こんなの爱じゃない

This is not love.

Is there still a period of execution of the antinomy?

Am I on probation in a paradoxical situation?

——Quoted from-爱じゃない-DAZBEE

-1-

M hasn't experienced the feeling of a rapid heartbeat for a long time.

I've witnessed my sister's death over a thousand times, and thrown myself into countless fights and bites...

It was difficult for her to have a rapid heartbeat for any reason anymore.

...But, this time, it's really a special case, right?

-2-

The vast world created by that city is so beautiful.

The moment that world was born... the red ball of light hanging in front...

It's just too beautiful, so my heart beats faster.

-3-

After all, those weren't really his favorite maple leaves, and his suddenly beating heart wasn't caused by some empty emotion.

M is no longer the naive child she was at the beginning. She has pretended to be a courtesan immersed in the world of love more than once, and has patiently dealt with those men and women more than once, waiting for the right moment to draw her sickle.

She knew what it usually meant when one being looked at another and their "heartbeat quickened," and she had heard of many romantic affairs.

...However, this is not one human being and another human being, there is only it and the prisoner.

-4-

Among the many anecdotes in brothels, most are related to appearance, demeanor and manners.

Not to mention gender.

In any case, sexual attraction must be the most basic - heterosexuals are attracted to the opposite sex, homosexuals are attracted to the same sex -

It is based on this basic sexual attraction that the "emotions" that are commonly mentioned by men and women in the human world are formed.

-5-

M would not deny this basic attraction: all her in-depth contact with the human world originated in brothels, and before she learned to recognize kind eyes, she learned to recognize the lustful eyes of the opposite sex.

It would be better to say that she scoffed at "liking" and only admitted to "sexual attraction".

Of course, M has no interest in sex either.

Males only reminded her of the beasts who tried to tear off her sister's and her own clothes again and again in her reincarnation.

-6-

But, leaving aside all of the above.

M knew nothing about the prisoners.

Gender, appearance, voice, mannerisms—she knew nothing.

Only occasionally do I feel that it is naive and evil, like a simple child.

...So, how could it possibly involve [Attraction]?

As a banshee that is not considered a life, I simply admire the birth of a world.

That's all.

…Though I never thought that strange gambler would actually create a world just to fulfill my wish…hiss…

-7-

"Then, goodbye for now."

After completing all the work, the ball of light turned around and said - the energy surrounding it had become very thin, and some parts had become transparent: "I must go back. The power has..."

The ball of light suddenly stopped.

M nodded randomly, his mind still in a mess because of the beating heartbeat just now: "Okay. Thank you. I will do it myself next... Why don't you say anything?"

The organ on the other side of the light ball: "..."

He rubbed his eyes, paused, and rubbed his eyes again.

-8-

"Uh, maybe I've used too much energy. The image on my side is abnormal."

He said in confusion, "Originally, when I looked at you from this side, I saw a large, blurry, pitch-black shadow. But now, when I look at you, that pitch-black shadow has actually turned a little pink, and the rough, straight white edges have turned into... wavy lines?"

M: “…”

M couldn't help but cough violently and pressed the back of his hand against his cheek.

...Damn it, is it because she's been broken too many times? Why is the Banshee's heart so fragile that it blushes when it beats too fast?

-9-

"Are you okay? Is there something wrong with your main body, or are you feeling unwell?"

"Nothing...it was a mistake on your part."

"Oh, that's good."

The prisoner paused and repeated, "Goodbye, then?"

M rarely heard it use this uncertain tone.

"Why, after such a solemn farewell, you don't plan to follow me?"

“…”

-10-

I'm just not sure if I can still exist after this gamble is completed.

-11-

...The organ couldn't find any suitable expression for a moment. It seemed that no matter which way it was expressed, this fact would lead to the meaning of "I am about to disappear in order to fulfill your wish."

Oh, it’s not that he’s embarrassed.

He just thought the fact was a bit silly.

Gambling everything for a stranger you met by chance... is an absolutely reckless gambler's behavior. The black banshee would probably laugh loudly.

Just like M doesn't understand why his heart beats faster——

The organ, which has never been exposed to emotions, also does not understand what "dedication" is.

-12-

In order to fulfill the Black Banshee's wish, he gave his all and created a world - this fact may crush all the "Gifts to Pursue Girls" in the future, but Organ can only understand it in terms of "gambling" and "winning or losing".

She and he were actually the same—not very rational, not very alive, too accustomed to expressing themselves with strange bluntness, but skipping over all delicate emotions and all the most fundamental reasons from the very beginning.

【Why do you feel beautiful? 】

【Why are you willing to give? 】

Why offer unlimited bets?

[Why, after predicting his own demise, did he still gamble everything without hesitation? ]

-13-

No.

Awful, twisted, pathetic creatures like them, they never ask why.

Life and death, freedom and prison, the paths of choice are too muddy and lonely, so anything that needs to be done must be done as soon as possible, without having time to explore the deepest touches.

Maybe one day in the future, M will directly pull the opposite sex that he or she falls in love with into the hotel, and P will directly use the person he or she has long admired as a carrier.

-14-

——Regardless of what one’s inner thoughts are or what one’s true emotions are that are hard to detect, wouldn’t it be better to just establish an unbreakable connection?

As for the so-called "emotions"...how could the banshee immersed in killing and the eternally calm prisoner possibly understand them?

You can’t figure it out by struggling alone.

-15-

So, at that moment, hanging together before the newly born world, the organ said nothing.

Even if he didn't think he would see the Black Banshee again, even if he felt he would never be free again after this time.

He just repeated it dryly for the third time.

"Goodbye, Banshee. Good luck."

“…Oh, bye.”

-16-

The ball of light turned and left, disappearing into the darkness of nothingness.

M looked at its disappearing back and frowned in confusion.

...She still owes it a lot, and her bet has not been made yet. Sooner or later, they will meet again in the prison of eternal life. Why does the farewell just now always feel like a farewell forever?

I've never seen the Prisoner's true form before... I'd love to actually see it stuffing some snacks into its mouth... I wonder if its true form has a face I can pinch...

never mind.

There's no need to overthink it, she'll definitely go back and find it.

-17-

M withdrew his gaze and stepped into the city again.

-18-

This time, she finally had a definite method.

…He’s clearly the little follower behind me whom even I haven’t even seen, but he’s incredibly reliable at the critical moment.

A signpost pointing the way, a fulcrum for backflow.

...Such a beautiful being, I wonder if I'll ever get the chance to taste its death... The prisoners often say they want to offer their death to her, so I guess I'll get to taste it sooner or later... Will it be as sweet and delicious as a pastry...

-19-

"...You...I...cats, cats can talk?"

M opened his eyes and looked at the somewhat panicked Camellia and meowed softly.

-20-

"Yes, human. I am the all-powerful Banshee, and I promise to keep you safe. Follow me."

-twenty one-

After more than a thousand backflows, M has already summed up a very complete set of experience in order to save his sister.

The only thing the prisoner said when he left was to "choose the right time to take her to another world." So, before the right time comes, she must accompany her sister along the most suitable route that she had previously summarized.

-twenty two-

Your sister is an independent person with her own beliefs and goals.

First, let my sister grow up independently and autonomously.

There are certain things she must experience, certain things she must see for herself...

M strictly planned his every appearance and disappearance according to the trajectory of his first meeting with his sister.

-twenty three-

【She is just an ordinary human being after all.】

M did not reveal any more cruelty that belonged to the banshee, and she also restrained all bloody impulses - this time she did not kill anyone around Shancha, nor did she stop Shancha from becoming the top courtesan of the Golden Scale Pavilion.

Just like the "sister" that her sister expected, she just hangs around her harmlessly and innocently.

-twenty four-

She played with toys, wore the skirts given by her sister, ate the food her sister cooked, and learned to act coquettishly and act like a spoiled child with her sister in a way that she had only done a long time ago.

The innocence between my sister's eyebrows gradually faded away, and a gentle and quiet smile returned to her face, and her thoughts began to move far away from her again.

...almost the same sister as before her first death.

-25-

Gradually growing, gradually going away, gradually...

I learned to be appropriately selfish and cold-hearted, and learned how to maneuver between men and push and pull in the greedy and cannibalistic city.

W is very smart. Compared with the straightforward M, she can easily learn scheming and become cunning.

...If she had a choice, M really didn't want her sister to go through that, and she really didn't want those guys to look at her like that.

No matter how many times she repeated it, she always, always hated it - the guests in the second row tried to force her to take off her clothes while her sister was dancing, the guests in the third row on the left would pinch her head and force her to drink, and the timid guests in the last row would approach her with their cheap poems and say "I like it", but when they were rejected, they would directly slap her in the face -

-26-

M can see it, M remembers it all.

In more than a thousand reincarnations, every guest who stepped into the Golden Scale Pavilion, every human who came into contact with my sister, what was their purpose, what did they say and do, and what kind of losses did my sister suffer because of them?

She still remembers it vividly.

-27-

Because, hundreds of times, she had taken her sister out of the Golden Scale Pavilion and raised her in a completely safe courtyard, while she herself played the role of the dancing courtesan on the stage, and then hid the sickle in her layers of skirts to slaughter those people.

...Perhaps, it is precisely because of this kind of protection.

The sisters in reincarnation become more kind and innocent, and they always have more weaknesses.

-28-

M never regretted that protection.

To keep a human being "safe," it's not enough to just protect her body. M doesn't want her sister to leave this city and still think of herself as a prostitute worth two steamed buns who doesn't trust marriage.

My sister wants to have the family she wants and the children she wants in the future, and she wants to raise her children to be excellent and kind people.

——So, this time, M still did not give up on protection.

-29-

She simply changed her approach, quietly retreating to the side and watching as her sister encountered those people, dealt with them, and was about to be crushed by their power or violence—

She reappeared, guarding her sister.

-30-

My elder sister is growing up very fast, and is very close to the Oiran Yamcha from the first time they met and in the later period - but, she is only very close.

Compared with the first time as the courtesan, there is always a clean and bright hope in the elder sister's eyes, as well as a particularly peaceful and firm confidence.

-31-

Because the extremely powerful M is her confidence.

-32-

...M looked at W who had grown up like this, and wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

Just as the organ could foresee its own broken end, she could foresee that her sister would distance herself from her again.

Family, affection, children.

Sooner or later she will strive to possess the things she desires most.

And then... she would... would have to...

Just turn around and leave.

-33-

Because she is the most beautiful and kindest human being, she is a crazy and evil banshee.

It was impossible for her sister to enthusiastically discuss with her the unique sweetness and beauty of a certain method of death, nor was it possible for her to expectantly discuss with her sister the standards and bottom line required to educate children.

...M already understood the differences and disagreements between them, and she didn't want to waste every minute she spent with her sister on hopeless quarrels - once the dust settled, she would definitely stay away from them appropriately.

Keep a proper distance, visit her two or three times a week, and occasionally chat about her recent situation.

...All family ties in the human world will be maintained like this in the end. After all, every human being will have his or her own home and place to return to after growing up.

-34-

M struggled all the way to get here, and he and W were really satisfied with this ending.

As long as my sister is happy, I am happy.

After my sister dies of old age, I will go to the prison of eternal life and try to pay off everything I owe the prisoner, so let's play with it.

-35-

——Once again, just like a normal human would plan to “go home after visiting my sister’s new nephew on the weekend”, M planned it again very naturally——

[When it's over, I'll go to the Eternal Life Prison to play with the prisoners. ]

And once again, she ignored all the underlying reasons, just thought of it, and immediately decided to do it, from the bottom of her heart.

-36-

However, despite this, she used all her strength and patience to carefully protect her sister to become a mature adult... to ensure that her sister would not have any problems again...

The most important factor that needs to be erased is the genocide.

Those... beast-like... locust-like... soldiers swarmed from the islands onto the entire continent.

-37-

Faces appeared in M's mind.

She didn't remember the guys' names, but she remembered the faces of every one of them - being pinned to the ground, having their clothes torn off, being stabbed by their knives, having their limbs broken by their hands...how could she forget?

-38-

And this time, long before the war broke out, my sister had enough ability to protect herself in this city.

M took a deep breath and for the first time chose to completely turn around and leave, leaving her sister to deal with the city on her own—

She gripped the sickle hidden in her body and went straight to the island.

-39-

Yes, at this time, the war had not officially started yet, and my sister had not heard the news.

But, it will be soon... planning, preparation, layout... will definitely begin.

Even the most powerful banshee couldn't undo the aftermath of a war, and she herself had been caught up in those consequences a thousand times.

——However, it is still possible to erase the source before the war begins.

-40-

M stepped onto the island and slowly pulled out the knife from his shadow.

-41-

...Oh, she didn't massacre the entire island.

The lesson of the 1007th failure taught M that if he slaughtered all humans in an area without regard for good or evil, his sister would fall into complete despair and choose to end her life out of hatred for him.

So, even for the sake of his kind sister, and for the lessons she had taught him over the years... M rarely restrained himself and maintained his bottom line.

She passed by all the innocent people and the first thing she did was to walk into the palace of the island, pull out the densely marked strategic map, and strangle the decision-maker of that country.

The guy with the title of "Emperor" was pinched by her like a bug about to spit out eggs.

-42-

M watched him struggle and twist with indifference, liquid dripping from his pants.

oh.

This is the kind of thing, she thought.

-43-

...Do humans even know that "massacre" is a word that even crazy banshees don't like to use frequently?

They are so terrified of even their own tiny death, can they really understand the weight of so many twisted deaths combined?

Just sitting in a place like this, with such a face, using such weak hands and feet and mouth to lightly issue orders and stamp them - can you create [massacre]?

Ah, really...

-44-

"nausea."

-45-

Faced with the inky black Banshee, the man, who was almost driven mad with fear, confessed everything in less than five minutes.

But M doesn't like to think, doesn't care about the reasons, and doesn't care about the "despair" behind their inability to launch an invasion.

You sit here, your hands and feet are intact, your speech is clear, you have water and food...

Are you telling me that you are more "desperate" than my sister who died on the stage with scars countless times?

But it's so funny.

-46-

So M laughed in the sixth minute and crushed the man's head.

She is just an evil and crazy witch. She does not represent justice or truth, so she does not need to listen to any explanation.

-47-

She picked up the top-quality silk beside her and wiped the dirt off her fingers, then grabbed the list that the man had just written with tears streaming down his face and left the chaotic palace directly.

-48-

Even if the general is killed, there are still ministers and soldiers.

The names that guy revealed must be those that were deeply involved and had long been eager to seize the continent where my sister was.

-49-

M is very fast.

Killing is what she does best after all.

Moreover, this time, considering his sister's feelings and the so-called "good and evil" in her mind, M's actions were extremely cautious, careful, and secretive.

She simply turned into a dark shadow and erased all the names on the list.

-50-

In this era, ordinary people never cared whether the king in the highest position was replaced, nor did they care whether the ministers in important positions lost their heads.

The killings that M committed on this island were silent and he encountered no obstruction.

-51-

Soon, she crossed off the last name on the list.

Coincidentally, that name belonged to the man in charge of recruiting troops.

With half of his face splattered with blood, M slowly pulled the sickle out of the corpse, and his eyes met those portraits hanging on the wall.

The position to be granted, the target city to be captured, the number of soldiers to be managed, and...

-52-

The most eye-catching ones are those faces.

Those faces that had torn off my sister's clothes, broken her hands and feet, leaving her without even a piece of clothing when she died.

-53-

And that one, the most eye-catching, the most vivid, also pressed on her, saying something like "they are twin sisters you can play with", and finally angrily used his military boots...

Kicked my sister in the head.

first.

The most painful first time.

Where the backflow begins.

That...that...she would never forget that beast even if she went back a thousand times.

-54-

It turned out that at this time, he volunteered to become an officer.

You know what you want to do and have been eager to do it for a long time, right?

M tore off the portraits with shaking hands. He felt as if a skeleton was using a bayonet to scrape blood off the wall.

…No, it’s not an illusion.

That was a sharp laugh that actually came from her mouth.

-55-

——Two months later, early autumn.

Maple leaves swirled and fell, and a girl walked past the teahouse, tapping her little wooden shoes briskly. The sound of her feet, "tap-tap-tap," was like a small and exquisite rattle.

In the teahouse, the crowd suddenly pushed each other a few times, and a child was pushed out.

He was a little boy with black hair and black eyes, and the skin exposed outside his clothes was all bruised.

-56-

He had obviously been suffering from years of bullying and was not very strong. After being pushed out violently, he fell directly onto a passing girl.

The girl looked away indifferently.

Laughter rang out from the teahouse: "You motherless bastard, you dared to stare at girls just now, you are indeed a prostitute--"

...M, who was about to turn around and walk away, paused, stretched out his hand again, and caught the child who staggered and fell, covered in scars.

-57-

She silently glanced at the people who were making a fuss in the teahouse.

The unusually dark eyes immediately made them silent and scattered like birds and beasts.

-58-

"Thank you... Thank you..."

The little boy with black hair and black eyes raised his head in panic. For some reason, his whole face turned red.

"I..." He seemed to be explaining something very urgently, "My mom is not some, some whore! My mom just left with a weird uncle. My mom will definitely come back - my mom is not some dirty thing like a whore!"

The words "Are you okay?" that were about to come out of M's mouth disappeared immediately.

She took the child aside and said coldly, "I am a prostitute too."

The little boy's face flushed as if he had a fever: "No, no, you, you are so beautiful, you must not be - I saw you when you walked past the teahouse -"

-59-

oh.

M looked carefully into his eyes, and with some surprise and some disgust, he recognized something familiar.

Something that usually shows in a man's eyes when he looks at himself.

...desire...like...

Oh.

I thought kids of this age just had no gender awareness.

-60-

She felt quite bored, but there was no way she would argue with a cub, so she just turned and walked away.

The most important work of the day has not been done yet.

Finally found the guy's address... He was hiding in such a remote town... Haha.

-61-

Standing there, the little boy with black hair and black eyes stared at her leaving back, his heart beating fast.

She is so beautiful.

He couldn't help but think that she was really beautiful, with long black hair and neat bangs, just like the puppet doll in the room...

She is so beautiful.

He likes it very much.

-62-

My father always teases me that I am a little brat who is not popular with little girls... Humph, why does he need those snotty-nosed little girls to pursue me? Anyway, they will only giggle and follow the mayor's son like little dogs, stepping on and cursing at him because of a beautiful handkerchief. They are stupid and foolish.

Unlike her...she just helped me up...didn't dodge...hmm...

The little boy took a deep breath, then another deep breath, and took a few steps as if intoxicated.

-63-

Did he really pounce on her just now?

Such a beautiful girl... Turns out she's still so soft... She smells so good...

-64-

He took a few crooked steps, then gradually quickened his pace, turning into some jumping and jogging in circles.

I have to hurry back to the house and tell my father.

The boy was raised by his father. His father was his only relative. He lived with his father in a big house. His life was not difficult, just a little lonely.

Ever since my mother left with that strange uncle, my father has rarely spoken. Apart from urging me to study and practice martial arts, he would also be drunk and talk to the uncles who came to visit my father. He would then wave me over and hold me on his lap to talk.

…But when my drunk dad was always talking about dirty whores and little girls, I never got a chance to get a word in…

This time, I finally found a topic to talk to my dad!

-65-

He wanted to tell his father immediately that he had met a very, very beautiful girl today, who looked like a doll. That girl was very soft and fragrant, maybe even more fragrant than the "little girl" his father mentioned...

-66-

The boy ran into the house excitedly: "Dad——"

The extremely beautiful, doll-like girl turned around.

She held a huge sickle in one hand and grabbed her father's hair with the other.

-67-

There was blood everywhere in the house.

Because the girl chopped it down little by little, with the dullest knife and the slowest speed.

Dad's left hand fell in the bedroom, his right hand fell on the door sill, and his left leg fell into the pond. His right leg, which always looked handsome in military boots, was cut into several pieces by her.

Then, only Dad's own [body] was left.

-68-

The girl grabbed his hair and lifted him up, twisting his body and howling in pain - because the lower middle part of his body was deliberately crushed by the girl on the stones on the ground, leaving a bloody mess.

The girl smiled sweetly while grinding her father who had no hands or feet.

Her hands, feet, and cheeks were covered in blood, and with a dimpled smile in the blood, she looked like an evil monster.

The little boy collapsed before this scene.

-69-

He called out hoarsely, "Dad... Dad..."

-70-

oh.

It turns out there is a son.

So what?

Can you raise a good son by letting animals live?

...Whether it's good or bad, what does it have to do with her?

M sneered, crushed the black-haired officer's head with his fist, and threw the thoroughly tortured piece of smelly flesh aside.

She clapped her hands and walked briskly to the threshold, the little wooden shoes on her feet still making a light "tapping" sound as they stepped on the blood.

When the beautiful and brisk "tattah" sounds reached the ears of the child lying limp on the ground, he shrank and shuddered.

M couldn't help but sneer again.

-71-

"You're lucky, kid. I don't kill innocent cubs."

The little boy trembled and whispered, "Dad... Dad..."

M suddenly became interested. She patted the kid's head with her blood-stained hand: "Your father is a beast, you know that? Are you going to become a beast in the future too?"

"If you turn into a beast, you'll die like this, hehe."

-72-

The little boy raised his head slowly.

This incomparably beautiful, incomparably terrifying...

dross.

douchebag.

Bad woman.

Why why why why—

“—You, you, you—monster, die—my dad—my dad—Ahhhhhhh!!”

M slapped the child who rushed over and bit him back with one hand.

-73-

"Go away. I don't kill cubs."

She turned around and kicked the screaming and crying child away: "Of course, if you want 'revenge'..."

-74-

"Okay. If we ever meet again—you can kill me. As long as you can."

-75-

The extremely beautiful and terrifying girl left this promise and left.

Never looked back.

-76-

A bloody and cruel large-scale massacre ended under M's sickle before it even began.

W in the Golden Scale Pavilion finally got a chance to be liberated. After the war was wiped out, M would immediately take her to the system world and officially start work there, where she would spend that short period of death as an employee who fulfilled the wishes of the dead.

That was the thousand and ninth reverse flow. Finally a successful reverse flow. The final reverse flow after the prisoner's strength was exhausted.

only……

-77-

When the prisoner's power was completely exhausted, as expected, it welcomed a warden who was once again born from twisted and bloody things.

-78-

That was the cause and effect that was reversed and distorted by him.

Since he has to bear all the consequences caused by the Banshee's wish, this cause and effect is of course something he should bear.

The Eternal Life Prison believes that there is no one more suitable than that child.

No one is more suitable to be the collar around the prisoner's throat than the black-haired and black-eyed child.

-79-

He couldn't escape the warden.

Just like he couldn't escape the prison of eternal life, couldn't escape the "crime" that the Gray Banshee had placed on him...

Who made him a substitute for the Banshee since he opened his eyes?

-80-

——Of course, the warden chosen by the Eternal Life Prison was no longer a pitiful child when he actually took up the job.

When he grew up, he chased the Black Banshee all over the world - with hatred, fear, and the irrepressible love he had when he first saw her.

Pursue her, loathe her, adore her, hate her.

I wanted to strangle her throat, push her down completely, tear off her clothes, break her hands and feet, make her suffer, make her...!

However.

M is too good at forgetting and too good at leaving.

-81-

The handsome man with black hair and black eyes had pretended to be her suitor and her sister's companion. He had also tried hard to suppress all his malice and hatred and acted gentle and considerate around her, trying to please her, so that he could -

Reach out to that damn, absolutely safe system world!

-82-

The man couldn't understand why she always stayed in that world.

She also didn't understand why that world would burst out with such powerful energy to protect her.

...Yes, protect her. Only her.

M's bitchy sister is even like a bonus.

-83-

Ultimately, all his efforts were unsuccessful.

When M ignored him, threw him away, and even asked him "Who are you?", the desperate man chose to commit suicide.

——Became an extremely twisted undead and was officially welcomed into the prison of eternal life.

-84-

The warden was surprised to find that there was only one prisoner in the Eternal Life Prison.

This prisoner was pinned to the deepest part of the prison, without breathing, with his eyes closed. His very existence was nearly shattered. The energy within his being, which occasionally escaped from the cage—

As long as you absorb a little bit, you can gradually establish a connection with that iron-clad system world.

It seems that they are energies of the same origin.

-85-

A little bit, a little bit.

If he keeps accumulating like this, sooner or later, he will be able to open the system world through the power of the same origin, appear in M's shadow, and stab the woman's heart.

So, the warden, who was extremely excited, opened the cage door with the key.

-86-

He wasn't afraid of this prisoner who was perishing in his sleep. He himself was the collar around this thing's neck. As long as he existed, this thing would not have the slightest power to resist him.

The weakest and most powerless.

-87-

The warden then reached out, grasped the prisoner's shackles, pried open his wounds, and absorbed the dissipated energy.

Perhaps it was too painful, or perhaps it was curiosity, but when the warden cut the prisoner's nails with a knife and tried to squeeze out the energy, the latter opened his eyes.

Those eyes were unusually empty, scarlet and ugly.

The warden was a little scared, and his hand holding the knife trembled.

-88-

But the prisoner looked at him with a very calm look.

This thing that is imprisoned forever probably has no sense of pain and no emotions.

-89-

【Hello, Warden.】

The prisoner asked vaguely - the warden cut his tongue when he came to absorb energy last time -

【What are you doing? 】

-90-

Under the extremely calm gaze and tone, the warden suddenly let go of all his vigilance and fear.

Who would be afraid of a weak, ugly, disabled, powerless prisoner who can only be tortured in the deepest, deepest darkness underground?

Moreover, it had been so long since he had the chance to tell anyone what was in his heart...

The warden said bluntly, "I want all your remaining energy. I want to become stronger and kill that evil, dark banshee."

-91-

The prisoner's hollow red eyes suddenly lit up.

So that's it.

It turns out that I am still living freely outside.

Did the Black Banshee's wish come true? No, now that the prison's chosen administrators have appeared...

-92-

Very good.

I finally had a wisher whose wish was successfully fulfilled.

My wish is also...

-93-

The warden ran the tip of the knife from the cut nail to the flesh of the knuckle.

He was a little annoyed for no reason: "What are you laughing at?"

...Really, am I laughing?

-94-

I don't really understand emotions, and since I'm locked up here, I can't realize whether I'm laughing or not.

I don’t get angry, I don’t laugh, I don’t cry… I don’t really understand anything.

Oh, right.

This thing seems to be saying that it wants to kill the black banshee?

-95-

The warden saw the prisoner and asked with a smile:

[Do you think that banshee would be hurt by a single death?]

-96-

The warden stood there in a daze.

……Yeah yeah?

That incredibly beautiful, incredibly terrifying banshee, then