sometimes animal, but mostly human. I don't hesitate when this creature becomes a child, or a pleading mother, or an old man with a sad face. Childish and pathetic. For people like us, this ruse is wasteful. After more than 20 faces, I stopped another spell from being cast, then ripped off another wolf's muzzle and nose, and then broke the spine of another snow monster. The skin was shedding faster, and the creature was desperate to change shape as quickly as possible to break free from my grasp. Hopeless struggle. The only thing that disturbs me is my sense of smell.

I don't count shapes anymore. When my captive managed to slip away, I just cut, pulled, pulled, grabbed a limb. It was no longer a fight, just a chaotic execution, and after a few minutes, my claws drew blood.

I paused for a moment out of curiosity, though I should have known better. The real trait is a native, maliciously distorted. Its eyes flashed with absolute malice. It spits out insults and curses.

Yes, struggle, blame your fate, invader, you are dead now.

I leaned forward and ...... Recoil.

He stinks to death! If physiology allows, I vomit at my last three meals. For the watchman's sake, what is that! Has his real body been soaked under that layer of skin for ten years? Polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons!

I shoved him headfirst down into the pure snow, cursing my fragile nose and dragging him around the nearest tree. After the beating, I slapped him hard again, leaving him unconscious, and then looked at his neck.

No. Just no. No!

I grabbed one wrist and rubbed it vigorously with a handful of ice. I'm not going to let my meal go to waste, it's impossible! Seriously, though, I'm not entirely convinced it's worth it. Finally, the skin becomes clean, with only a slight smell of tanning workers' armpits.

"It's a good ......"

I can't say. It was a unique and interesting moment where I had to dress up my prey like a cavewoman. Well, nothing. Close your eyes, Ariana, and think of America!

I took a bite.

A strange land, red, cracked like the skin of an old peasant. The man on horseback emerged from the wounds on the ground, bringing with them captive and captured cattle. My father was a good chief, and one day, I will do the same.

My leg didn't heal. I don't want to be a hatali, a therapist. At least I still have Sandal. Her beauty will ease my pain.

I hate them, I hate them, I hate them. I threw that bloody stone at the back of my dead brother. If Sha

dii

Willing only to spread her legs for the mighty hashk Dilwo, and not for a cripple, then I will give her what she wants. I pulled out a paring knife and smiled for the first time in months.

I am a powerful body, a powerful magic! I'm I. Nardloche, a skinner. Travelers, raiders, villagers, and herders, all fell before my tricks, their skins and memories added to my collection. Whoever despises me, I will cast them down. No one can ......

I leaned forward and was pushed by an impatient and hungry guy. Her warm breath tickled my ears.

"Hiss!" Impatient girl! Your time is running out soon, I promise! Let me finish!"

No one could stop me because they didn't even realize their danger

Lump.

"Ah, Métis, come on!"

I stood up and let the bloodied body fall to the ground. I'm almost done! Well, I'll give her the attention she deserves. I patted her on the head, congratulated her on a job well done, and negotiated a truce with her until it was her turn.

"Alright, alright......"

Métis had a nostril and I realized my mistake.

"No, wait, Métis people, I'm sorry!"

Too late. The proud and angry horse, hearing the stench on my fingers, neighed in pain, turned its tail and galloped away.

“Metiiiiiiis !”

Damn it. She took my shovel too!

"Stupid ponies!"

Ah, I've got to go back to my dreams and come back with a shovel to hide that disgusting thing. Tonight couldn't be worse!

I stared at the open bedroom door. I had given a definite order to lock the door when I was gone, and I knew it was Margaret's doing.

I pushed the door open, and the pungent scent of roses came to my nose. All the little silver traps I had prepared to use to destroy the magic were carefully cut, twisted, and assembled on my desk, deftly recreating the nativity scene. Another envelope was placed on my bed.

I screwed up, didn't I?

I sighed heavily, lamenting the cruel fate of this poor, lowly, best-done vampire.

"My sweet little princess,

Now that your territorial dispute is settled, come to me. We have a lot to discuss.

With a lot of love,

Your admirers. ”

Parameter. That little...

"Hiss!" Oh, that's it!"

I walked out and immediately greeted Margaret.

"Aside from Roger's caravan and Sullivan's tours, has anyone else been in town lately?"

"No, miss, the city is completely devoid of tourists, and I'm not sure if the handsome gentleman stayed."

What's wrong?

"A handsome gentleman?" What handsome gentleman? This is the first time I've heard of anything like this!"

She blinked in surprise, her mouth twisted in worry.

"I've never mentioned him before?" I apologize to you, hostess!"

"It doesn't matter."

A handsome gentleman. Right. At least I know where to start. The first is the Swan, the only official institution in the city. It was where visiting dignitaries and clergy stayed as they passed through town.

At least officially.

I'll start looking from there. If not, I'll go back to the seamstress's guild tomorrow and ask Debbie where the man is and why she hasn't mentioned him before. This is unacceptable.

The main entrance of the Swan Hotel is scented with roses. A blooming flower stands proudly next to the clerk's table.

Unbelievable.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm looking for a friend."

"Of course you're Ms. Lethe...... Please don't spoil the peace here, okay?"

The clerk was a tall, thin old man with a respectful look who tried not to giggle in his own jokes. I should have woken up John.

I leaned forward and stared into his eyes, letting a hint of threat slip through my calm mask.

"The boss can disrespect me in public, sir, can you?"

The ridicule turned to anger, but I recognized him now. He is the night manager of this hostel. Most people are indestructible, but they also have weaknesses.

"Can you, Philip?" Can you afford to behave unprofessionally? What happens to your daughters if you lose your income?"

The sneer fell.

"I ask you to leave, ma'am."

"I'll talk about it when I'm done."

I followed the smell of perfume up the stairs to the master bedroom on the top floor. I opened a door and walked into a fully furnished reception room surrounded by a blazing fireplace. Despite the extremely low temperature, the balcony door was open and a melody came from inside. His voice is masculine, and the tenor pitch is very beautiful. A few notes played on a small harp or lyre accompaniment to the song with elegant and delicate arpeggios. However, the lyrics ......

"Once upon a time there was a beautiful woman,

His foul mouth is worse than anyone else's,

Although she tried her best,

The mortal was impressed

Because of the beauty of her buttocks. ”

I looked out through the opening to see a bedroom facing each other. Inside, I saw a solemn couch with a man I knew lying lazily.

I was banging my head on the windowsill, completely frustrated.

“Si

eaaaaaaad !”

This Likaea

The man wears a gorgeous green jacket and does look like a prince. The emaciated ghost we rescued from the cave was gone, his amber eyes sparkling and surrounded by a plump, handsome face, delicate and somewhat manly. His hair had grown and formed a pleasant halo on his face, glittering like wheat in the July sun. As I looked at him, he shone with a golden glow, and for a moment, his color became extremely vibrant, and then returned to normal.

"Good evening, baby, it's been a long time."

Rake! He planned so well that I couldn't even pinch him because he was in someone else's house. I even saw a white leg sticking out of the heavy bedspread, clearly female......

When I think about this place in town and the owner of the house, something pops through my mind.

"Sinid, are you in Louisa Watson's bedroom?"

"Ah, yes, Louisa, what a lovely girl."

"You...... She has a fiancé!!"

"Thanks to me, they will be consummated in two months, I promise. The lad should be grateful!"

"Cinny!"

"I even taught her some tricks, which will surely make him happy."

"Oh, my ...... Cough...... You're such a total badass!"

"Shhhh You're going to wake her up. I'm not here to talk about my delicious snacks, no, I'm here to discuss our next collaboration! He added with a dejected smile.

"Match my ...... My ass!" How dare you!"

"Tsk, I told you I'm going to test you the next time we meet. Can't say I'm impressed. It took you a long time to find someone who didn't even hide. ”

"I've got other things to do!"

"What, that skinned monster?" Pffffft。 Ridiculous. It shouldn't take you a few minutes to take it apart. ”

“Aaa

g !”

"But let's get out of this dreary place first. The people here are old-fashioned and nosy. It reminds me of the courtroom in my hometown. Listen to me, I've had enough of seducing frog chastity away, and I want some horny girls to climb on me three at a time. ”

"You're dead."

"Don't do that!" I have a brilliant suggestion that you won't refuse. Just entertain me for a week and I'll reveal it in detail. ”

"I don't see ......"

"I know the location of the Knights of Gabriel's main prison on the mainland, less than two days away from the city."

When Sinid smiled like a portrait of innocence, the end of my sentence died on my lips. There is no doubt that he is telling the truth.

"Huh?"

“…… Makes sense, but it's best not to play tricks. I'll allow you to stay for a week. ”

"Great!"

Senid jumped briskly, closed the window, and picked up a prepared suitcase. We walked down the stairs and he stopped at the reception, where our dear Mr. Philip was staring at us like an angry gargoyle.

"Ah, yes, dear Ariana, I seem to be strapped for cash. Since I'm your guest, would you mind making it up for me?"

"What?!"

The Lika leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Aren't you responsible for guaranteeing my happiness?" Of course we don't want me to go to jail, so how am I going to take you to the place mentioned?"

I should have let him rot, or erase the memory of my coming from Philips' mind and let that idiot cool down on the prison bench for a while, but ...... Ah, he's right, I can't let mortals disturb my guests.

I gritted my teeth and asked for the bill.

Philip smiled like a cannibal on the battlefield and pulled out a bundle of real papers from a drawer next to him.

"Let's see. Three nights, three breakfasts, lunch and dinner, bath tonics, and two bottles of Romansame-Conti, three bottles of Worthny-Romansame, a bottle of Saint-Emilion, a bottle of Riesling, a bottle of Mummie Black Belt Champagne, a bottle of bourbon, a xylose peach gin, a dozen honey, three pieces of Swiss chocolate, and a quart of mead, for a total of one hundred and twenty-six dollars and fifteen cents. ”

Take a deep breath, Ariana, take a deep breath. Count to ten.

You can't kill him, that would be a violation of the oath.

"Herm. My bank will accept it. ”

"Of course. Please sign here, Ms. Ariana Lerte. ”

I did my best to restrain myself from poking the bill, not stabbing Philips in the eye, not stabbing the stupid pen.

As soon as I got out, I immediately turned left onto a side street.

"Hey, the dream isn't over there!"

I found a metal rod in a bucket next to a building material holder and twisted it like wet noodles.

"This better be a great, grandiose, amazing proposition, you utterly vile villain!" Scoundrel!"

"Tsk, there's no need to make a fuss, baby, why, traveling here is a horrible experience, I need to recover." Surely you understand, right? Do you never indulge yourself?"

I moved, stopped, and my index finger was right under his nose.

"Once the truce is over, I will show you how I 'indulge', sir, rest assured."

Sinid just frowned.

"What's that smell?"

I died unknowingly and was sent to some ridiculous hell.