Chapter 129 So Beautiful, So Fragile
Upon hearing this, Bertrand blinked, then seemed stumped, frowned, and after pondering for a long time, suddenly clenched his fist and smiled broadly.
"I don't have a mother! Ah, not only do I not have a mother, I don't even have a father!"
The silver-haired, baby-faced boy shook his head, his eyes showing no trace of sadness.
It seems that for him, the existence of parents is merely optional.
His words silenced everyone.
Looking at this young boy with a bright, innocent smile, Seeker couldn't help but ask, "Haven't you met your parents?"
Upon hearing this, Bertrand looked at him with disdain, as if he were an idiot. "I already told you I don't have any parents~ How do you think I'm supposed to meet my non-existent parents?"
Seeker muted his microphone, silently smacked his forehead with his hand, then closed his eyes and slumped back onto the sofa.
Bertrand grinned, then took out some parts and started assembling and fiddling with them.
In this world, his parents and even his adoptive parents are dead, practically nonexistent, and he never saw them with his own eyes, so it's not a lie.
The sudden drop in atmosphere made Gin click his tongue, then he got up, walked out of the safe house, and lit a cigarette.
Bertrand collected the emotional value called 'heartache' from them without any psychological burden.
Just as he finished assembling the mechanical butterfly in his hand, Gin returned from outside.
I glanced at the butterfly in his hand.
Gin: ...
Can't this brat just behave himself?!
Berry, who was a little far away, saw the butterfly in his hand and suddenly recalled the trauma of being frightened by someone's fake butterfly bomb one day.
Berry subtly shifted her position.
Who knows if this time it's for real?
As Vermouth held her wine glass, she caught a glimpse of the incredibly realistic purple butterfly in the baby-faced man's hand, and her hand stiffened slightly.
"Sweetheart, the butterfly in your hand isn't a poisonous butterfly or a bomb butterfly, is it?" Her tone was a little chilly.
"Hmm?" Bertrand looked up at her and shook his head sincerely. "It's not poisonous, and it's not a bomb."
As he spoke, he pressed the small button on the butterfly's abdomen.
Purple butterflies fluttered gracefully above their heads, shimmering with sparkling light under the lamplight.
Seeker, who knew nothing about mechanics, curiously reached out and pinched the butterfly that flew in front of him.
Vodka, sitting in the corner, was shocked and secretly sympathized with Seeker.
"Such thin butterfly wings."
"Ah." Bertrand blinked. "Um, Se-chan, those glittery things on the butterfly wings are a sleeping potion."
Seeker: ...?!
He opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked at the innocent-looking baby face next to him. He opened his mouth but before he could make a sound, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Afra, expressionless, grabbed him by the collar and threw him aside without any gentleness.
The rest of the people: ...
The baby-faced man raised his eyebrows, then took out a small transparent box and opened it.
The butterfly that Seeker had been holding broke free and slowly flew into the box on its own.
He closed the box and put it in his bag, then looked at the group of people who seemed to have stood still with a grin.
Vermouth took a sip of her drink, and after a moment, said, "Sweetheart, you really do like butterflies..."
Bertrand tilted her head innocently, reached into her bag and pulled out the orange-flavored popsicle that hadn't been seen in a long time, smiling sweetly as she unwrapped it.
"Aren't butterflies good? Butterflies are so beautiful and fragile. Most people wouldn't be wary of such pretty and delicate little creatures, right? Look, even Qin-chan didn't care about a tiny butterfly back then~"
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