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Beatrix Henry said, “Look over there.”
The person in the fifth seat was a teenager. He had black hair like from the Heian era, wore traditional Japanese clothes, and was dozing off, his head tilted back, snoring.
Beatrix Henry said, “Ichiko Kichirou.”
“He’s using his real name too?”
“It depends on whether the player wants to reveal their real name or not.”
“A lazy sinner,” he said leisurely. “He’s also a Yin-Yang Master.”
“Yin-Yang Master? Is that an S-level prop?”
“Something like that. But it’s not quite like an S-class prop. After completing his hidden mission, Kichirou was given the status of a lost son by his family, the Kichirou clan, in the S-class side story . A Yin-Yang Master is a magician who understands Taoist Yin-Yang magic, famous for summoning and using ‘Shiki’.”
Phedra Henry’s eyebrows twitched. It was already 2322, and there were still people in the world who believed in demons, and exorcists who could drive them out?
Beatrix Henry patted him on the shoulder. “You believe in science, but then, how do you explain why we’re stuck here?”
Phedra Henry stayed stubbornly silent, unable to refute.
The last two seats were the sixth and seventh: a white-haired boy and a beautiful blue-eyed blonde mermaid.
One was Gluttony, the other was the Joker.
A guy who looked exactly like a geisha, wearing a white suit, black shirt, red tie, and a delicate gold cross. His long white hair was tied up high, revealing a slender neck. He was strangely beautiful, with striking red pupils, pale skin, and long eyelashes. It was so white, it seemed almost unreal.
The sixth person’s appearance reminded him of ancient Europeans, but Phedra Henry knew he wasn’t from Earth.
His S-class prop might be the wooden cross on his tie.
Beatrix Henry immediately confirmed his guess: “S-level prop, a sacred object that drives away demons. He can use it twice per mission, though he looks more like a devil than a saint... It’s a very rare prop. It’s basically two extra lives.”
Beatrix Henry glanced at him and said, “Avoid contact with him if possible. He’s...”
Phedra Henry frowned, “A vampire?”
Beatrix Henry shook his head, “Not a vampire. More like a dragon in the movies. He eats human flesh and drinks blood. That’s all he eats, especially humans from Earth. They say human blood is his favorite food, at least most recently.”
As Beatrix Henry spoke, the person Phedra Henry thought of as a vampire suddenly shot a glance at them.
Those bright red eyes swirled with a deep, bloodthirsty look, evoking both longing and delight.
Phedra Henry shuddered.
Beatrix Henry noticed and consoled him, “No need to panic. He likes to eat meat, but it’s not the first time he’s tasted human flesh. His race may be cursed, but the noble class has learned to control their appetite, they’re picky eaters now. Unless he’s starving, he’s not going to attack anyone in a crowd. And of course, the system won’t let a sinner like him go hungry. Just do as I say and avoid him as much as you can.”
Beatrix Henry stood up straight and asked, “So, do you have any questions?”
Phedra Henry nodded, “One last thing, why are you doing this? Why are you so nice to me?”
“Darling, I’m not nice at all,” Beatrix Henry bent close. “I forgot to introduce myself.”
When the tip of his nose was so close it almost touched him, he turned to Phedra Henry’s ear and made a soft, kiss-like sound. “Nice to meet you. I’m s*x Offender.”
Then he walked over to seat three.
Phedra Henry was stunned. He touched his cheek, suddenly remembering that Bridget George was still behind him.
Bridget George stood perfectly still, like a statue. Hands in his pockets, his entire body radiated a murderous aura, like a soldier fresh from a b****y battlefield.
Phedra Henry saw the wolf’s eyes narrowing slowly, full of danger. The emerald-colored eyes gleamed with a deadly light, like a wild animal watching its prey, ready to pounce. In an instant, it could use its massive jaws to crush its victim’s throat and enjoy the struggle. There was a twisted pleasure in seeing the prey gasp for breath at the end.
His voice was very low, but the tone was raised, “What’s your sin?”
He slowly traced a circle around his own heart. Phedra Henry froze. He remembered what had been written on his screen: “It’s anger.”
The corners of Bridget George’s mouth curled up. “You’ve killed people?”
Phedra Henry’s expression faltered. “No.”
Bridget didn’t say more, but the smile on his lips deepened.
Amaya Yuki stood beside Phedra Henry, watching his lips: “Phedra, what are you talking about?”
But she couldn’t hear anything at all, she was completely unable to make out the conversation. Phedra Henry glanced at her, then looked at Bridget.
Bridget moved her hand through the air as if to turn something off, then put it back in her pocket. “It’s better if you don’t hear anything. If you did, you wouldn’t dare stand next to him again.”
Phedra Henry stared at Bridget. He realized the wolf had probably activated some kind of stereoscopic invisibility, no one else could see or hear them. Amaya Yuki couldn’t hear the conversation, so he guessed it was the effect of some kind of prop.
Bridget George kept her hands in her pants pockets, not moving at all. But as he was about to walk past, she bent down to Phedra Henry’s ear. Her extremely low voice was right by his ear, each cold breath brushing his throat. The distance was less than the width of a hand, a snake’s strike could easily sever his neck in an instant. Bridget’s movement was slow and deliberate, claws sharper than any blade, caressing the most sensitive spot of his neck.
Phedra Henry felt the deadly threat. At any moment, his throat could be slit, blood spilling everywhere, his body serving as food for the beast.
Bridget George’s eyes widened, staring at every tiny change in his expression. “Your name?”
Her words seemed to shake his heart. Phedra Henry’s face went pale, but he forced himself to answer, “Phedra,” without trembling.
Amaya Yuki, standing nearby, was so scared she felt faint, terrified that Bridget would bite her throat. Standing before such a frightening presence, no one dared not answer.
Bridget’s hands slowly relaxed, and she gripped him with her claws. She lifted Phedra Henry’s chin, her index finger rubbing the corner of his eye until it turned red.
Most people around them didn’t pay much attention to their actions. But Phedra Henry could feel countless eyes on his back.
Those eyes came from the sinners sitting on the thrones in the center circle and from the small floating circles in the air.
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