, Camellia."
The monster whined and acted coquettishly, "Your job is so tiring. You have to smile at everyone, and then smile at those inexplicable eyes. I'm so annoyed that I want to tear them apart... Although the oiran can eat so many delicious foods, these days I've eaten a lot of beautiful cakes in addition to soup and rice... But it's still too tiring! Get well soon, be your oiran, and then bring me three meals a day! In addition to soup and rice, I also want to eat cakes shaped like flower petals!"
...What a stupid monster.
She is even dumber than her younger self.
Shancha couldn't help but rub her head again.
"May I have your name?"
-86-
The monster was a little confused: "I don't have a name. Only humans need names. I am a banshee."
……oh.
"Then..." Shancha's heart began to beat nervously. "Then, why don't you..."
"Um?"
"Why don't you... be my sister?"
-87-
This cat was once her only relative.
Now she looks so much like her and has such a childish personality...
"Be my sister. I'll buy you cakes shaped like petals, make you lots of delicious food, buy you beautiful dresses, and even buy you a rattle to play with... Be my sister, okay?"
The monster's eyes brightened.
"What is a sister? How can I become a sister?"
"...Just call me 'sister' and you can be my younger sister."
"Oh! Hello, sister!"
“…”
-88-
Shancha couldn't help but hug her tightly.
It was like raising a lot of stray animals again. It was like seeing my parents who died of starvation standing before my eyes again.
"Thank you..." she said softly, "What I want most is family..."
Her new sister was confused but didn't break away from the sudden embrace.
She moved, her cheeks a little flattened from being squeezed: "I'm a little sister now, so do I get cakes to eat?"
“…”
Well, she's a silly sister.
Protect your good sister.
-89-
Shancha hugged her and whispered, "Both my parents' surnames are Wu. My real name is Wu Wan. Please don't call me Shancha in private anymore...it's just a nickname."
The slightly flat-cheeked sister muttered, "I don't remember names. Banshees don't need names."
"Then call me sister... Just call me sister all the time. I'll call you sister, we won't call each other by names."
-90-
W hugged M tightly, took a deep breath, and felt like something that had been missing for a long time had returned to him.
More satisfying than a full stomach.
She has relatives now.
She has...a younger sister.
...But, that’s not enough.
-91-
If she could have a younger sister, perhaps she could have... more... a more complete...
Home.
family.
Family love.
Home.
...Ah, so this is what she wants most.
-92-
"Sister..."
W suddenly woke up, extremely clear-headed.
Her precious sister couldn't live in a brothel forever.
Her precious sister couldn't stay in this horrible city forever.
She is not alone anymore—she has a sister—her sister—
W clenched his fingers and looked out the window.
There is a small mound outside the window, with a wintersweet stuck on it.
It was because of her request that M reluctantly brought the body in gorgeous clothes back from the mass grave and buried it in a grave there.
-93-
The mound reminded W.
No one can be the most beautiful courtesan forever, and no one can live in this place in a noble and flawless manner forever.
"When I grow up a little bit more..."
She murmured, hugging her only relative tightly: "When I grow up a little more, we will leave."
-94-
Leave this terrible city and go to another, safe place.
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