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["I don't think stealing is a good habit, sweet little lady."

The first time Erika met Mr. Assassin, who was known as the number one in the world, she was wearing a luxurious dress and sitting in a tavern that was a bit out of place for her.

"It's not stealing."

She blushed and whispered in shame.

"I'll pay you back when I get home."

Although it was only two hours since she ran away from home.

Thinking of this, the blond girl turned her face away in embarrassment, and the melodious classical music playing on the record player stopped abruptly at this moment.She opened her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but she heard the gentleman's tolerant laughter behind her.

"A margarita."

He ordered a glass of wine for her, and sat down calmly and gracefully in front of the girl whose face was raised in surprise.

"I'm Reborn."

He introduced himself, the brim of the jazz hat was raised, and the dark eyes shrouded by the ambiguous light met the confused gaze of the girl in front of him.

"As you can see, commissioned by Kudaime."

"We will probably get along for a long time in the future."

Italy in the [-]th century quickly got rid of the shadow left by frequent wars.Gentlemen in suits and leather shoes haunted opera houses and pubs, the dark clouds over the sky dispersed, and romantic folk songs filled the streets and alleys together with roses.

As for Sicily, it has a jewel-like blue and magnificent sea, and Mount Etna is covered with thick snow on the clouds. Whenever the stars are blindfolded, the sun will rise there.

By the end of the 80s, the activities of the mafia headed by Peng Lie were frequent, gradually taking over the jurisdiction of various regions from the government.

"I've heard your name before."

Sitting in the middle of the sofa, Xiao Tuan Jin glanced at the extremely simple furnishings in the apartment, she hesitated for a moment, her chin cautiously poked out from behind her bent legs.

"Father said that before the ninth generation, there were other families who wanted to recruit you, but you felt annoyed, so you chopped off one of his hands and sent them back."

Reborn was not surprised when he heard this sentence, he lowered his eyes, and the eyes that fell on the newspaper in his hand were calm.

"The latest mafias are boring people."

Money, fame, women—after he pretended to be friendly and refused, the group of smiling guys drew their guns on him.

"I'm not that tempered yet."

Thinking of this, Reborn took a sip of the black coffee in his hand without emotion. He didn't know what he thought of, and smiled with his lips curled up. When he looked up at the girl in front of him, there was a bit of hidden determination in his eyes.

"As for you, if you want to keep wearing that eye-catching dress, even I don't guarantee that the sniper on the other side will shoot your beautiful head with bullets."

Erika was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, she slid off the sofa at an incredible speed and covered her head with a pillow.

After finishing this series of things, she had free time to use the small mirror she carried with her to observe the situation outside the window.

However, she did not find the person she was looking for.

Erika was silent for a moment.

"...What about people?"

"There will always be."

"Are you making a fool of me, sir?"

"Just to see how you react to being part of a Mafia family."

Reborn glanced at her and closed the newspaper in his hand.

"Unfortunately, it is still far from qualified."

Erika was choked up by his anger, she raised her slender wrist, and threw the pillow in her arms towards him.

Reborn didn't even move his butt, just tilted his head and dodged easily.

"Father didn't teach me anything like that."

Like Gabrielone, her family is a mafia family with deep roots. Recently, they have reached an agreement of friendship and mutual assistance with Peng Lie, and many families want to ally with them.

Erika was born under such circumstances.

Her brothers had been brutally trained by the Mafia since she was a child, and she just needed to wear the best clothes and maintain the proper manners.

Her father said that her birth was an accident. She was born on the battlefield, and her loud cry made the continuous flames of war disappear in an instant.

Kudaime, who was the leader at the time, took her from her mother.

Erika means spring that symbolizes hope.

This is the name Timoteo, the ninth generation of Pengel, named her.

"Besides, I thought Grandpa Jiudaimu asked you to protect me."

There was a bit of complaint and condemnation in her tone when she said this.

Reborn stepped back and followed her words very naturally.He still maintained his astonishing demeanor, but his cold tone was involuntarily tainted with some sarcasm.

"He didn't offer enough terms for me to care about other things."

Since it was protection, as long as she lived.

It would be nice if her occasional embarrassment could fool him a little bit, so he wouldn't leave her on someone else because the task was too boring.

"You are really bad."

Erika, who suddenly discovered the essence of the other party hidden under the gentleman's appearance, spoke seriously, and she nodded, as if agreeing with her own words.

As she thought about it, she suddenly realized a serious problem.

Erika took another look at this modest apartment, and confirmed the fact that there was only one room.

"I have a disease that if I sleep on the floor, it will instantly infect others and die with me."

She was talking nonsense in a serious manner, and the calm face of the man in front of her was reflected in her clear eyes.

"So can I sleep in bed?"

Reborn just stared at her like that for a while, then finally let out a quick laugh.The man's hillock-like Adam's apple rolled, his long legs wrapped in trousers moved, and he finally stood up from the sofa.

"If you're brave enough, just try."

Erika glanced at him suspiciously, perhaps because of the influence of her growing environment since she was a child, even after being reduced to this level, she still did not give her back to a stranger.

She backed away while staring at him.

It was at this moment that the gunshots sounded.

A hole was broken in the glass in the bedroom, and the bullet left scorched black marks on the white screen, mercilessly penetrating through the bedding and bed board.

"I have more enemies than you can imagine."

Reborn said lightly.

"……gentlemen."

"how."

"Do you have any colleagues who have no enemies, it doesn't matter if they are not too powerful."

She tried to sound as sincere as possible, but Reborn gave a cold snort of disdain.

He picked up the gun, and when he shot the head of the sniper on the opposite floor, he still didn't forget to look at her.

"Who gave you the power to refuse?"

Erika didn't know what was happening outside, but only knew that the Italian mafia circle was facing a major reshuffle.Probably from the day she ran away from home, when the heavy night enveloped Sicily, the birdsong and the sound of the sea were no longer there, and the aftermath of the explosion in the distance could be accurately conveyed to the feet even if it was hundreds of meters away.

Reborn wasn't interested in that, and he only frowned slightly when the sex outside got in the way of his good mood for dinner.

He is a narrow-minded gentleman who will exact revenge.

At least Erika thinks so.

The man who took off the jazz hat from the hanger said he was going to go for a walk. When he came back 5 minutes later, the mafia fighting in the distance had already disappeared.

"I finally know the reason why you have so many enemies."

Erika was a little bored with the Sudoku game in the newspaper, she put down her pen, stretched her sore neck, and looked up at the man who walked into the entrance.

"Brother said that everyone has a chance to be forgiven, you should warn them to put on their porn."

Such innocent words seemed to interest Reborn a bit.

"understood."

He said.

"I'll take you with me next time I go."

"……what?"

"Don't you want to warn them well? If you make up your own mind, you can solve it yourself."

Erika broke the pencil in her hand, she watched as Reborn threw the suit jacket on the back of the chair, pulled out the chair, and sat down opposite her.

"You can't fail to hear that I was joking about the lively atmosphere."

There was some vigilance in the girl's voice that was hard to ignore. She stared at him with a cautious expression, as if she was afraid that he would really tie her to the two mafia fighting in the distance.

"Why, didn't you kill anyone?"

Reborn's voice was no different from his usual one. He raised his eyes and looked at her, wondering if it was because of the short fight just now. The collar of his white shirt undid two buttons, revealing the smooth muscles of his neck. line.

"..."

It was at this time that the girl who had changed into a plain home dress made up her mind.

"I'll call Grandpa Kudaime tomorrow."

"up to you."

"I want to sue him. You lead different women to dangle in front of me every day, and you have strongly criticized the education I have received since I was a child."

"Great, it looks like you've already made up your mind."

The expected anger didn't come, Erika looked suspiciously at Reborn who reluctantly clapped her hands twice, and pretended to praise her.

"Come in, Terina."

The charming brown-haired beauty had already stood at the corner of the living room at some point. She was wearing bright red lipstick, and she looked bright and charming.

"I have no experience raising children, but Terina is very interested in you."

The big devil raised the corners of his lips viciously, he stood up, and before leaving, he still brushed the Sudoku pages of the newspaper spread in front of her with his slender fingers.

"Also, there is a mistake here."

Before the door could close, the windows of the apartment rattled again, this time not from the Mafia Rush, but from the gnashing blond girl.

"Wait, Reborn!"

She lost her ladylike manners and revealed her true nature.

"I'm going to flush all your coffee beans down the toilet!"

Reborn is an evil and evil tyrant.

Erika had seen him tie people back to the apartment and personally torture them to obtain information. Of course, it was impossible to flush his precious coffee beans down the toilet.

So she chose to add soy sauce to his coffee.

She was expecting to see him choking out of breath, but Reborn drank the whole glass with uncharacteristic calm in front of her.

"I thought you'd come up with something cleverer."

He put down the expensive-looking cup and sighed regretfully.

"But it seems that your brain is not as good as that idiot Colonello."

He raised his dark eyes and looked at her fixedly, his fingers brushed the cock around his waist intentionally or unintentionally.

Erika swallowed.

That night, Reborn put a plate of raw duck brains in front of her, claiming to make up for what was lacking, and put on plastic gloves for her very thoughtfully.

So before Erika's dinner started, she hugged the toilet and vomited out the next day's meal.

"I want to go home."

The exhausted girl stared at him angrily, and complained in a weak voice.

"Don't look at me that way, poor lady."

The man at the table was enjoying his steak slowly, and his interest was not affected by her embarrassment at all.

"When the one-month time limit passes, you can embrace freedom."

Erika did the math, today is her third day with Reborn, that is to say, she will have to be tortured and made fun of by him for another 27 days.

... Is this punishment for her running away from home?

"Well, first."

A black shadow enveloped her body, and Reborn squatted down in front of her at some point.His five fingers were long and slender, and the pads of his fingers were covered with thin calluses from years of holding guns. It seemed to brush against the skin of her cheeks, and the movements were gentle, bringing a burst of heat.

"There's something I need you to figure out."

The man's back was straight, and his collarbone stretched out nicely on his wheat-colored skin. It was obviously such an emotional scene, but Erika heard an undisguised threat from the other's tone.

Reborn stopped wiping the filthy corners of her lips with a handkerchief, and he looked at her red ears and gradually frightened expression with satisfaction, and even the slightly raised brows brought a little joy.

"Erika, right?"

Reborn moved closer to her ear.

He pronounced her name with a soft ending, which was extremely ambiguous.

"The next time you do anything with my precious coffee, I'll send you on a trip to Santuchuan."

During her time with Reborn, Erika occasionally met the rumored third lover. She didn't remember her name, but she only remembered that Reborn was very patient with that beauty.

At least not teasing her like he was treating her.

Erika thought about this question occasionally, and then concluded that Reborn vented his anger on her for being forced to bring a bottle of oil.

"I'm not an oil bottle."

After lunch, she announced this to the man who was resting on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Reborn opened his eyes for a few seconds because of her thoughtless speech. He couldn't see any emotion in his eyes. He didn't know what he thought of. He sneered and quickly closed his eyes .

"My memory is very good, and I'm a quick learner. I remember the personnel information of every mafia organization in the world. If you take me with you on the next mission, I will definitely be more useful than your lover."

Erika spoke clearly and logically, but Reborn didn't listen to a word, he was silent for a while, the sleepiness covering his eyebrows disappeared, and then he put his elbows on his knees and sat up straight.

Erika listened in surprise as he reported her height, weight, birthday, and even the fact that she was kidnapped by a hostile family when she was three years old and left a scar on her leg.

Although he knew that his original intention was to tell her that there was nothing surprising about her ability, and it was best to give up the idea of ​​escaping from here.

but……

"If you do this, I will think you have a crush on me."

Erika shook her head regretfully.

"I'm not interested in underage girls."

"I'm not a little girl, I just had my birthday a few days ago, already."

"Oh, that's really surprising." He glanced coldly at her seemingly undeveloped figure, "Do you need me to bless you?"

"...I will curse you."

The girl who was hit hardened her face, maybe a little self-defeating, now she is not afraid of Reborn's threat to send her to Santuchuan for a trip.

"In the future, you will definitely meet oil bottles that are more troublesome than me, the ones who take single-digit math tests, and can fall on the ground."

Reborn sneered.

"There will be no one in more trouble than you."

For Reborn, there is indeed no more troublesome existence in this world than Erika.

She was too young at that time and probably had forgotten. Before that, he had seen her four times in total.

The first time, during a mafia fight, the sound of bullets whizzing past was stopped by her crying.

In this land full of sin and pain, the corpses at the feet are still cold, but new life comes without warning.

He stood aside at that time, appreciating all this with cold eyes, but suddenly heard someone throwing down the gun and crying bitterly.

They hugged their dead family members, children, and lovers, yelled regretfully, "What have we done—?", gritted their teeth, and pointed the guns in their hands tremblingly at their own heads.

Reborn looked at all this and felt bored.

He was just a teenager at that time, and he hadn't become the world's number one killer yet, but he felt that whether it was family or friends, they were just irrelevant fetters.

As he thought so, the third time he saw Erika was at a mafia party held by a certain family.

He went there for a mission, but she grabbed the corner of his clothes when he passed by the lounge.

"Did you kill someone, sir?"

But a child of three or four years old, wearing a light yellow dress, looked at him with those innocent blue eyes.

It is because of ignorance that there is no fear.

"This is wrong. You can't kill people casually. Life is a very important thing. It shouldn't end so hastily."

Unexpectedly, Reborn, who was lectured by a child, let out a low laugh from his throat. He raised his hand and was about to tear her hand off, but he heard a scream from a distance, and then, the crowd came to this side The sound of coming.

"What do you look at, he is my man."

Contrary to Reborn's expectations, the little princess, who was still saying that he did something wrong just now, scolded the guards petulantly and capriciously.

"That surprises me a little, sweet little lady."

He watched the pursuers who were looking at each other leave indifferently, raised his eyebrows slightly, and knelt down in front of her.

"According to your teaching, you should hand me over to them."

Anyway, the process may be a little troublesome, but the result is always the same.

"I know who you killed."

The blond-haired child muttered dissatisfiedly, she met his eyes straightly, without flinching in the slightest.

"They killed people too."

"But you look better than them, so I decided to stand by your side."

How naive and cruel, her family probably really hid her well.

"But it's still wrong to kill people. If a person's existence is erased, there will always be someone who will feel sad for them."

The little girl in front of her had a straight face, and she spoke in an old-fashioned way.

Reborn can already predict her future death.

"It's because you barely helped me."

He stood up, wrapped her hand holding the hem of his clothes with his palm, and tore it off without much effort.

The teenage killer lowered her eyes and pushed the blond hair from her cheeks behind her ears.

"If you want to survive in this world, you don't have to know everyone, Erika."

He was even more arrogant then than now, and he didn't know how to restrain his edge, as if to prove something, within a few months, he put his name at the top of the ranking list.

For Reborn, killing feels as easy as crushing an ant.

"But I don't know you either."

The blond boy recovered from the shock that he had called his name.

She looked at him seriously, bit her lower lip in embarrassment, half of her face turned red.

"But if you die one day, I'll be sorry for you too."

A little bird that was caged and overprotected.

After that, Reborn was recruited by Vongola and got acquainted with Sawada Iemitsu.

Although the other party probably didn't mean it, he often heard her name from Iemitsu Sawada.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

"It's fine if it's a girl—it doesn't matter if it's a boy. You can let that brat abduct Erika over here, and then I'll have a daughter too."

"By the way, when I went to play with Xiao Erika last time, she even gave me a second painting. Are you envious, Reborn, just for you to see."

Not envious at all, Reborn just thinks Iemitsu Sawada is too annoying.He endured it for a while, and finally decided to shoot a bullet through his chattering mouth.

But when he pulled out his gun, he saw the painting in Sawada Iemitsu's hand.

"What I Want To Do When I Grow Up"

Red cape, blue tights.

Sawada Iemitsu chuckled.

"Xiao Erika said that when she grows up, she will become a hero who punishes evil and promotes good."

Reborn chuckled, pulled the trigger, and shot the tree trunk behind Iemitsu Sawada.

"boring."

As he said so, he turned around and left, but Sawada Iemitsu followed up persistently.

"Oh, don't be so angry, Reborn."

"Oh yes, speaking of it, you've seen Xiao Erika before, right?"

"She said that she saw a cool Mr. Killer when she was a child, but she can't remember what he looked like."

"I don't know what that kid said to her. I asked her why she didn't want to become a mafia, but Xiao Erika said that it wouldn't be cool if the mafia had someone who cared."

"Hahaha, that brat can't be you, Reborn."

Sawada Iemitsu's mocking voice reached the top of his scorched head, he looked at the smoking gun in Reborn's hand in disbelief, and yelled angrily.

Reborn didn't bother to talk to him this time, he was anxious to finish the task he hadn't finished yet.

The only failed mission in Reborn's killer career.

On the way of running away covered in blood, he passed over the roof of the building, and when he lowered his head, he saw a girl holding an umbrella at the entrance of the alley.

She didn't look a few years older than the last time he saw her, and she was surprisingly courageous.

"I don't care about it. I just stole something from you. As for the one who is chasing after you?"

The unruly and willful eldest lady once again used her extraordinary strengths of turning black and white.

"This is my family crest. If you want my fiancé, you can go to my brother."

Reborn didn't appreciate that in the slightest, but being a gentleman he wasn't in the habit of being harsh on women either.

So when the crowd dispersed, he raised his bottomless eyes to look at her.

"fiancé?"

Perhaps because of a guilty conscience, the arrogant girl turned her face away in embarrassment.

"Sorry, my father wants to marry me to Gabrielone's heir recently, but I'm not interested in him at all."

After she finished speaking, she looked at him curiously for a while.

"Are you a mafia too? I'm rich, how about I hire you as my fiance?"

Beautiful words not much different from when I was a child.

Reborn laughed at her innocent look.

He moved closer to her, and the strong smell of blood dispelled the faint scent of perfume on her body.

"I'm expensive, little girl."

He said so, but the other party raised his hand to hold his cheek.

"Very attractive sideburns."

A slender wrist that could be broken with a light grip.

Reborn's warm gaze slowly moved away from her wrist, and finally fell into her crystal clear eyes.

"Give me a discount, Mr. Killer."

The extremely intimate tone carried a hint of coquettishness.

It would be good to use her advantage.

His eyes darkened uncontrollably, he hummed coldly from the tip of his nose, and straightened up.

"you are not the type I like."

He flatly refused.

The blond girl had expected this for a long time, she bent her eyes and didn't feel a pity at all.

"Then at least give me your hand."

She wrapped white gauze around his wrist with a familiar and neat technique.

Reborn became slightly more interested: "You always carry these things with you?"

The golden bird gave a soft "um", she didn't know what she thought of, and the drooping eyelashes covered the ups and downs of emotions in the bottom of her eyes.

"To save one is one."

Reborn remembers it, when he saw Erika for the second time.

Her father gave him a considerable fortune in the hope that he would rescue his daughter who had been kidnapped by a rival family.

But when Reborn arrived, everything had subsided.

That wretched mass of gold stood in the center of the corpse, its gorgeous dress in tatters.

She held a gun in her hand, covered in blood, and couldn't tell whether it was snot or tears on her face.

"Don't tell me."

She was obviously terrified to the extreme, even her teeth were shaking.

But despite this, she still raised her gun at the dying enemy who wanted to crawl away.

"My brother won't die because of me."

"I don't want my brother to die."

"So please go to hell."

There was a gunshot, and blood spattered half of her face.

Reborn stared at her in a daze for a while, dropped the gun in his hand in fear, pulled his hair and burst into tears.

The princess who should have stayed silently in the castle and waited for rescue was forced to straighten her back.

That was not a memorable youthful past, at best it was a painful growth.

"Well done."

The young killer indifferently stepped over the corpse under his feet, passed through the crowd, and hugged the little golden ball.

Reborn rarely compliments others sincerely.

But at that time, he did slow down his voice, chuckled and held her head down.

"Well done, Erika."

"Please stop teasing me."

After spending half a month with the world's No. [-] Spartan killer, Erika had completely given up her ladylike education since she was a child. She sat cross-legged on the floor and looked up at Reborn in dissatisfaction.

"At least tell me what's going on at home."

Reborn glanced at the news in the newspaper and glanced at her indifferently.

The blond girl fell into a rare silence.

"They're dead, aren't they?"

The newspaper in his hand was forcefully pulled away, and Erika forced Reborn to look up at her.

"I said that I don't want to marry. One day, I will meet someone I like, and I want to marry someone I like."

"Father smoked for a long time that day, and I secretly overheard the conversations of the cadres in the study. They said that the situation has changed, and our family is no longer the same as before."

"The day I ran away from home, my brother lost his temper with me for the first time."

"He said I was a useless oil bottle, he was upset when he saw me, and told me to get out quickly."

"Obviously he was scolding me, but he cried himself."

"He said that I was his favorite girl in the world, but sometimes he would find me an eyesore. If he did it all over again, he would rather persuade his mother to kill me when she was pregnant with me."

"I met you in the tavern within two hours of my leaving home."

"Thinking about it now, it seems a bit too coincidental."

There was a slight mist in those water-blue irises, Reborn pursed his lips and looked at her for a while, before speaking unhurriedly.

"Even if you know, what do you think you can do, my dear lady?"

These cruel words completely broke the defense of the girl in front of her.

She trembled a little, and her figure was a little shaky.

The afternoon sun fell on her pale body through the fluttering window screens, making her skin more translucent.

"Please teach me how to kill."

No longer trying to be a hero who punishes evil and promotes good, after all his beliefs are destroyed, the golden bird can only break his own ankle to pull himself out of the chain.

"I have killed, sir."

"I've felt guilt and awe about death ever since."

What exactly is it compensating for?

Erika herself couldn't figure it out.

When she was three years old, the day after escaping from kidnapping, the head of a rival family came to apologize to her father himself.

Someone rushed out of the crowd at that time.

"I'm going to kill this brat!!"

She could no longer remember that person's face, but only remembered that he looked extremely sad, and his whole face became hideous because of it.

He asked her if she killed his family members, and they were only forced to do those things, and what they said was only threatening her, trying to give her some color.

With tears streaming down his face, he was pressed to the ground and raised his head to look at her with all his might.

He said that if his elder brother hadn't died, today would be his elder brother's birthday, and his mother was waiting for him at home.

Someone pointed a gun at him.

Her brother stood behind her, covering her eyes tenderly.

"Don't look, Erika."

"They're more than worthy of death."

Warm blood splashed onto her skirt again, she wanted to scream loudly, and was so uncomfortable that she wanted to vomit, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't even make a normal sound.

【"Wealth, power, jewels—Erika, everything in our future belongs to you."】

【"So, Erika, it doesn't matter if you don't have to work so hard."】

She vaguely remembered that on her second birthday, the cadres of the family knelt down in front of her, and her father held her hand and kissed her forehead tenderly.

It's not that she hasn't tried.

Erika likes to wear long skirts since she was a child. The exquisite lace will cover the scars on her arms, making her look like an out-and-out spoiled little princess.

Her brother had only seen her wound once, and she remembered his shocked and angry expression at that time. Although he promised not to tell others, he turned around and complained to his father.

So the father put the family ring on her thumb.

It's a big circle, and it looks a little funny.

But my brother didn't care about it.

He held her hand, kissed the ring on her finger, and swore allegiance.

【"Do what you want."】

He said so, and she did.

But things developed to the end, but turned into what it is now.

"Please teach me to kill, sir."

She didn't shed tears, but her eyes were red and she clenched her fists.

"Power, money, jewels, everything I have can be given to you."

"Please teach me revenge."

The fourth lover of Reborn, the world's number one killer, is a completely different type from the one he brought with him before.

She has blond hair that shines brighter than the sun, a slender figure, and a simple and harmless smile.

Reborn likes to hang out on various occasions with his arms around her waist, photographing her precious jewelry and giving her decent clothes.

"Didn't expect you to like this type, my poor little Erika."

When Sawada Iemitsu heard about this incident, he was still a little bit annoyed, his face turned red with anger, and he shook his head regretfully.

"Then what about my unborn son, you have to give me back a daughter-in-law."

Reborn began to figure out how to destroy Sawada Iemitsu's body to be clean.

"Name, change."

He spoke flatly, brushing the brim of his hat with his fingertips, and there was some cold displeasure in his black eyes.

Sawada Iemitsu asked "Huh?" in confusion.

But Reborn didn't pay attention to him anymore, he took a step forward and walked towards the girl who was tiptoeing and waving to him in the distance.

"She's mine now, please don't call her by such an intimate name, idiot like you."

Obviously there was no ups and downs in the tone, but Sawada Iemitsu felt the meaning of threat.

It's as if if he refuses, Reborn will instantly slice his head art piece by piece with his terrifying gaze.

"It's stingy."

Sawada Iemitsu grumbled.

Erika knew that it had been a month since she seemed to be Reborn's lover, as everyone said. She looked a little surprised, and she even forgot the exhaustion caused by high-intensity training.

"It seems that you are at a disadvantage."

She pinched her chin and thoughtfully settled the accounts for him in front of his face.

"It seems that from that time on, the beauties around you are afraid of you."

Erika looked at him sympathetically as she said so.

"Although I'm not a man, I also want to get close to beauties."

She almost said the words "really pitiful".

Reborn didn't bother to look up at her, and just let out a nasal sound that didn't mean anything.

The sun outside the window was about to set, and it had rained in Sicily for three consecutive days, and even the air smelled a little damp.

The coffee machine in the kitchen was set at a time, and the coffee beans fell one by one, slowly emitting a melodious aroma.

It was at this time that Erika kissed his lips.

It seemed that it was the first time for her to do this. He just raised his eyes to look at her, and she immediately shrank back in fright.

"Don't show such an innocent expression, Erika."

His crossed legs were lowered, and the esoteric English book in his hand was thrown aside by him.

Still