I must make the thief who stole my abilities look good! [Comprehensive]

Nazuka Kazuki's body will not be found by people, and even if it is found, it may be difficult to identify him.

This is the Damien Wetland, a paradise of deception and being deceived, and there are many scavengers. It is estimated that Nazuka's body will be eaten not long after they leave.

It's ironic to say that a man who was born at the top of the food chain ended up being eaten by species at the bottom of the food chain. I'm afraid Kazuki Nazuka never thought of it.

Blanche and Kuroro returned to the downtown area of ​​Kent City. The hotel was booked before. In order to prevent people from finding their whereabouts, they changed to another hotel yesterday. Blanche went to the bathroom to wash off the blood stains.

As she soaked in the bathtub, she couldn't help but recall the feeling when she took out Kazuki Nazuka's heart with her fingers just now.

The warm, fresh heart is no different from the heart taken out when honing the killing technique in the past. The blood of the ogre is also red, and the power of the beating heart seems to be stronger than that of ordinary people.

To be honest, Blanche didn't feel the pleasure of revenge, but a little emptiness.

Blanche looked at her palm, the blood stains were gone now, it was clean and fair, without any sense of reality.

"...until you fall into hell, I will keep watching you from the depths of hell."

Nazuka's words came back to my ears again, his gestures, smiles and strange light in his eyes before death all of a sudden reappeared in front of Blanche's eyes, the girl sat up from the bathtub, with her arms around her calves, she put Face buried in knees.

The door creaked open.

Kuroro didn't hide his breath, and walked in directly.With his coat off and his shirt sleeves rolled up at the elbows, he put Blanche's pajamas on the table and said, "Why don't you bring in a change?"

Blanche raised her head, "...forgot."

She had been soaking in the bathtub for too long, her cheeks were flushed from the hot water, and her eyes seemed to be filled with steam, changing her usual sick and weak appearance.The naked/naked girl always lacks the sense of shame that humans should have when she exposes her body. She looks at the man who is fully dressed and should not have appeared in the bathroom at this time. The blood on the white shirt is especially obvious. .

...that was where she had just bitten, and the bite was a little heavy, and the skin was broken.

The girl asked: "Why don't you use your ability to cure it?"

Kuroro's body posture was very relaxed. He leaned against the wall and said, "Skin wounds, if you leave it alone, you will heal in a few days."

"But it will leave a scar."

"I don't mind leaving scars." The man said calmly.

"But..." Blanche's previous mouth was completely impulsive, and now she felt a little ashamed when she saw it again, she muttered, "...but I don't want this scar to stay."

"You can't see it even when you put on clothes." Kuroro said and changed the subject, "Did you wash it for too long?"

"Ah, yes." Blanche did take a bath for too long, and the skin of her fingers was a little wrinkled after soaking in the bath, "Are you going to use the bathroom too?"

Speaking of which, she stood up from the bathtub, and didn't tell Kuroro to turn around, nor let him go out, but stepped out under his gaze, and picked up the towel beside her to wipe her hair.

The girl's skin was very fair. If it wasn't for the tinge of blood brought by the bath, it would probably still look pale enough that it couldn't be stained with other colors.Even compared with her peers, her physique is still slender, like a delicate glass handicraft that can be broken when folded, but she is slightly plump compared to herself two years ago. When she raised her arms, the marks of her ribs were no longer obvious. Fuller, with a waist like a weak willow in the wind, and long and straight legs.There is no difference in appearance compared with other human beings, and there may be only this humanoid alien creature in the whole universe-his Blanche.

Kuroro couldn't help but wonder, if another person stood here, Blanche, who basically had no shame about her skin, would still step out of the bathtub defenselessly?

At this time, the girl had already put on her pajamas. She was going to blow dry her hair, but seeing the blood on Kuroro's shirt was an eyesore, the girl came to him, stretched out her arms and slowly unbuttoned his shirt one by one, and pulled it open. The placket, so that the bite marks on the shoulders were exposed to her eyes.

The girl stared at it for a while, as if it was marked by some kind of beast, which still made her a little ashamed, and she felt that she had bitten too hard, so Blanche leaned forward and licked the wound lightly.

...followed by another lick.

The warm touch infiltrated from the already sensitive opening, as if it was going to penetrate into the bone marrow all the time, the man couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction.

Blanche rested her head on his shoulder, her long lashes hiding the emotion in her blue eyes.

Why didn't she resist when she bit?

... This person is obviously not a gentle person, so why does he always give her the illusion of being gentle?He should blend in perfectly with the night, can be wise, cunning, capricious and even cruel, but it shouldn't be about tenderness and reassurance, it shouldn't be.

Blanche squeezed his shirt tightly and whispered, "I seem to..."

like what?

Her head went blank for a moment, and she had a vague concept in her heart, but she couldn't combine it into words to say it out.

"Huh?" Kuroro patted her head.

"It seems..." The girl tried her best to think for a while. At this moment, she grunted, and Blanche opened her mouth to follow her instinct, "...I'm hungry."

"..."

Even though Kuroro didn't know what she was going to say, he felt intuitively that he missed something important.

When Kuroro came out of the bathroom again, Blanche had already ordered room service and finished the meal at a terrific speed.After all, she was involved in a battle, and Blanche was a little tired. She got into the quilt and fell asleep after a while—frowning, sleeping very restlessly, because her pillow was missing.

Even though she is almost twenty, Blanche still has some habits like a child who can't grow up, and even her self-care ability is not as good as that of ordinary children. She likes to sleep with a pillow when she sleeps.

A certain man knows this habit.

So when Blanche went to the bathroom, Kuroro threw all the pillow-like things in the room out of the room, leaving two pillows enough to sleep on.

If she appears by her side at this time...

Kuroro sat on the edge of the bed, the bed was slightly sunken, Blanche didn't sleep very well, she opened her eyes soon, saw that it was Kuroro, she took the initiative to go over, grabbed his arm, Pull him over and hug him.

The girl rubbed her face against his arm in satisfaction, said in a daze, "Lend me your arm." Then fell asleep again.

...In short, no pillow will come over by itself, the man observed with satisfaction.

The two rested for a while in Kent, and then took an airship to Kansas City, the most famous casino in the world. There is a city that never sleeps. Some people became rich that night, and some lost their wealth in just a few hours. It is not only a bustling city full of opportunities, but also a tourist city worth visiting in the eyes of the public.But in Kansas City, where there are many casinos, there is an urban legend.

If you meet a person holding sixteen-sided dice, no matter who he is, whether he is tall or short, fat or thin, poor or rich, please don't compare luck with him, "he" is the darling favored by the goddess of luck.

Even though few people have seen it, it is an urban legend after all, and it is still passed on miraculously.

Kuroro has recently received relevant information that the dice may really exist, and he wants to get that magical dice.

Blanche is the complete opposite of the "pursuant" Kuroro, she just gambles.Blanche's luck has always been good. Although she can play very few types, it still can't restrain her grand desire to double her savings!

So in the casino, a refreshing black-haired young man who attracted the attention of many girls and young women, and a money-losing girl who stood at the door with golden eyes and wished for a sprint, parted ways temporarily after changing the chips.

Blanche spent a quarter of her chips learning the rules. Apart from the slot machines that everyone can play, the one she can master the most is Russian Roulette.

Even though ordinary people can't see where the marbles are going on the turntable, she happens to have good dynamic eyesight, and she can get an eight-point accuracy in the prediction alone. She shouldn't be able to lose in this game.

She was about to devote herself to the "battle" when suddenly she caught a familiar figure in the crowd out of the corner of her eye.

It is an old man with white hair.

It's... grandpa.

Blanche was taken aback, and then ran towards the old man. There were too many people in the casino, and she couldn't find him for a while. She looked left and right in the crowd, and when she walked quickly, unexpectedly, that road The familiar breath brushed past him.

Time seemed to stand still. In the noisy environment, it seemed that someone had pressed the mute button with a remote control. Blanche clearly heard Grandpa's voice saying, "Go do what you want."

"...What about grandpa?"

"What I'm after is never in sight, Blanche, what about yours?"

Blanche turned her head abruptly, and there were all kinds of noisy background sounds in her ears. Some people's slot machine played three sevens, and the change was spitting out frantically. , Blanche couldn't see Grandpa's figure, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

She was a little lost.

While searching desperately, her eyes accidentally caught Kuroro's figure.He was chatting with a female banker, who seemed to be having a good chat. The female banker laughed from time to time, and even patted him affectionately. Kuroro also smiled, and there was no fake element in the smile.

Just like the gentle young man who kindly guided her in the third meeting place when she took the hunter exam.

Blanche's eyes narrowed, she squeezed the chip box in her hand tightly, she lost the intention of having fun, as if her coffee jelly ran away without saying a word, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable.

Blanche found this discomfort strange.

She didn't know how to deal with it, so she could only turn around and leave.