Giant: I, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, have no feelings

"Kids, don't overthink it yet."

Andre smiled bitterly

, "I'm afraid Dracula has already realized that something is wrong, let's think about how we should deal with it next."

"Don't think about it!"

Allen's eyes were red, and his voice contained anger that could not be ignored:

"That bastard! Must die!

"But," Armin said with a wry smile, "the most important thing is that Christa is probably still in his hands!" "

The hostages are in the hands of the enemy, what can they do to successfully break the game?"

"Don't we have hostages on our hands?"

Let look around at the soldiers who were tied up by the flowers, and Akama behind Andrei, accurately analyzed the current situation, faintly seemed to seize a turning point.

"But, let." Marko sighed and said faintly:

"I don't think that kind of scum-like thing would care about these things."

A demon who doesn't care about anything, but has a princess in her hands that the warriors care about.

In this case, what should I do?

Two hours ago, when Eren and the others had just stepped into Dracula

Manor, the mysterious dungeon of Dracula Manor, the demon in Allen's mouth, tick

!

Tick!

The bandage on Hrista's eyes was removed.

What comes into view is the whole dungeon.

The black bricks and tiles form the slightly worn walls, which are covered with red marks.

If he still doesn't know anything, I'm afraid that Khlista doesn't know what it is.

But unfortunately, Hrista clearly understood what those red marks were, it was blood, blood splattered on the walls.

On all sides of the dungeon, there is a rusty iron fence covered with white down.

The remaining little blonde girl lay there, without the slightest intention of resisting.

Dracula cherishes his ingredients, so what they wear, eat, and sleep at night is even better than the average person, faintly reaching the specifications that only nobles can enjoy, except for being imprisoned and free.

In the middle of the dungeon, there is a bed made of white marble, stained with dark red blood.

On the side of the bed, there is a wooden frame densely packed with various tools.

Knives, needles, threads, pliers, soldering irons, deboning knives...

Say what bed?

More precisely, this is the chopping board for Dracula's crime!

There is a vent on one side of the dungeon, and Hrista is on that side.

She was hung from the only chain in the entire dungeon, like the most dazzling of all goods.

At this moment, Hrista's eyes were blood-red, staring at Dracula who showed his true face in front of him, full of hatred!

It's been three days! Hrista hasn't slept for three days!

How can you sleep, how can you sleep!

For three meals a day, Dracula, the bastard, would handle what he thought was ingredients in front of Hrista.

Although he has been blindfolded, how can he cover up the sound of screaming, groaning, and cutting flesh?

"Don't stare at me like that!"

Dracula has short white hair, dressed in a black and white European suit, carrying a bowl of soup, clean and smooth hands gently scooped up, slowly approached Hrista's slightly pale red lips, and said softly:

"Hrista, don't you eat today?" You haven't eaten in three days, have you? "

Snap!

Hrista clenched his silver teeth fiercely, making a crisp sound.

Staring at the misty soup, her eyes turned red in the blink of an eye, staring at Dracula, and the hatred in her eyes could not be covered:

"Get out!"

Not to mention that she hadn't eaten for three days, even if she hadn't eaten for thirty days, she wouldn't have become a man-eating demon like him as Dracula wished!

"Eh~

" With a sigh, Dracula gently raised his head and looked at Hrista:

"You are an angel, Hrista, how can you be so rude?" What a lesson! Turning

into the dungeon, Dracula pulled out a little girl, like a pig.

Under the blinded eyes of Christa, Dracula tied her to the cutting board, drew a bone-removing knife from the wooden shelf with a sonorous sound, carefully looked at the straight blade, and said to himself:

"It's time, Hrista." See for yourself today. See what I actually do with the ingredients.

Maybe you can understand me?

Then when you can understand me, that's when you're at your best!

"Bastard! Bastard! You damn it!

The tears in Christa's eyes involuntarily fell again, and the screams, moans and knives that had tormented her for three days were heard again, and the sound of knives cutting through flesh and bones.

She didn't know what to say anymore, she didn't even know what to scold.

Hrista felt that even if the dirtiest word in the world was applied to Dracula, it would be a compliment to him!

Because that guy covered in blood is actually laughing at this moment!

This 20-minute torture ended completely with the light that dissipated in the girl's eyes.

Dracula looked at the pocket watch in the palm of his hand with dissatisfaction and muttered, "Damn, is the craft rusty? It took 21 minutes and 10 seconds? "

This bastard, it's still timed!

Looking at the girl's eyes staring at herself before she died, those eyes seemed to ask: Oh, sister Christa, you said, we will go back alive, right? Is that right?

"I'm sorry!"

Christa lost his mind and cried, constantly apologizing:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

It's her reason, it's her fault, it's all her to blame!

Suddenly, Hrista shouted subconsciously:

"Ayakoji!"

At the vent, Ayakoji's ears moved slightly, followed by a disappointed sigh.

Is that the case again? Crista, you still can't decide?

For three days, Hrista would subconsciously shout his name after each torture.

But....

Hrista's originally angry shouts came to an abrupt end, and she closed her eyes in despair, guilt that made her dare not look at the dead child over there.

She just muttered weakly

, "I'm sorry..."

Hrista fell into the abyss at this moment, fell to the bottom, and only a little light remained in the darkness.

Wait a minute! Wait a minute! And so Allen, so on, so on, and

Everyone, you don't have to die.

Louise doesn't have to die, Ayakoji doesn't have to die, everyone doesn't have to die.

As for the dead child, those sins, just let her bear them.

Really, she's just going to carry it....

Christa only felt that above his shoulders, he suddenly felt like he was carrying a mountain.

"Actually, I've wanted to ask for a long time."

Dracula stood in front of Khrista curiously, gently wiped the blood from his face, and wondered:

"Every time you have enjoyed my performance, who is the one named Ayakoji who shouted?"

Tilting his head slightly, Dracula casually took off his blood-covered coat, threw it casually next to the cutting board, and guessed uncertainly:

"Is it your friend, someone you like, or the commander of the Sanctions Blade?"

Hrista shook his head desperately uncontrollably, tears streaming freely in his closed eyes:

"It's a damn cat!"

Why! Ayakoji, why give her the choice!

Isn't it okay to protect these children as much as they used to protect her?

What the hell do you think?

Ayakoji!

And that damn bastard instructor, what the hell is he trying to do!

"I can't understand it." Dracula shook his head, sighed softly, turned and walked into the dungeon, and his big clean and smooth hand lifted a little girl again.

That girl, it's Louise!

This time, even Ayakoji in the vent opened his eyes coldly.

He also didn't expect that Dracula, the cook, actually caught Louise alive from a child full of sanctions blades in disguise.

What to do, do you have to do it in advance?

But if you do it, everything you do in the past three days will come to naught.

Hrista's eyes widened uncontrollably, and he said viciously:

"Dracula! Don't you dare!!! "