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Huh?
Kawakami Wakana stared blankly at Fei Jia's frozen expression.
Did I say something wrong?
But this sentence was clearly taught to her by Osamu Dazai, who claimed to know some Russian.
“Su, Sukabul?” she repeated.
Fei Jia didn't react, only staring at her with his grape-like eyes. However, for some reason, Ruoyi read murderous intent in those eyes.
“Kawakami Wakai?” Fyodor stared at him, his tone neither warm nor cold.
Kawakami Wakana nodded hurriedly.
"Did Dazai teach you the Russian you just spoke?"
Dazai?
Did Fyja know Dazai before?
Kawakami Wakana continued to nod.
Fyodor's face darkened even more.
"He really goes to great lengths to corrupt you."
"...?"
At that moment, Kawakami Wakana realized that something was wrong.
"So that doesn't mean 'hello'?"
"Hello?" By this time, the clerk, who had noticed the situation, had already given Fyodor a new cup of coffee. He picked up the cup, took a small sip, and then asked, "So, what else did he teach you?"
To be honest, after what just happened, although I still don't know what Sukabuli means, I don't think the remaining two sentences that Dazai Osamu taught me will be anything nice.
But considering that Fei Jia had blocked her and even secretly come to Japan without her knowledge, Kawakami Wakana retorted, "He said goodbye as 'кретин'."
She took a deep breath: "And 'I love you,' it's Ты болен!"
Fyodor: "..."
He was drinking coffee when Kawakami Wakana's antics nearly caused him to spray the hot coffee all over her face.
He picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth to cover his embarrassment, and Fyodor said slowly, "That means idiot and you're crazy."
"You really got completely fooled by him."
Kawakami Ruoyi: "..."
She couldn't quite describe her current emotions.
but--
Too!! Slaughter!! Governance!!
If it weren't illegal to flush someone down the toilet, she would definitely do it.
Kawakami Wakana picked up her phone, ready to confront the guy who had made a fool of her, but she suddenly froze as she picked up the phone.
Because, she suddenly saw a line of text slowly appear above Fyodor's head.
[Favorability: 60%. 】
[Killing intent: 60%]
"...?"
What's this?
But what Kawakami Wakai found even stranger was the top line of text—
[Nicknamed "The Demon," leader of the Rats in the House of the Dead, and a member of the Five Signs of Decay. His special ability is "Sin and Punishment."]
"...?"
Kawakami Wakana was feeling quite unwell.
Because when she saw those words, she felt a dull ache in her head. Memories that weren't hers were invading her mind like intruders.
Medieval clothing, bloodied hands nailed to crosses, a knife plunged into an abdomen, and—
Fedia's wish is to create an ideal world without supernatural abilities.
She then realized that what she had seen was never the real Feda.
His "peer" persona was fake, and those so-called immature remarks were nothing more than a test of her.
Kawakami Wakana's pupils dilated instantly.
If special abilities do exist in this world and it's not just Fedya's childish eccentricity—
Could what she just saw be what is known as "superpowers"?
If Fedia knew that she was a superhuman, then—
"Hmm—"
Perhaps it was because those sudden floods of memories were so unsettling, but Kawakami Wakai just...
He gagged in front of Fyodor.
He vomited right at his feet.
The label flashed before my eyes—
[Killing intent: 61%]
"..."
This is it—
Will that 61% murderous intent make the other party take action?
Kawakami Wakana looked up in alarm at the person in front of her, but his expression remained unchanged. He merely glanced at the things on the ground and silently waved his hand—
"Clerk-san—someone threw up here!"
"..."
Give her some face!
If she could see her own murderous intent towards Fyodor, Kawakami Wakai is certain it wouldn't be zero.
so--
What should she do now?
Kawakami Wakana couldn't help but think of the Armed Detective Agency.
Fedia once said that perhaps some special people were hiding in this place.
Could it be that the members of the Armed Detective Agency actually possess supernatural abilities?
Should she choose to ask them for help?
"I'm sorry—" Ruoyi subconsciously took a few steps back, "I've disappointed you, haven't I? I'll disappear from your sight right now! Right now!"
She was about to leave when she said that.
However--
Fei Jia grabbed her hand tightly.
Those hands, which clearly looked like ordinary human hands, were as cold as ice in the summer heat.
“Ms. Kawakami, or rather, Neko,” he chuckled, “have you thought you could just leave after showing off your presence in front of me like that?”
"..." Of course! If she didn't leave, she was afraid she'd be killed!
Before Ruoyi could react, she noticed the blush on the person in front of her and the beads of sweat stuck to his bangs on his forehead.
As if possessed, she touched the other person's forehead.
Unlike his hands, which were almost devoid of body temperature, his forehead was frighteningly hot.
"Fei...Feijia..." Kawakami Wakana's voice was weak, "Are you running a fever?"
No, that can't be...
Could it be because she just threw up in front of him?
"Fever?" Fyodor raised his hand and touched his head, which did indeed feel very hot.
"This is nothing, it's not a big deal for me." He slowly stood up from his seat. "But you—"
Fyodor didn't finish his sentence.
Suddenly, his body went limp and he collapsed towards Kawakami Wakana—
"...?"
"Fei...Fei Jia?!"
…………
In a private hospital.
“Fyodor-san’s constitution is probably not very good to begin with, and his resistance is relatively weak.” The doctor with black and white hair and a scar on his face said to Kawakami Wakana. “It rained again yesterday, and he probably caught a cold because he got wet in the rain or because of the drop in temperature.”
Kawakami Wakana nodded, indicating that she understood.
She originally wanted to call 120 (emergency services), but Feda told her to contact this doctor named Black Jack, saying that he always consulted Black Jack for any problems he had in Japan.
Although Ruoyi was a little worried at first, she had no choice but to take him to the clinic of the Black Jack doctor after thinking about Fei Jia's true identity.
"By the way, are you his girlfriend?" the little girl next to him suddenly asked.
"...?"
Noticing the doctor's gaze, the little girl immediately covered her mouth and then said eagerly, "Go and see that big brother first! He's already awake."
"Um……"
Actually, Kawakami Wakai was thinking of just leaving.
But the thought of leaving someone with a high fever alone in a place that looked like an unlicensed clinic made her uneasy.
Led by the little girl who called herself "Pinoco," she arrived at the room where Fyodor was resting.
Fyodor had already woken up, and when he saw her come in, he frowned slightly.
"You haven't left yet? Aren't you afraid I'll infect you?"
"Is this all you're saying to the person who personally brought you to the hospital?" Kawakami Wakana said irritably. "As for contagion—"
She took off the bag on her back, took out a pack of masks, opened one, and put it on her face.
“It was hay fever season before! I still wore a mask with me.”
Then he moved a chair over and plopped down next to her.
Fyodor: "..."
Looking at the girl in front of him, her braids swaying, sitting there watching him rest, he suddenly had a strange feeling—
It's like a mouse caught by a cat.
Cats don't eat their prey immediately; instead, they toy with it first.
Thinking about this, my throat suddenly went dry.
"water……"
Upon hearing this, the girl immediately stood up, took out a sports drink from her bag, and placed it in front of Fyodor so he could see it for himself.
"Unopened."
"..."
"Thank you..." He took the drink and gulped it down. Only then did his throat feel a little better.
beep beep—
The thermometer tucked under the armpit beeped to indicate that the measurement was complete.
Kawakami Wakana immediately took out a thermometer and looked at it, then was shocked by the high temperature of 41 degrees Celsius.
"My God! Feda, should we see Dr. Blackjack again?"
"I'm afraid you'll get brain damage if this continues."
"..."
“That’s a relief, too,” Fyodor muttered to himself.
"...?" The girl blinked, seemingly wondering what he had just said.
“It’s nothing.” Fyodor shook his head. “By the way, Neko—”
"What do you think is the purpose of human life?"
…………
Fighting and fleeing are two human instincts when facing danger.
Kawakami Wakana knew that based solely on her previous memories, if she were to treat Fyodor as an enemy or provoke him, the situation would likely turn out very badly. Therefore, her instinctive choice was to pretend she had never met him.
But for some reason, looking into Fyodor's eyes now, she sensed a hint of loneliness.
Yes, although it's still hard to accept, if the information she saw before was correct—
The person before you may have left behind nearly a thousand years of history.
No family or friends, not even a true confidant...
This isolation creates a thick barrier between oneself and others, leaving only "exploitation" in the end.
Actually... Fedia must have been lonely too, right?
That's why I suddenly asked this question.
Just like her during the summer vacation after my first year of high school.
This thought softened Ruoyi's heart.
"Honestly, who talks about life when they have a high fever?" Kawakami Wakana said half-jokingly. "But—"
"Just like Dazai's assessment at the time, if I hadn't met Fedia, I might have disappeared by now."
"So, if you really can't find the answer, how about living for me?"
[Author's Note]
Um--
The above deposited manuscript
I have a translation exam today, so I wrote the chapters a day in advance.
Although I'll have finished my exams by the time you read this chapter, will it help me do well on my exams? qwq
The following is today's mini-drama.
In summer, outdoor temperatures in the Kanto region can reach nearly 40 degrees Celsius.
Although she uses air conditioning at home, every time she sees Fyodor's clothes, Kawakami Wakai wonders if he might get heatstroke.
As a result, the refrigerator at home was always full of ice cream, and she would also occasionally order a cold milk tea for Fyodor.
One day, she ordered milk tea using Fyodor's account, and the delivery rider turned out to be Osamu Dazai, who had been forced to deliver food by Kunikida Doppo because he was too lazy.
And that bottle of milk tea—
Only half.
A few days later.
A review on a food delivery platform showed the following:
[One-star review: The milk tea I ordered was only half full.]
[Merchant's response: The delivery rider drank it.]
Looking at the users who replied to this...
Clicking on this review without my knowledge is suspicious.
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