Chapter 34 About Getting Lost

Sancho, who was staring blankly at the anomaly, was startled by the sound. He hadn't expected the young man to wake up so quickly. The room had been empty for a long time and there was no clock to tell the time. The sky outside was just beginning to show a faint blue. He had only slept for two or three hours at most.

She shook her head, indicating that she didn't need sleep, and quietly told her supervisor what she knew about him before he lost his memory. The black-haired young man was much better than before he went to sleep, and he listened attentively.

Peter, who lived only a wall away from them, had an inexplicable fear of the girl among the two, which kept him awake all night. Hearing a faint noise from next door, he woke up with a shiver, not having fallen into a deep sleep.

He remained motionless in his waking position. The old hunter knew he shouldn't pry into other people's privacy, but a vague unease in his heart made this traditional English gentleman break his own rules and listen intently to the sounds from next door.

It was the girl's voice, but it was so soft that Peter, who was getting on in years, could not hear as well as he used to. He could only hear that it was the girl speaking, but he could not hear what she was saying. His guilt for eavesdropping lessened a bit, and the devout believer felt that this was the will of God.

...Gurgle...

What was that sound? Amidst the girl's muffled voice, Peter heard a sound that could only be described as eerie. The sound was unusually clear and very familiar. He couldn't hear the content of the girl's words; all his attention was focused on that strange sound. As he pondered it, Peter almost jumped out of bed.

He remembered!

That sound was the friction between the skin and flesh when he was processing his prey and skinning it.

Dissatisfied that the youths' attention had been drawn to Sancho, the Piercing Paradise began to move around, and the dark red "thorns" made an unpleasant rubbing sound as they stretched.

The town was still completely silent, with only the faint chirping of birds. He and Sancho kept their voices down to the lowest possible level, making the sounds from Piercing Paradise seem incredibly loud, like someone moving a table upstairs while you're sleeping—it was unbearable.

The two people who were talking stopped and looked at the anomaly that had started to change form and cling to the young man's clothes as he woke up. The anomaly stopped moving and disappeared the moment the young man stared at it intently.

Silence returned. X looked at the alien and quietly gestured for Sancho to continue. Then, a loud creaking sound came from the next room, coming from a wooden plank.

Peter broke out in a cold sweat, especially after the bed creaked from his movements. All the sounds from next door disappeared, and he could only hear the pounding of his own chest, which grew faster and faster. The old hunter reached out to the bedside, where his old companion lay.

Only when he gripped the heavy wooden gun handle in his hand did he feel a little more confident. At the same time, the sounds he made became louder due to the movement. He thought he must have been discovered.

He raised his gun as if he were facing a wild beast, intending to shoot the two men if they made any suspicious moves. If the gun was useless, he would admit defeat. On the bright side, if he really died, at least the people in the town would notice something was wrong and strengthen their defenses.

Just like he insisted on letting those two people in yesterday, he could have refused their request, but what if they went to town?

In the quiet morning, he heard the sound of the door next door being opened and light footsteps. It was that unsettling girl; the footsteps stopped outside the door without knocking, and the sound was extremely soft.

"Mr. Peter, are you alright? I heard a loud noise. Do you need my help?"

The room was completely quiet, as if the sound from before was just a hallucination. Sancho wondered if the noise was caused by him turning over too much in his sleep, so she just asked softly. If he wasn't awake, she wouldn't disturb the kind person who had taken them in.

She waited quietly for a while, but there was still no response. She even felt that Peter's breathing had slowed down, and it was more like a deliberate or pathological apnea than a deep sleep.

Could he be sick? Or is he actually awake but pretending to be asleep so they won't think he's eavesdropping? His breathing grew lighter and lighter; she was certain Peter was awake and pretending to be asleep.

Hearing the figure standing at the door turn and leave, Peter couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He didn't even dare to exhale loudly, and could only relieve his lungs, which were being suppressed to the extreme, little by little.

Peter, gun in hand, stared wide-eyed and endured the night in his room until seven o'clock before pretending to wake up naturally. He walked out of the room, greeted the two people in the living room, and casually inquired about their next plans.

X's understanding of this world comes entirely from the information Sancho revealed to him; he knows nothing else. Sancho also doesn't know what to do. His father and nominal "master" are both located forty years in the future, and in the current timeline, the "master's" parents may not even be married yet.

That's right! The manager and the father are both from Spain, originally from Japan. They can go to Japan first to see if there are any clues to return.

“We’re going back to Japan,” Sancho replied.

Peter's expression turned somewhat strange upon hearing this. These two were questionable; the man's facial features could be vaguely described as Asian, but the girl had a distinctly Caucasian appearance. However, Japan was good; the farther these two were from England, the better, and it would be best if they never came back.

"Uncle Peter!"

Peter heard a little boy's voice coming from outside the yard, and his heart sank again. Yesterday evening, Vivian had borrowed a hammer from him to fix her flower stand, and now William was clearly returning the hammer on behalf of his mother.

"The neighbor's child."

He briefly spoke to the two of them, then quickly went out, intending to take the hammer and chase the child away, as the child seemed far more attractive than the old man.

William at the door didn't give him the satisfaction. He hesitated and refused to leave, clearly wanting to come inside and talk to him. The problem was, even Peter didn't want to come inside. He just wanted to get rid of William as soon as possible and send those two devils away!

Seeing Peter looking completely different from usual, the cute child with fluffy curly hair was also puzzled. What happened to Uncle? He curiously looked past Peter and saw a white figure that he could never forget, even in his dreams.

It was that pure white fairy from the forest that day!

Watching the child's eyes gradually brighten as he looked behind him, Peter suddenly realized something. White—he remembered that when William was brought home by Vivian, he kept saying that he had seen a pure white fairy…

Sure enough, that man wasn't human either!

He reached out to stop the obviously excited child, only to find that the child didn't rush into the house as he had expected, but instead grabbed his door, as if a little embarrassed.

William recalled his somewhat voyeuristic behavior that day and inexplicably lost the courage to greet the fairy. He asked the owner of the place in a low voice:

"Uncle Peter, who are they?"

"Those two were guests who came to stay the night yesterday, but they got lost in the forest."

"Lost?" The child's voice was filled with doubt. Shouldn't he be the master of the forest? According to the legends he had heard, how could the master of the forest get lost in his own home?

“He came with his sister last night.”

William was somewhat disappointed. Could it be that he wasn't a fairy, but just a lost person? But what about that huge tree covered in eyeballs? Could it be just his imagination?

Unlike the dim light of that night, Peter's house was well-lit, and he could clearly see the man's white cloak. However, William found that it was completely different from what he had seen that night. The cloak was covered with blood-red patterns, and it was not the pure white he remembered at all.

As if sensing the child's gaze, the cloak's owner turned to look out the door, and this time William finally saw the true face of the "pure white fairy."

He was just a handsome young man with a cold expression, completely different from the fairy he had imagined. The series of setbacks left the little boy greatly disappointed, and he left dejectedly, following Peter's lead, who was obviously busy receiving guests and had no time to pay attention to him.

"Is the child in a bad mood?" the young man, who kept rubbing the strangely shaped ring on his left index finger with his right hand, asked Peter, who had successfully sent the child away.

"Oh, he had a fight with his mother this morning and had to return her things for her, so he's in a bad mood."

I'm sorry, Vivian, I was just trying to protect William.

Peter continued the previous topic: "If you're going to Japan, you can take a plane..." He suddenly fell silent. Did they have any identification?

He put it another way: "We are an island nation. You can go to the port first, take a ship to the European continent, and then head east to Japan."

Good suggestion. Now the question is, since he and Sancho have neither legal status nor money, can they make it all the way back to Japan?

Seeing that the two uninvited guests were thinking, Peter took out a map of England and enthusiastically introduced them to the ports and routes to Europe. He also kindly offered to help if they didn't have enough money.

The two bid farewell to the kind man at noon, without taking the money provided by the old hunter, and set off with only the map of England.

"Sancho, are you sure we should go this way?"

X and his second-generation family members were studying the map head to head. They were in a wilderness; the country's greenery was just too good—it was all forest and wilderness! They couldn't find anyone to ask for directions.

The golden-haired blood demon was also staring at the map, trying to find the right way, when he heard a jumble of footsteps, like the sound of horses' hooves, and there were quite a few of them.