Chapter 55 Stubbornly fixating on a trivial matter, the servant angrily beats Xiaomei…
"......"
How could Donatello not know everything Rouge had said?
With the lynxes ceasing their crimes, all leads coming to a standstill, and the investigation almost completely stalled, the Special Patrol team had the most leisurely time in recent years.
"Captain, Captain, there's no work this afternoon. What do we do now?"
'If there's no work, go practice your gunnery! How can the guardians of Fontaine be so lazy!'
Yes, yes!
'......'
'Captain, where are you going with that cake?'
'Go practice your shooting!'
Donatello even had the opportunity to buy a cake at noon and take it home, watching little Chavore and his wife eat it bite by bite.
"It's so delicious! Daddy's having some too!"
Unlike before, when I would get off work too late and my child would already be asleep.
With his wife refusing, he could only put a little cream on the child's tongue and watch her smile briefly.
'This is wonderful now. I really hope I can have afternoon tea with my parents every day from now on!'
"......"
What carefree and happy days!
It's like taking an early retirement.
but.
Is this really a good idea?
Inside the magnificent blood-soaked house, dozens of Melusins were jumping and hopping up and down the stairs, piecing together corpses.
Donatello was certain that all the Melosinians who hadn't taken a vacation in Fontaine, whether from the Shadow Court, the Special Patrol Team, or even the Security Force and the Prosecutor's Court, had been transferred over if they had any criminal investigation knowledge.
"What?"
Luger didn't hear clearly.
"I said, is this really okay?"
Every word and action comes from the bottom of my heart.
Donatello turned around and looked at his colleague's eyes, which were shining with excitement under the lights.
"The justice of Fontaine and the evils of society, things that are heavy enough to crush mountains and kill dragons, are placed on the back of a minor."
Is this really a good idea?
"......ha?"
Luger was unusually silent for a few seconds.
"I don't understand you."
"Sigh, Special Patrol Team, let the rain wash away the ambition in your eyes."
He solemnly declared to Rouget, to the future traitor of the court.
“I will capture the lynx, and I will make him turn back amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.”
"But all of this has nothing to do with the laws and justice of Fontaine."
"This is just a father's sympathy and pity for other people's children."
*
"......"
“Oh, righteous Furina, you are such a passionate fellow.”
Rougete bowed to him, a nonchalant smile on his face:
"But none of this concerns me, my friend. Good luck with your work. I'm off now. After all, major murder cases are outside the scope of our small security team's duties."
Under Donatello's scrutinizing gaze, he calmly withdrew from the villa, from the police cordon, from the encirclement of his colleagues, and...
They retreated into the Fontaine newspaper office.
"Hey, friends from the Fontaine Daily News."
He covered his face, wore a police uniform, and knocked on the door of public opinion:
"Before dawn breaks, would you like to boost your newspaper sales for tomorrow?"
*
“Mainkuhn, take a look at this news: ‘Fifty-three people have been killed by wild animals. The killer lynx has struck again. The Court of Justice has completely blocked information about the criminal. Is it for justice, to save face, or is there something else going on?’... Ha, someone wants to make you famous.”
The clothesline pole broke in vain; it never touched anyone's skin.
Mainkuhn.
Peruvéli simply sat in her chair, propping her head up as she watched her troublesome brother.
"You really are... sigh."
He could say nothing but a sigh.
"......"
Mainkuen remained silent, simply picking up a kitchen knife, chopping up the freshest raw meat, spreading it on bread, and then drizzling egg yolks and blood on top.
Here, I guess you haven't had breakfast.
He silently pushed the plate to the servant, whose fur swayed obsequiously.
[Make raw meat tartare the way you like.]
"......"
It's exactly what I like.
"Who would eat this first thing in the morning?"
Arecino glared at him, both calm and angry.
"It's been so long since I've had any of Mei's cooking!"
Beside her, Clementine happily munched on a pancake:
"I really miss those days~"
[Feel sorry. ]
Across from me was my brother, his fur drooping softly, looking utterly dejected.
I'll go make something new; just throw this away.
[Because the children can't eat raw meat, and I can't eat the onions in raw meat tartare, and nobody can eat it except Pepe...]
"Alright, that's a waste."
The black fingers put bread and fresh meat into his mouth together, and the servant savored the delicious taste of blood.
Mainkun enjoyed watching Peruvé eat raw meat tartare—this peculiar dish.
That would make the half-demon feel like he wasn't the only outcast in the world.
"Maine, what...are you eating?"
[What's wrong with the cat food?]
Under the unspoken gazes of Clementine and Peruvieri, Mainkuhn opened two cans of cat food and poured them into his plate, mixing them with dark brown granules to create a sticky mess.
Mainkun removed his mask, revealing his fine incisors and long, sharp canines. He rolled his thin tongue around them and swallowed them with a horrifying motion.
[It's delicious, really.]
Only in front of her sisters, with whom she grew up, does the half-demon feel comfortable revealing her unusual appearance.
Clay looked down at her pancake:
"Should I also try some new and unusual things?"
...No! Please hold onto this precious ordinariness of yours.
The servant and the half-demon spoke in their minds at the same time.
"You two... sigh."
Interrupting the casual conversation, Peruvieri's expression turned serious again.
"Getting back to the point, Maine, you can't go on like this."
"For days, you have been trying your best to prevent your demonic power from getting out of control, not daring to step into the Gray River, and trying to keep your emotions stable, but..."
But it didn't work.
Mainkuhn mentally continued.
Negative human emotions are everywhere, and my demonic power can only accumulate and rage within my body without any sign of abating.
The nobles' misdeeds against Lynette were merely a small spark that ignited the fire.
Bang.
The suppressed demonic power erupted completely, and I lost control more violently than ever before.
Therefore, avoidance is useless.
"Therefore, there is only one solution."
Clementine sighed beside her.
Yes, there's only one left.
Mainkuhn lamented inwardly.
That is—
"I bought you a ship ticket to another country. Find some remote mountain area to lay low for a while until we calm things down..."
I'm turning myself in, hoping to get some...
Mainkuhn: "Death penalty."
......
[？]
"?"
"What is this?! I finally managed to open my mouth, couldn't you at least say something auspicious???"
After a moment, Clementine could hardly believe her eyes and ears:
"What's wrong with you now?!"
Isn't that right...?
Mainkuhn was so startled by her violent reaction that he nearly jumped off his chair.
[I... I can never control my loss of control. Besides causing trouble, I can offer humanity nothing in life, and only death can truly end my madness...]
"......"
Clementine could clearly see Pepe's black hands opening and closing repeatedly before finally clenching into a tight fist, with dark blue veins bulging at the joints.
Mainkuhn.
Do you know what you're saying?
[Of course, this is a decision I made after careful consideration.]
The thin boy's gray ears had drooped for many years, never once standing tall and proud as they had in his childhood.
[Since leaving the house with the fireplace, I have been wandering the world.]
The cat recalled its first day in Fontainebleau, which was truly a wonderful day.
Every strand of its long, silvery-gray feathers gleamed from the sea breeze. The seagulls in its beak were fresh and delicious. After the meal, it would beat up its mischievous father in front of its daughter. As a form of entertainment, it was quite suitable.
The two children I slept with at night were too cold; they were completely unfit to be my bed warmer.
I truly hope that every day from now on will be as wonderful as that day.
Unfortunately, it's not possible.
[Pepe, Clementine, Fontaine is so beautiful, so big and pretty.]
Mainkuen reached out, showing her sisters her jet-black nails for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
puff.
With just a little force, the inch-long fingernail sank completely into the linden wood table.
*Snap*
Pull it out, and you'll have a perfect little hole through which you can see the patterns on the floor.
He lowered his head meekly, staring at the pattern; Mainkun's expression behind the mask was relaxed and serene.
I really don't want to ruin it.
[So just destroy me first.]
*
"......"
We're doomed.
Looking at the serene half-demon with vertical pupils, and then at Peruvieri with fire in her eyes, Clementine broke out in a cold sweat.
I know that Xiaomei probably has some problems, and her way of thinking is abnormal.
But I never expected it to be this serious!
[I've found my brother, and I've felt his body temperature and heartbeat. He's doing well, and he'd definitely be better off without me. So even if I were to die now, I would have no regrets.]
Mainkuhn was still deep in thought:
[I feel a little bad for Fimini, but he's young, he'll probably forget about me soon.]
[Linnie and Lynette are mature and reliable, and capable of taking care of themselves. If a portion of the inheritance is given to them, they should be willing to help look after Fimini, so there's no need to send them to the Hearth House... oh dear!]
"idiot!"
Unable to bear it any longer! Peruvier grabbed Mainkuen's gray hair and pressed it down!
Thump!
Mainkuhn's forehead slammed heavily against the table: "!?"
Why are you angry, Peipei?
That wasn't all; the servant suddenly grabbed his head and slammed it down again!
BOOM!
Centered on the hole pried out by the half-demon, the entire tabletop shattered instantly!
"Pepe, stop! Aaaaaah—this isn't the first time he's gone mad—"
Amid Clementine's terrified scream, Arecino, amidst the rubble, grabbed Mainkuen by the back of the collar with one hand and roared into his bewildered golden eyes:
"It's just a broken table! Rong Nuoke can break a hundred of them with one hand, what are you afraid of!"
[No, no, no, that's not the problem. It's my demonic power, it's my demonic power that's out of control—]
It didn't hurt, but she was completely bewildered. Mainkun was held like a cat in the servant's hands, trembling with fear.
[Killing is a bad thing. My uncontrolled demonic power is causing panic among the people of Fontaine and has been undermining their legal system—]
"So what! We Fools have done these things too, do you expect me to confess as well!?"
[That's different—]
But what exactly is the difference?
Mainkuhn couldn't explain it either.
[No, it's different. Only death can completely end my runaway demonic power!]
He finally came up with a reason and anxiously explained using hand gestures.
[But you are not like that. You kill based on your own beliefs, and you can stop at any time—]
You are utterly foolish!
"Don't hit me—"
That's completely wrong, little Maine!
Clementine, sweating profusely, tried to pry open Peruvier's hand, which was about to strike.
It sounds like we're a hundred times worse than you—
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