[Comprehensive Manga] Lord Witch

in love with... me?

Qian Luo was still at a loss.

And the change in mood after hearing this sentence made him feel even more at a loss.

He feels happy.

Very, very happy.

There is also a wonderful sense of relief.

Then, there's...

panic.

Because he has nothing to pay back.

He didn't, didn't...

...he has nothing to say.

The strange feeling was quickly suppressed by him, and Qian Luo stared carefully at Giotto's face.

This person feels very familiar to him.

Where has he seen this person.

"...Giotto," Qian Luo said, "Did I meet you somewhere?"

"Yes." Giotto replied, kissing Qian Luo's hair lightly.

"We've known each other for a long, long time."

"It's enough, more than 100 years."

He said with a sigh.

But Qian Luo frowned.

"On your body..."

"—there is despair."

He paused, his eyes full of doubts.

"Very slight despair, but not all." Instead, it seemed to be oozing from something.

He looked up at Giotto, who was still smiling gently at him.

"Perhaps," he answered, "the lid may not be able to close."

But Qian Luo felt that a person like the one in front of him should not be in despair.

He should be very strong, with a tolerant heart, and nothing can stop him.

—but he was so gentle.

Suddenly, his own voice appeared in his mind.

— After all, he is so gentle.

"...?" Qian Luo shook her head and covered her head.

Sure enough, he lost a lot of memory.

And here is...

study?

It is still a study in the style of the nineteenth century.

This place is not reality, but rather a spiritual world.

Qian Luo looked down at her palm and clenched her fist.

There is no feeling of being confined.

"who are you?"

To be able to pull him into the spiritual world from that body, this person must be very powerful.

no offence.

Qian Luo made such a judgment.

"I've said it all, it's Giotto." The blond young man smiled, "In terms of identity, he was the first leader of Vongola more than 100 years ago."

"But..." In the depths of his eyes, something blurred.

"—and who are you?"

……

……

Qian Luo was stunned for a while.

For some reason, since he came here, his spirit has been in a trance for a while.

"I am, who?" he murmured.

"I'm... Qian Luo."

"Really?" The blond young man laughed softly, his tone as gentle as ever. "Then let me change the question."

"—What do you think you are?"

There is no doubt that I am dead, and now my soul is attached to Vongola's ring.

So what are you?Have you ever thought about it?

Although I lost my memory, but...

Have you ever thought about it.

He said so.

"Of course I'm human...!" Qian Luo stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking.

Of course I am, human?

……wrong.

I am not human.

Qian Luo's eyes widened.

I'm……

"Ask again," Giotto said again, "What do you think makes up a human being?"

Flesh and blood?Is it a bone?

His pupils reflected Qian Luo Wushen's eyes.

Is it the soul?Is it heart?is love?

"But, you don't have any."

There was a smile in Giotto's words.

There is no soul and no love.

Whether it is flesh and blood, bones, or the most important heart containing love in the mouth, they are all fakes constructed by magic power.

"You are……"

I'm--

Qian Luo's pupils constricted.

"—A witch."

witch.

The wind suddenly blew in from the window, blowing the papers that were originally placed on the desk flying all over the sky, and many pages of the book that was opened flat were turned over with a "crash".

When the wind calmed down, the birdsong outside the window remained, but there was only one person left in the study.

"This time, don't blame me, teacher."

Giotto looked down.

He did, however, know a lot from Miss Margarina.

For the first time, know something about you.

"Next..."

You have to prepare bait for that troublesome teacher.

You can't let that person go hungry.

A butterfly fluttered in the air, flew into the study from the window, and finally landed on the back of Giotto's raised hand.

It was an extremely beautiful butterfly with beautiful patterns on its flapping wings, and its whole body was blood red.

"For outsiders, this is not bad."

As he said this, he flipped his wrist sharply, with his palm facing upwards, and caught the butterfly that could not escape in time in the palm of his hand.

Some bright red liquid flowed down his hand.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window, but the sunlight pouring into the room through the window seems to be pale.

Giotto had a faint smile on his face.

Tender as always.

***

Ah, it's deadly.

Sawada Tsunayoshi dragged his exhausted body, feeling that his eyes had turned into dead fish eyes.

Being reprimanded severely by Lal in the morning, and then being hanged and beaten by Senior Skylark in the afternoon, life is nothing to love.

He felt as if he had become numb to Spartan education, which was really scary.

"Speaking of which, reborn." After the day's training, Tsunayoshi Sawada asked Reborn: "Vongola's headquarters is in Sicily, right? Is there any problem there?"

"The headquarters of Mirufiore is also in Sicily, isn't the situation serious?"

"Well... in a way."

"Hey!!! Really?!" Sawada Tsunayoshi was surprised.

"But there are those guys in Italy, no matter what, it won't be the worst." Reborn's lips curled up.

"Those guys... mean Varian?" Tsunayoshi Sawada recalled the video of Skuvalo he had received before, ah, and Bell.

...although it ended up fighting.

Haha... He smiled feebly.

But it's true, I feel a little relieved, if it's Varian's group.

In his mind, Xanxus's face and contemptuous eyes seemed to be filled with disdain all the time.

"Then again, I recently learned that Varian seems to have changed personnel in the past ten years."

"Really... The staff has changed..." Tsunayoshi Sawada paused, "Eh?!!! Changed? What's going on??"

"Three new people have joined, and Mamon also..." Reborn was silent for a while after saying this.

"Anyway, I'm going to find Nuliang Huapiao next." He raised his head and looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi. "Do you want to come here together? After all, they are your future colleagues. It's good to know about them."

……

……

"So, what do you want from me?" Nuliang Huapiao leaned his back against the wall, holding a bong in his hand, exhaling a puff of white smoke.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced at Reborn in front of him, then passed him, and looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi behind Reborn.

"Ah, this is really, rare visitor..."

"Evening, good morning, Judaime." He smiled and protracted the greeting.

Being stared at by Nuliang Huapiao's pair of golden eyes, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt a little terrified for no reason.

"Night, good evening..." He wanted to cry but had no tears. Although reborn invited him to go with interrogative sentences, he was actually dragged here by reborn.

God knows how much he wanted to just sleep to death.

The black shadow under Nura's feet swayed slightly, and Tsunayoshi Sawada seemed to hear many ethereal laughter from far away.

"Don't scare him, Nuliang, Idiot Tsuna will have nightmares tonight." Reborn's tone was leisurely.

You say that to stop it! ! !

"Well, let's get back to business." Reborn jumped onto the table and looked up at Nuliang Huabo.

"I'm here this time to ask you something."

"About us, the Ninth Generation of Vengley is directly under the assassination force - Varian."

"Hey, it sounds like a very interesting unit." Nuliang Huapiao turned the bong in his hand.

"Then, there are two newcomers in this unit."

"For them, I want to ask you..."

Reborn's eyes were dark, and there was no emotion in them.

"—are they human beings?"

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