Chapter 96 She Flees, He Chases; She Can't Escape Even with Wings

Looking at her wrist wrapped in bandages, Bertrand pouted, her face full of displeasure.

Vodka, thinking he was in pain, comforted him, "Don't worry, the bruise will go away soon..."

Hearing his words, Bertrand puffed out his cheeks and pointed to the knot in the bandage, "Why couldn't you tie a nice bow for me?"

Vodka: "..."

He remained silent, then retied a beautiful, symmetrical bow on his head.

Looking at the retied bow, Bertrand nodded in satisfaction, then rolled around on the sofa and looked up at Gin beside him. "I'm injured. I'm staying here tonight!"

"Tch, whatever." Gin glanced at him briefly before continuing to wipe the gun in his hand.

He knew his wrist was only badly injured; the kid was just looking for an excuse to stay there...

Bertrand chuckled, then poked Vodka's arm and said he was hungry.

Helpless, Vodka had no choice but to cook for him.

Bertrand lay on the sofa for a while out of boredom, then got up and moved toward Gin.

"Koto-chan, do you think Sherry might run away?"

Gin paused, then a smile that could terrify a child appeared on his face. "Escape? Let's not even talk about whether she can escape. Even if she does, I'll find her and kill her!"

Bertrandini remained silent for a moment.

It's like a drama where she tries to escape while he chases her, and they can't get away.

Thinking this, his gaze toward Gin grew increasingly strange.

Gin, like a master of changing expressions, put away his smile and looked at him expressionlessly, even raising the gun in his hand. "What nonsense are you thinking about now?"

Bertrand blinked and blurted out, "I'm thinking about some unspeakable things between you and Sherry."

Gin: ...

It hardened, and the fist hardened again.

But before he could speak, Bertrand placed his finger under his chin like a gun and muttered to himself, "But if Qin can kill Sherry, whom she watched grow up, doesn't that mean she can kill me too?"

silence.

He glanced at the sinister-looking Gin, then shifted his position a little further away from Gin, muttering, "Oh dear, how scary..."

Gin chuckled coldly and put his gun away. "If you dare to betray the organization."

Bertrand let out two soft whimpers, then moved a little further away, "How scary~"

Then, as he was moving along, he suddenly stopped as if he remembered something, and then turned to stare at Gin.

"Wait a minute! I was picked up by Grandpa Karasuma! Why should you be the one to do it? If anyone should be doing anything, it should be Grandpa!"

He pointed at Gin and made noises, but the topic of conversation veered off course.

"Wait, what would Grandpa do if he did it himself? Would he just give me two bullets or something? But if I could choose, I'd prefer to be pricked by a butterfly." His little face showed a conflicted expression.

Gin: "..."

Bertrand chattered on, then turned to look at Gin, before moving closer to him.

As he approached, he kept asking, "Gin, what would you do?"

Then, without waiting for him to speak, she continued, "I think you could pour poison into the water right in front of me and make me drink it. After I die, you can make me into a perfect, exquisite, and adorable specimen. But there are no taxidermists as good as me in the world. What if those mediocre taxidermists ruin me? Wouldn't that be a waste of such a lovely me!"

"No, you should dispose of my body properly and store it in an ice coffin..."