Phew.

-74-

After all, it is just a puppy longing for family and love, right?

-75-

Well, the organ itself doesn't have any ideas.

Perhaps it was because the process of being trained by the banshee was too distorted, or perhaps it was the influence of the power of death, he felt that he seemed to have no distinct emotions - of course, this was good, because if you bear the price for the gray banshee, you cannot have any intense emotions. Guys with intense emotions will go crazy when they suffer the second death.

He's not crazy at all, he's a nice, calm, kind kid, and he actually likes death.

Moreover, he had no desire or fantasy about the human family with whom he might have had a connection. The Gray Banshee said that her original destiny was to die of tuberculosis at the age of 13. In other words, the family that was not rich to begin with at least raised her sickly to the age of 13?

That's fine. It doesn't matter.

He neither hates nor loves... Then again, what is hate and what is love?

-76-

It is really difficult to expect an emotionless puppy to understand these human emotions.

The organ no longer paid any attention to his parents and family.

Of course, if conditions allowed, he would like to set fire to the beautiful villa that he exchanged for himself, and then take a photo with the scissors hand sign in front of the house.

-77-

It’s not illegal to fantasize about it.

-78-

So later, when she met Parsifal, who had been sent there, in the monastery, he showed a lost expression for a while, which made the Gray Demon misunderstand that he was obsessed with that family.

In fact, the organ only learned from Parsifal that his parents and the house were burned to death, and he was lost as to why the house was not left for him to burn with his own hands.

They have all been burned down by others, so there will be no chance to burn down the house again.

He truly regretted it.

-79-

The organ was tied to the monastery by the Gray Banshee and worked there, playing the organ day after day, dying for the Gray Banshee day after day, and rewarding itself day after day for successfully opening its eyes in the morning.

Oh, his death frequency didn't need to be day after day, it was originally once every three or four days.

But later, the Gray Banshee somehow got into a fight with a Black Banshee. She often rushed back to the underground palace in a rage, cursing that the Banshee was a "little fool who couldn't be weaker", and then waved to the Organ to bandage her wounds.

Not all banshees increase their strength by biting and getting injured, biting and getting injured again. Most banshees will still do some simple bandaging when they get injured, except for the "little fool who is really not afraid of pain at all."

Organ treated her wounds silently. He rarely spoke in front of the Gray Banshee.

-80-

However, occasionally, when he saw the bloody teeth marks on the gray banshee's skin, he would feel a little bit of favor towards the "weak, crazy and stupid" black banshee.

Well done, Black Meowth.

Next time I’ll try to bite this rotten thing’s face and disfigure it.

Come on.

-81-

...The Gray Banshee had no idea what was going on in the mind of the dog she had carefully nurtured, Meek, as he bandaged her. She didn't even realize that the organ had never acknowledged that he was "her dog" -

Organ started learning how to obey her since he opened his eyes. His docile attitude was almost natural, like some kind of invisible skin. He was so docile to everyone that it was difficult to tell whether this dog was truly tamed by his owner.

-82-

Long afterwards, the shabby ash sickle lying in the basement proved that he had never been tamed.

A vicious dog is a creature more dangerous than a wolf.

-83-

And he is really not a puppy, unless he takes the initiative to act aggrieved and weak.

-84-

...But that was later. At least, after helping the Gray Banshee treat several wounds left by the Black Banshee, the Gray Banshee got some information from somewhere that "the way the Black Banshee becomes stronger is that she dies and comes back to life many times."

So she ordered the Organ to die repeatedly for her many times, at least more times than the Black Banshee, so the Organ's death frequency increased to N times a day.

... Organ had no choice but to numbly take the blade and cut her throat every day, and the little bit of good impression he had for the Black Banshee immediately disappeared.

-85-

Tsk.

It’s okay to die so many times every day, but the key is that there is no beauty at all and it’s extremely boring.

Banshees are really not good people.

Sooner or later he would kill the gray banshee completely, and then if he had the chance, he would slit the black banshee's throat every day.

-86-

...Why does she die so many times every day? Can't she die less often?

She didn't need to die to have fun. Could she not win a fight? How foolish! If she didn't have enough strength, she could have used her brain to avoid dying a few more times, right?

-87-

To be honest, during that period, Organ would make a particularly pious wish every morning before opening his eyes, "I hope the Black Banshee doesn't die today."

-88-

Then, every night before going to bed, the last thought in his mind was "Why did she die so many times? Is she pretending to be me?"

-89-

——So, a long time later, when Organ discovered that the Black Banshee had become his wish-granter, he felt quite complicated.

Organ didn't want to drag her over and slit her throat every day, because after several attempts, he confirmed that the Black Banshee was really not playing him at that time, she was just a pure natural 24K fool.

A pure, simple and honest fool who never thinks when he can do things. If he wants to think, he just lies down and resolutely refuses to use his brain.

...Tsk.

-90-

I feel like he is at a disadvantage.

You must find a way to earn it back.

-91-

Thinking of this, the prisoner in the jail stuffed another piece of cake into his mouth.

...and then act pitiful and trick her into giving her three... no, five plates of cakes... no, until her wallet is empty.

She owed him so many throat-slittings. A few plates of cakes would be a good deal.