Giant: I, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, have no feelings

Near the gate of the Trost district, on a small hill,

"Can't you go?"

and Hrista squeaked and pushed open the door to Ayakoji's room.

She tilted her head, looked Ayakoji up and down with interest, and said with a grin: "

Say yes to going shopping, Ayakoji, you won't regret it, right?"

Mikasa followed, looking into Ayakoji's room, but suddenly stunned!

After ——! loud

bang, Mikasa closed the door, blocking the view of Christa and himself.

Ayakoji in the house turned her back to the door, pinching her brow worriedly,

"Who did Hrista learn from not knocking on the door?"

Outside the house, Mikasa and Hrista confront each other in low voices.

"What's wrong with you

?" "What's

the matter, three years ago, didn't we see everything we should have seen and shouldn't have seen?"

"Shut up!"

Mikasa jerked close to Hrista's forehead, looking grim

: "Hurrista, be honest, put your careful thoughts in your stomach."

"You're only 15 years old, there are some things, don't worry."

Then, Mikasa leaned close to Hrista's ear and said coldly:

"If you want to be a member of my family, do you also have to pass my test?"

"

If Aunt Karula accepts, of course I won't refuse."

"You..."

Mikasa opened her mouth and slowly closed it again.

Mikasa clenched her fists fiercely, slightly angry in her heart.

She knew what she was talking about!

Meow——!

suddenly, the barking of a white cat came from under the feet of the two, accompanied by a jingling sound.

Hrista hung his head, held the white cat, bypassed Mikasa, and whispered as he walked:

"Mikasa, yes, you can see my thoughts."

"I don't have anything bad to admit. "

Five years ago, Ayakoji, who turned into a cat, saved me, in every sense.

"He taught me to break the windows of the little boys who always bullied me and freed me from the bondage of a good child."

"He gave me a piece of sugar, the sweetness I tasted for the first time in my life."

"He saved me, and without him, my mother would have died in the fire burning on the manor and I would have been orphaned alone." Jingle

Bell——!

Hrista slowly turned around and smiled:

"Mikasa, to be honest, I hated him!" "I

hate him for letting me listen to the screams of children and smell blood for three days in Dracula's manor.

"I hated him, for three days!

In the end, he was carrying a bomb and disappeared without a trace in a loud roar.

"Everything was just so that I learned to choose, to be the queen of what I couldn't understand."

"I really hated him!"

then looked at Mikasa with a happy light in his eyes:

"But fortunately, it was just a scam, and everything was an illusion that he carefully woven."

"That pack of kids didn't die, and neither did this stinky cat." "

You know what, Mikasa?" Khrista looked at Mikasa lightly, and involuntarily gently stroked the hair of the white cat in his arms:

"Do you know what happened after that incident, after I got another candy from Ayakoji?"

"But the candy that I peeled with my own hands was sweet, just as sweet as the one I had a few years ago."

"With that candy, I knew he hadn't disappeared, and with your reaction in the days that followed, I was even more sure of it."

Christa shrugged, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice:

"Of course, although I know everything, I am not without change.

"Although all deaths are fraudulent, but Dracula Manor is real, Andre is also real, and the darkness after this world has finally taught me something."

"All in all, in the end, I didn't feel any hatred for him. Of course, I still want the liar to drink all kinds of soup, and by the way, take the rope and walk a few laps in the hall under the public.

She looked straight at Mikasa and said softly

, "Mikasa, this is my story with him." "

If Ayakoji were just a cat, I would consider him my friend forever."

"But he was a man, or a man who didn't have long."

Hrista slowly leaned down and let go of the white cat named Ayakoji in his arms.

The bright light hit her golden hair, dancing in the wind, shining.

She crouched down, raised her head slightly, brushed the hair from her ear, stared at Mikasa with her azure eyes, and said softly

, "Yes, Mikasa, I have nothing bad to admit."

"If I could, I would like to be with him for the rest of my life."

"I don't want to leave myself with regrets if I can't."

She slowly got up and looked directly into

Mikasa's eyes: "That's right, Mikasa, I like Kiyotaka Ayakoji, so what's wrong?" Mikasa

tilted her head, bit her lower lip lightly, and said with a hard mouth:

"I know!"

"I still say that if you want to be my family, you shouldn't pass my test first....... Hmm?"

Mikasa's eyes widened sharply, looking at Hrista in front of him in surprise.

I saw Hrista lean in front of Mikasa, gently stretching out a finger and gagging her mouth.

"Mikasa, your words are a bit unreasonable. "

I just like a person, not his family, why should I pass the test of his family?"

chuckled and slowly slid the finger between Mikasa's lips.

After the delicate chin, it glides over the collarbone and gently lands on the chest under Mikasa's white dress, lightly tapping.

"Mikasa, it's not so much about letting me pass your test. "

Why don't you ask yourself if you have passed your own test?"

She was obviously shorter than Mikasa, but Mikasa just felt that Hrista was looking down on her at this moment.

"Mikasa, is Ayakoji your

family?" "Of course it's family!" "

Just family?"

Hrista turned around slightly and took a few steps.

She looked Mikasa up and down, and chuckled

, "Mikasa, if it's just family, why don't you wear this white dress that you think of a baby to go shopping."

Mikasa wrapped her arms around her chest and touched her itchy chest that was dotted by Christa

, "I do, can you handle it

?" Kiyotaka came back, shopping in the dress Kiyotaka had sent, was there any problem?"

Khrista chuckled and ran away

, "But if I start, you shouldn't be able to care, right, anyway, Ayakoji is just your family, isn't it?"

"Hey..."

Mikasa slowly lowered her arms around her arms and couldn't help but mutter,

"Start?