Chapter 438: There's absolutely no sense of ceremony.

When Bertrand turned to look at him, Seeker made a face, trying to amuse him.

Bertrand stared at him for a few seconds, then reached out and pinched his cheek, pursing his lips. "Why are you making that face? It's so weird."

Seeker looked at him, chuckled softly, and reached out to pull him into his arms and rub him against him. "Oh dear, although Kashiwagi-chan is cute all the time, she's definitely cutest when she's happy."

"Ouch! What are you doing!" Bertrand frowned, puffed out his cheeks, and tilted his head back, trying to get away from Seeker's affection.

Sekter chuckled, patted his head, thought for a moment, and suggested, "How about I take you out to play after you've eaten?"

He exchanged the air in his mouth from side to side, then reached out and put his arm around his neck, looking like he was reluctantly giving in, "Um... okay then."

Seeker smiled and squinted, then sat down on the carpeted floor, put his arm around Bertrand and whispered something to him.

"Gin has absolutely no idea how to comfort people, right, Kashiwa-chan~"

Bertrand nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice, putting one hand to his mouth as if whispering, but his voice was not lowered at all. "That's right, that's right, Qin-chan is just a block of ice frozen in the refrigerator, without any thoughts. She only attacks people who get close to her indiscriminately."

“That’s right, that’s right, I like ice cubes who will pull out a gun and start shooting at the drop of a hat.” Sext nodded in agreement, and then added, fearlessly.

Seeing the two people speaking ill of him to his face, Gin gripped his glass tightly, and with a crack, the innocent glass broke.

He exuded a cold and dangerous aura. If Seeker hadn't been holding Bertrand, he probably would have shot Seeker directly.

Feeling completely unconcerned, Bertrand turned to look at Gin, covered his mouth, and laughed heartily with his eyes crinkled. Then he exchanged a glance with Sext, and the two of them burst into laughter.

Gin: "..."

Today is another day I want to kill the organization's loyal members.

As they were laughing, Seeker suddenly felt a dangerous gaze from behind.

His laughter stopped abruptly, and he turned to look towards the kitchen, where he saw Vermouth glaring at him.

Her meaning was clear: Gently put my little sweetheart from your arms onto the sofa!

Seekert: "..."

He turned around, silently rolled his eyes, and then gave Bertrand a big hug.

You think I'll just do as you say?

impossible!

Bertrand pushed his shoulders with both hands, looking disgusted.

"Isn't my little sweetheart hungry? Come and eat something first~" Vermouth, who has cooked very few times, pierced through Seeker with her eyes before instantly switching to a gentle tone and speaking to the cute boy who was pinching Seeker's cheek.

Bertrand responded, then crawled out of the young man's arms and ran towards her.

Seeker: "...It feels like I've been cruelly abandoned."

After having a satisfying meal, Bertrand went out to play with Sext.

As he passed a municipal building, Bertrand suddenly stopped and stared at it for a long time. His hand unconsciously reached into his cat-shaped handbag, but then he suddenly stopped moving.

He muttered to himself, "No, this has no sense of ceremony at all."