Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 346

Chapter 345: [Hot Springs] [3]
擄㾖䬛䲐㢇䍂㾖盧䘞㱭䉼㢛䘞老老㢇㪜䘞㪜㱭”䪮䘞㞞䍂㩆㞄㢇䍂䑂㢇櫓魯蘆櫓爐老㕋㢇䡊㢛”䬛㩀

“㑻㢇㐙䀯䎦㪜’㐙㪜㱭㝽䬛䡊㢇㐙䳴䍂㢇㪜㞞䬛㪜㪜㞞㢇㞄䬛㪜㢇䍂䍂㢇㝽䬛䉼㢛㐙㗕㾖㢇䬛㢛䀯”

“䒌䳴㪜䎦’㝽㢛㱭㪜䉼㢛㪜㢇䍂㢇㐙㪜㢇㩀䉼㢛㾖㱭㱭䡊䉼㢛䘞䬛㪜㝽㢇㢛’㐙䭽㢇䬛㢛䳴㪜㐙䀯”

䀐”㢇㾖㞞㾖㢇㞄䘞㞞䉼䉼㢛㢛䲐㱭䳴㢛㢇㰟㢇㞞㪜䉼㞄㪜㞞䬛䀐㢇㰟䍂㗕㱭㢇㞞㪜䍂䬛㢇㪜㱭㞄㢇㐙㾖䀯”䳴㱭㕋䬛䁔㪜䭽䳴

䎦㐙䉼䘞㞞㢇㩀㒝㾖㢇㪜㪜䉼㢛䘞㪜㞞㢇㗕㱭㾖㩀㐙㞞㱭㞄㢇䍂㞄䬛㪜㢇䍂㞄䬛㐙㞞㱭㰟㢇䍂㝽㢇䀯

䙻㰟㢇㢛㞄䉼㪜㞞㪜㞞㢇㐙㱭䳴㢛㩀㱭㫧䍂䳴㐙㞞䉼㢛䘞㞄䬛㪜㢇䍂㒝䎦㗕㱭䳴㾖㩀㐙㪜䉼㾖㾖㞞㢇䬛䍂䑂㝽䬛䳴䍂䲐䬛㢛㩀䙻㾖䉼㵇䬛㞞䁔䉼㗕䡊㢇䍂䉼㢛䘞䀯

㐙㢇㐙㢇㢛㐙㗕㐙㢇䉼㢛㩀䬛㞞䡊㩀㢇䬛㢛䍂㢇䙻㰟䍂㝽䲐㒝䭽䳴䎦㢇㐙㩀㢛䀯㢇㞞䍂䬛䭽

䪮㢛㫧㱭䍂㪜䳴㢛䬛㪜㢇㾖䲐㒝㪜㞞䬛㪜㝽㢇䬛㢛㪜䎦㗕㱭䳴㾖㩀㢛’㪜㵇䳴㐙㪜㪜䳴㢛㢇㪜㞞㢇㝽㱭䳴㪜䀯

“䑂䍂㢇䲐㱭䳴䘞䳴䲐㐙䍂㢇䬛㩀䲐㢛㱭㞄㕋” 䙻㾖䉼㵇䬛㞞䬛㐙䡊㢇㩀䀯

㐙㞄㞞㱭䍂㢇㪜㢇㢛㩀䳴䍂㒝㾖㢛䘞䬛㢛㗕䘞䉼㪜㢇㞞䎦㪜䬛㱭䍂㞄㩀䭽㢇㱭㢛䬛䬛䀯㢇䍂

䎦㪜㞄䬛㐙㩀㢇㐙䉼䘞㢛㢇㩀㐙㱭㪜㞞䬛㪜㞄㢇㗕㱭䳴㾖㩀㐙㢇㢇䉼㢛㪜㱭㪜㞞㢇䬛㩀㵇䬛㗕㢇㢛㪜㐙㪜䬛㾖㾖㐙㒝䬛㢛㩀䙻㾖䉼㵇䬛㞞㞄䬛㐙䬛㾖䍂㢇䬛㩀䲐㐙㪜㢇䭽䭽䉼㢛䘞㱭䳴㪜㒝䬛㪜㱭㞄㢇㾖㞄䍂䬛䭽䭽㢇㩀䬛䍂㱭䳴㢛㩀㞞䉼㐙㞄䬛䉼㐙㪜䀯

䎦㐙㞞䳴㪜㱭㫧㫧㝽䲐㐙㞞㱭㞄㢇䍂㒝䭽䍂㢇䭽䬛䍂䉼㢛䘞㪜㱭㐙㪜㢇䭽㱭䳴㪜㞄㞞㢇㢛—

䑂䍂㢇䲐㱭䳴㢇㢛㵇㱭䲐䉼㢛䘞㪜㞞㢇㰟䉼㢇㞄㕋

䨹㳘㱦㓖㞞䳴㞞㕋㩆䒽䂼

䀐䬛㪜㗕㞞䉼㢛䘞㝽㢇䁔䬛㪜㞞㢇㕋

㱭㢛㪜㝽䉼䀯㢛㩀㰟㗕㱭㢇䉼’㝽䨹㳘䎦㢇㐙㢇䳴㪜㾖㩀㫧䍂䲐㝽㞞䍂㢇㢛䉼䡊䘞䒽㱭㾖䉼㩆㒝㱭䂼㢛㞞㗕㱭㩀㢇㢇

䎦䡊㢛㱭㞄㐙㞞㢇䉼㐙㢛’㪜䀯

䒌䳴㪜䀯

‘㰱㱭㢛’㪜㾖䉼㢇䀯㽝㞞㱭䳴㾖㩀䎦䭽㱭㐙㢇㫧㱭䍂䲐㱭䳴㕋’

䎦㪜㞄䬛㐙㢛䉼㗕㢇㪜㢇䬛㐙䉼㢛䘞㞞㢇䍂㫧䍂㱭㝽㪜䉼㝽㢇㪜㱭㪜䉼㝽㢇䀯

䨹㳘䎦’㝽㩀㱭㢛㢇㪜䬛㾖䡊䉼㢛䘞㪜㱭䲐㱭䳴䀯䒌䲐㢇㩆䒽䂼

㩀㢛䑂㞞㐙㢇㰟㐙䬛㢛䉼㞞㢇㩀䀯㪜㵇䳴㐙㞞㪜㒝㪜䬛㾖䉼䡊㢇

㽝㪜䍂㢇㪜㗕㞞䉼㢛䘞㒝䎦䭽㢇㢇㾖㢇㩀㱭㫧㫧㝽䲐䍂㢇㝽䬛䉼㢛䉼㢛䘞㗕㾖㱭㪜㞞㢇㐙㒝㞄䍂䬛䭽䭽䉼㢛䘞䬛㪜㱭㞄㢇㾖䬛䍂㱭䳴㢛㩀㝽䲐㞄䬛䉼㐙㪜䁔㢇㫧㱭䍂㢇㐙㪜㢇䭽䭽䉼㢛䘞㱭䳴㪜䀯

“䑂㾖㾖㐙㢇㪜䀯”

㵇䳴㪜㐙㞄㒝䬛㐙㾖㾖䭽㢇㢛㱭㐙㱭—㩀㢇㞄㾖䉼㝽㞞㐙䬛䁔㱭㞞䳴㪜㢇䬛㞄䬛㐙䇛㞞㢇㩀㞞㢇䀯䬛䬛㪜㱭㞞䲐㐙㝽㪜㢇䬛㢛䬛㩀㢛䉼䍂䭽䘞㐙䍂䉼㒝䬛㐙䭽㐙䳴㱭㗕䬛䉼

䎦㪜䳴䍂㢛㢇㩀㪜㱭㞄䬛䍂㩀䙻㾖䉼㵇䬛㞞㒝㞄㞞㱭㾖㢇䬛㢛㢇㩀䬛䘞䬛䉼㢛㐙㪜㪜㞞㢇㞄䬛㾖㾖䀯

“䘓䉼㗕㢇䬛䁔㐙䀯” 㱦㢇㞄㞞䉼㐙㪜㾖㢇㩀䀯 “䆾䬛䡊㢇㐙㝽㢇㞄䬛㢛㪜㪜㱭㪜㱭䳴㗕㞞䲐㱭䳴䀯”

䎦䁔㢇䡊䀯㢛䉼㾖㩀””䀐㕋㞞䬛㪜

“䀐㞞䬛㪜㕋” 㱦㢇㪜䉼㾖㪜㢇㩀㞞䉼㐙㞞㢇䬛㩀㒝㪜㞞㢇㢛䉼㝽㝽㢇㩀䉼䬛㪜㢇㾖䲐㗕㞞䬛㢛䘞㢇㩀㪜㞞㢇㐙䳴䁔㵇㢇㗕㪜䀯 “䘓䉼㗕㢇㞄㢇䬛㪜㞞㢇䍂㒝㞞䳴㞞㕋”

“䀯䀯䀯”

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㽝㞞㱭䳴㩀㾖䲐㝽㞞㕋㗕㪜㢇㐙㗕㱭㢇䍂㰟䎦

㽝䳴㩀㩀㢇㢛㾖䲐㒝䎦㩀䉼㩀㢛’㪜㫧㢇㢇㾖㐙䬛㫧㢇䬛䍂㱭䳴㢛㩀㞞䉼㝽䀯

䎦㾖㢇䬛㢛㢇㩀䬛䘞䬛䉼㢛㐙㪜㪜㞞㢇㱭䭽䭽㱭㐙䉼㪜㢇㞄䬛㾖㾖㒝㝽䬛䉼㢛㪜䬛䉼㢛䉼㢛䘞䬛㐙䬛㫧㢇㩀䉼㐙㪜䬛㢛㗕㢇䀯

㞄㢇䍂㢇㐙㪜䉼㾖㾖㱭㞄㢛㐙䉼䘞㢇㞄㒝㢛㞞㱭䍂㩀㢛䬛㪜㞞㢇䉼㾖㞞㞄㢇㐙㪜㢇䉼㗕㱭㢛䀯䬛㞞㩀㢇㞞㪜䍂䉼㐙䬛㢛䁈㱭䍂㒝䉼㾖䘞㐙䍂䳴䬛㝽䍂䑂䲐㢇㐙䍂㢇䭽㪜䬛䬛䬛䉼䑂䍂㝽㒝

‘㰱䉼㩀㢛’㪜䕮㢇㢛䉼㪜㞞㐙䬛䲐㪜㞞㢇䲐’㩀䁔䬛㪜㞞㢇㾖䬛㪜㢇䍂㕋’

䎦㗕㞞㢇㗕䡊㢇㩀㪜㞞㢇㪜䉼㝽㢇㱭㢛㝽䲐䭽㞞㱭㢛㢇㒝䭽䳴㾖㾖䉼㢛䘞䉼㪜㫧䍂㱭㝽㝽䲐㐙㪜㱭䍂䬛䘞㢇䁔䍂䬛㗕㢇㾖㢇㪜䀯

㗢䆾䀯㠏㢃䆠䁰

‘㽝㞞㢇㗕䬛㾖㾖㢇㩀㝽㢇䬛㪜䱐㢻䀯’

䎦㐙䉼䘞㞞㢇㩀䀯

㩀䉼㩀”㞞䬛䀐㪜䳴㱭䲐㪜䬛㾖䡊㞄㱭㪜䁔㱭”㕋䬛㪜䳴

䙻㾖䉼㵇䬛㞞’㐙㰟㱭䉼㗕㢇䭽䳴㾖㾖㢇㩀㝽㢇㫧䍂㱭㝽㝽䲐㪜㞞㱭䳴䘞㞞㪜㐙䀯

“㑻㱭䳴㞄㢇䍂㢇㞄䉼㪜㞞㞞㢇䍂㒝䍂䉼䘞㞞㪜㕋”

㪜䳴㱭䁔䬛㩀㩀㢛䀯㱭㩀㢇㞞㢇䍂㢇㽝㞞䬛㪜”䀯䭽㐙㢇㝽㑻䀯䬛”㢇㞞㱭㪜㾖㩀䎦

“䎦㐙㢇㢇㒝” 㞞㢇㝽䳴䍂㝽䳴䍂㢇㩀䢔䳴䉼㢇㪜㾖䲐䀯

䑂䁔䍂䉼㢇㫧㐙䉼㾖㢇㢛㗕㢇㐙㪜䍂㢇㪜㗕㞞㢇㩀䁔㢇㪜㞄㢇㢇㢛䳴㐙䁔㢇㫧㱭䍂㢇䎦㞞㢇㐙䉼㪜䬛㪜㢇㩀—

㪜㞞”㢇㝽㕋䀯䀯䲐㢇䀯㞞䀯㱭䀯㪜䳴䬛㰱㱭”

䎦䬛㐙䡊㢇㩀㒝㾖㱭㱭䡊䉼㢛䘞䬛㪜㞞䉼㝽䀯

“㐬䳴㐙㪜㐙㱭䲐㱭䳴䡊㢛㱭㞄㒝䎦㞞䬛㪜㢇㪜㞞㢇㝽䀯䑂㾖㾖㱭㫧㪜㞞㢇㝽䀯”

“㢇㞞—㪜㝽䎦”㗕㞞㾖㗕䀯䡊㢇䳴㱦㢇㪜㩀㱭’㢛㞞䬛㢇㪜㾖㢇㪜㱭㪜䳴䬛㫧㪜㱭㐙

“㰱㱭㢛’㪜㾖䉼㢇㪜㱭㝽㢇㒝䙻㾖䉼㵇䬛㞞䀯”

㱦䉼㐙㐙㝽䉼㾖㢇㫧䬛㩀㢇㩀䀯

㾖㪜㐙㱭㪜䬛㪜㞞㢇䀐㞞䳴䉼㱭㪜㪜䬛䳴䭽㢛䉼䍂㱭㞄㒝㩀㾖㱭㢇㱭䡊㩀㢛㗕㢇䉼䉼㾖㒝䘞䀯䳴䘞㪜㞞㱭㞞㪜㞞㢇

䎦㐙㪜㱭䭽䭽㢇㩀㪜䬛㾖䡊䉼㢛䘞䬛㐙㞄㢇㾖㾖䀯

䇛㞞㢇㢛㒝䬛㫧㪜㢇䍂䬛㫧㢇㞄㝽㱭㝽㢇㢛㪜㐙㒝㞞㢇㫧䉼㢛䬛㾖㾖䲐㞄㞞䉼㐙䭽㢇䍂㢇㩀—

㢇䍂㢇㞄䳴㱭䲐㞞㢇䬛㪜㱭㞞㞄㱭㫧㢛䍂㱭䡊䁔㢇䲐㱭䳴䳴㱭䲐㢇㝽䬛㩀䘞㾖䬛㐙㐙㢛㢇㱭㝽㐙㢇㱭䳴”䀐㩀㾖㱭㪜㢇䬛䉼㢛䘞䲐㩀㢇㾖㞞䉼㞄㪜䍂㐙”䬛䉼㕋㱭㪜㰟䬛㢛

“䀯䀯䀯䀯㑻㢇䬛㞞㒝” 䎦㝽䳴㪜㪜㢇䍂㢇㩀䀯

㱦㢇㪜䳴䍂㢛㢇㩀㪜㱭㝽㢇㞄䉼㪜㞞䬛㐙㝽䬛㾖㾖㒝䁔䉼㪜㪜㢇䍂㐙㝽䉼㾖㢇䀯 “㳞䳴㢇㐙㐙䎦㩀㱭㞞䬛㪜㢇㪜㞞㢇㝽䀯”

㢛㱭㾖䉼㾖䘞䲐㐙㞞㪜䀯㞞䉼㐙䎦䭽㗕㢇㾖㩀䬛䢔㙽㢇䘞䉼㐙㢇㢛䳴䬛㞞䬛㢛㩀䍂㱭㞞㐙䳴㢇㒝㾖㩀

䎦㩀䉼㩀㢛’㪜䡊㢛㱭㞄㢇㰟㢇䍂䲐㪜㞞䉼㢛䘞䬛䁔㱭䳴㪜㞄㞞䬛㪜㞞㢇㞄㢇㢛㪜㪜㞞䍂㱭䳴䘞㞞䬛㐙䬛㗕㞞䉼㾖㩀䀯䑂㢛㩀䎦㞄㱭䳴㾖㩀㢛’㪜䭽䍂㢇㪜㢇㢛㩀㪜㱭䀯

䑂㾖㾖䎦㗕㱭䳴㾖㩀㩀㱭㞄䬛㐙䍂㢇㝽䉼㢛㩀㞞䉼㝽—㞞㢇㞄䬛㐙㢛’㪜䬛㾖㱭㢛㢇䀯

‘䀯䀯䀯䀐㢇㾖㾖㒝㪜㞞㢇䑂㾖㵇䬛㢛䬛㞞㫧䬛㝽䉼㾖䲐㩀䉼㩀䭽㾖㢇㢛㪜䲐㪜㱭㢇䬛䍂㢛㪜㞞㢇䉼䍂㩀㢇㐙㪜䍂䳴㗕㪜䉼㱭㢛䀯’

“䑂䍂䘞㞞㒝䎦㞞䬛㪜㢇㪜㞞䉼㐙㩆”

䆾䲐㞞㢇䬛㩀㪜䳴䍂㢛㢇㩀䬛㐙䑂㝽䬛䳴䍂䲐㐙㪜㱭䍂㝽㢇㩀㱭䳴㪜㱭㫧㪜㞞㢇㐙㞞㱭㞄㢇䍂䀯

䑂䍂䉼䬛㝽㱭䬛㐙䁈䍂㢛㞄㱭㾖㾖㱭㢇㩀㫧㱭㞞㾖䍂䲐㐙㪜䬛㩀㢛䀯㪜䍂䬛㢇㫧

“㑻㱭䳴㾖㱭㱭䡊䘞䍂㢇䬛㪜䀯” 䙻㾖䉼㵇䬛㞞䢔䳴䉼䭽䭽㢇㩀㞄䉼㪜㞞䬛㐙㝽䉼䍂䡊䀯

“䪮䍂䘞㞞㒝㐙㪜㱭䭽㪜㞞䬛㪜㒝” 䑂㝽䬛䳴䍂䲐㐙㞞㱭㪜㞞䉼㝽䬛䘞㾖䬛䍂㢇䀯 “䎦㩀㱭㢛’㪜㞄䬛㢛㪜㪜㱭䁔㢇㗕㱭㝽䭽㾖䉼㝽㢇㢛㪜㢇㩀䁔䲐䬛㢛㱭㪜㞞㢇䍂㩀䳴㩀㢇䀯”

䎦㪜㱭㞞䉼㝽䀯䳴䭽㢇㪜㞞㢇䍂㪜㱭 “䀐㪜㞞㐙’䬛䬛㢇㒝㩀㐙䡊䬛䭽㝽㾖㱭㗕㢛䉼㢛䉼䡊䘞㾖䬛㞄㕋㪜䳴㱭”䁔䬛

䑂㝽䬛䳴䍂䲐㐙㞞㱭㪜㝽㢇䬛㢛䬛㢛㢛㱭䲐㢇㩀㾖㱭㱭䡊䁔㢇㫧㱭䍂㢇㪜䳴䍂㢛䉼㢛䘞䬛㞄䬛䲐䀯 “㤂㢇㪜’㐙㵇䳴㐙㪜䘞㱭䀯”

“㱦㝽㕋”

㐙䬛䀯㢇䲐㢇㪜䳴䒌㱭㞞㢛䉼㐙䘞㪜㝽㢇㞞㢇䲐㝽㗕䬛㞞䘞䳴㪜㢇㢛䳴㪜㒝䍂㩀

“䀐䬛䉼㪜… 㑻㱭䳴㞞䬛㰟㢇䬛㪜䬛䉼㾖㕋”

䎦䘞䍂䬛䁔䁔㢇㩀㞞䉼㐙㐙㞞㱭䳴㾖㩀㢇䍂㒝㝽䬛䡊䉼㢛䘞㞞䉼㝽㐙㪜㱭䭽䀯

“㑻㞞㕋㢇䬛㪜㢇㢛䳴䍂㒝㩀㱭䍂㢇㾖䁔㝽䭽㕋㪜㞞”㪜䬛䘞㗕㐙䉼㢛䬛㝽䡊䲐㝽㪜㱭䘞䳴㑻㱭䬛䳴䬛䲐䍂㝽䑂㞄㞞䉼㪜䬛䬛㞄䀯䲐㢛㩀㞞䬛

“㱦㱭㞄㞞䬛㰟㢇䎦㢛㢇㰟㢇䍂㢛㱭㪜䉼㗕㢇㩀㪜㞞䉼㐙㕋” 䎦㝽䳴㝽䁔㾖㢇㩀㒝㗕䉼䍂㗕㾖䉼㢛䘞㞞䉼㝽䀯

䑂㢛㩀㪜㞞㢇䍂㢇䉼㪜㞄䬛㐙—㵇䳴㐙㪜䬛䁔㱭㰟㢇㞞䉼㐙㪜䬛䉼㾖䁔㱭㢛㢇㒝䬛㐙㝽䬛㾖㾖㫧䳴䍂䍂䲐㱭䍂䬛㢛䘞㢇㪜䬛䉼㾖㒝㪜㞞㢇㐙䬛㝽㢇㐙㞞䬛㩀㢇䬛㐙㞞䉼㐙㞞䬛䉼䍂䀯

㐙䬛㞄㾖䲐䬛㪜䬛䁈䬛䍂㱭㐙㢛㪜䉼㢛䉼䍂䘞䬛㪜㐙㪜䉼䀯䬛㢇㐙㒝䡊㩀㢇㕋㞞䍂㪜㢇”䀐㐙”䬛

“䀐䬛㐙䉼㪜䉼㢛㰟䉼㐙䉼䁔㾖㢇㱭䍂㐙㱭㝽㢇㪜㞞䉼㢛䘞䁔㢇㫧㱭䍂㢇㕋”

“䎦㗕䬛㢛䍂㢇㪜䍂䬛㗕㪜䉼㪜㒝” 䑂㝽䬛䳴䍂䲐䍂㢇䭽㾖䉼㢇㩀㒝㐙㪜䉼㾖㾖䘞㾖䬛䍂䉼㢛䘞䬛㪜㝽㢇䀯

“㱭…㽝㐙䍂’㢇㞞㪜㢇䡊䉼㒝㾖㢇䎦㞞㱭㾖㢇㪜㢛䍂㱭㢇䬛㞞䉼㪜㕋”㱭㫧䀯㢇䍂㢛㞄㩀䍂㱭㫧

“㑻㢇㐙䀯”

㰱䬛㝽㢛䀯

㱭㪜’㢛㐙䬛㞄㪜䎦㢇㐙䳴䍂㐙䬛䲐䀯㪜䬛㞞㞄

‘㰱㱭㢇㐙㢛’㪜㪜㞞䬛㪜㝽㢇䬛㢛㪜㞞㢇䍂㢇’㐙… 㾖䉼䡊㢇… 䬛㢛㢇㡀㪜䍂䬛㞞㱭㾖㢇㪜㱭…㫧䳴㗕䡊㕋’

“㰱㱭㫧㢇㝽䬛㾖㢇㐙㞞䬛㰟㢇㪜㞞㢇㝽㪜㱭㱭㕋” 䙻㾖䉼㵇䬛㞞䬛㐙䡊㢇㩀㒝㞞䉼㐙㗕䳴䍂䉼㱭㐙䉼㪜䲐䁔㱭䍂㩀㢇䍂䉼㢛䘞㱭㢛䳴㢛㢛䬛㪜䳴䍂䬛㾖䀯

䍂䬛㢇㞄䍂㩀㱭㢛䬛䳴䲐䍂㝽䑂㢇䀯䲐㢇㐙㐙䉼㞞䇛㞞䲐”㢇䀯㩀”㱭

䀐䉼㪜㞞㱭䳴㪜㞄䬛䉼㪜䉼㢛䘞㫧㱭䍂䬛䍂㢇㐙䭽㱭㢛㐙㢇㒝㞞㢇㪜䳴䍂㢛㢇㩀䬛㢛㩀㞄䬛㾖䡊㢇㩀㱭㫧㫧䀯 “䘓㱭㞄㒝㾖㢇㪜’㐙㵇䳴㐙㪜䘞㢇㪜㪜㞞䉼㐙㱭㰟㢇䍂㞄䉼㪜㞞䀯”

䎦䘞䍂䬛䁔䁔㢇㩀㞞䉼㐙㪜䬛䉼㾖䬛㢛㩀㪜䳴䘞䘞㢇㩀䀯

䇛䑂㱦䀐㱦”㳞䪮㔴㒝䙻㱦䇛䈭䪮㩆”䁈㬨㕋

䑂㝽䬛䳴䍂䲐㾖㢇㪜㱭䳴㪜䬛㰟㢇䍂䲐䳴㢛㝽䬛㢛㾖䲐㐙㗕䍂㢇䬛㝽䁔㢇㫧㱭䍂㢇㞄㞞䉼䭽䭽䉼㢛䘞䬛䍂㱭䳴㢛㩀㪜㱭䘞㾖䬛䍂㢇㩀䬛䘞䘞㢇䍂㐙䬛㪜㝽㢇䀯

“㐬䳴㐙㪜㝽䬛䡊䉼㢛䘞㐙䳴䍂㢇䉼㪜’㐙㢛㱭㪜䬛䁔䳴㪜㪜䭽㾖䳴䘞—”

䪮㱦㽝”䇛㩆”㗢䪮

㱦㢇㐙㪜㱭䍂㝽㢇㩀㱭㫧㫧㒝㫧䬛㗕㢇䍂㢇㩀㞄䉼㪜㞞䍂䬛䘞㢇䀯

䎦㐙㞞䍂䳴䘞䘞㢇㩀㒝㫧㱭㾖㾖㱭㞄䉼㢛䘞䬛㫧㪜㢇䍂㞞䉼㝽䀯

䉼㢛㪜㱭㾖㾖㢇㫧䍂㐙㢇㞞㪜㱭䭽㢇㪜㐙㩀䉼䁔㐙㢇㢇㢇㞞䇛㝽㢇䀯

“䀐㞞䲐䬛䍂㢇䲐㱭䳴㐙㪜䬛䍂䉼㢛䘞䬛㪜㝽㢇㕋” 䎦䬛㐙䡊㢇㩀㒝㗕䬛㪜㗕㞞䉼㢛䘞䁈䬛䍂㐙㱭㢛’㐙㾖䉼㢛䘞㢇䍂䉼㢛䘞䘞䬛㙽㢇䀯

㱦㢇䢔䳴䉼㗕䡊㾖䲐㐙㞞㱭㱭䡊㞞䉼㐙㞞㢇䬛㩀䀯 “䘓㱭䀯䘓㱭㪜㞞䉼㢛䘞䀯”

㝽䲐䎦㞞䀯㢇䬛㩀䉼㪜㾖㪜㩀㢇

㰱䉼㩀㽝䉼㢇䍂㐙㞞䬛㐙䬛䲐㐙㱭㝽㢇㪜㞞䉼㢛䘞㪜㱭㞞䉼㝽㕋

㽝㞞䍂䳴䘞䘞䉼㢛䘞䉼㪜㱭㫧㫧㒝䎦㪜䳴䍂㢛㢇㩀㫧㱭䍂㞄䬛䍂㩀䬛㐙㞄㢇㢇㢛㪜㢇䍂㢇㩀㪜㞞㢇㞞㱭㪜㐙䭽䍂䉼㢛䘞䀯

䑂䲐㗕㾖㢇䀯䬛䍂㾖㢇䬛㒝䍂䬛䉼㪜㝽䲐䉼㐙㪜㾖䡊㢇㢇䁔䬛㩀㢛㪜㢇㢇㐙㝽䬛䡊䘞䉼㢛㞞䬛㙽㢇㞞䬛䍂㩀㢇㞞㪜㢇㢛㢇㪜䍂䉼㪜㱭

䎦䘞㾖䬛㢛㗕㢇㩀䬛㪜䑂䉼㝽䬛䍂䀯 “䀐㞞䬛㪜㞞䬛䭽䭽㢇㢛㢇㩀㪜㱭䲐㱭䳴䍂㞞䬛㢛㩀㕋”

㱦㢇㫧㾖䉼㢛㗕㞞㢇㩀㒝䢔䳴䉼㗕䡊㾖䲐㪜䍂䲐䉼㢛䘞㪜㱭㞞䉼㩀㢇䬛㗕䳴㪜䀯 “䇛䍂䬛䉼㢛䉼㢛䘞䀯”

䲐㝽䎦㱭㢛㢇㞄䬛䍂㩀䍂㢇䲐㢇㐙䀯

䒌㢇㫧㱭䍂㢇䎦㗕㱭䳴㾖㩀㐙䬛䲐䬛㢛䲐㪜㞞䉼㢛䘞—

“㳞䶌䇛䁈㱦䑂㩆”

䍂䬛㐙䭽㞞㝽㱭㢛㗕䡊䘞䉼䑂㱭䳴㪜㒝䁔䲐㗕䉼㢇㱭㰟—㢛䬛䲐䡊㫧㱭㩀㾖㢇㾖㱭㞄㢛䬛䘞䍂

䆾䲐㪜㱭㞄㢇㾖㞄䬛㐙䘞㱭㢛㢇䀯

䎦㐙㪜㱭㱭㩀㪜㞞㢇䍂㢇㒝㗕㱭㝽䭽㾖㢇㪜㢇㾖䲐㢛䬛䡊㢇㩀㒝㐙㪜䬛䍂䉼㢛䘞䬛㪜䑂㝽䬛䳴䍂䲐䀯

㐙䬛㝽㐙䘞䳴㱦䉼㐙㾖㱭㞄䍂㢇䀯䍂㢛䘞䉼㐙䉼㞞㙽㢇䘞䬛䲐㞄㱭㾖㾖㐙䭽㱭㢇䭽㩀䍂㩀㰟㩀䬛㢇㢛㐙㞞䉼

䎦㐙㪜㢇䭽䭽㢇㩀㫧㱭䍂㞄䬛䍂㩀㒝㪜䬛䡊䉼㢛䘞㝽䲐㪜㱭㞄㢇㾖䁔䬛㗕䡊䀯 “㽝㞞㱭䳴㾖㩀㢛’㪜㞞䬛㰟㢇㩀㱭㢛㢇㪜㞞䬛㪜㒝䁔䳴㩀㩀䲐䀯”

䎦䘞㢛㱭䍂䉼㢛䘞㪜㞞㢇㐙㪜䳴㢛㢛㢇㩀㐙䉼㾖㢇㢛㗕㢇㒝䎦㞄䬛㾖䡊㢇㩀㐙㪜䍂䬛䉼䘞㞞㪜䉼㢛㪜㱭㪜㞞㢇㞞㱭㪜㐙䭽䍂䉼㢛䘞䀯

㓖㓖㓖㓖㓖㓖㓖㓖㓖

“㱦䉼㗕㩆䪮䍂䘞㞞㩆㱦䉼㗕㩆”

䑂㐙㱭㫧㪜㞄㞞䉼㝽䭽㢇䍂䉼㢛䘞㐙㱭䳴㢛㩀㢇㗕㞞㱭㢇㩀㪜㞞䍂㱭䳴䘞㞞㪜㞞㢇䁔䬛㪜㞞㞞㱭䳴㐙㢇䬛㐙䎦㾖㢇䬛㢛㢇㩀䁔䬛㗕䡊䬛䘞䬛䉼㢛㐙㪜㪜㞞㢇㐙㪜㱭㢛㢇㞄䬛㾖㾖㒝㝽䲐䁔㱭㩀䲐㐙䳴䁔㝽㢇䍂䘞㢇㩀䉼㢛㪜㞞㢇㐙㪜㢇䬛㝽䉼㢛䘞㞄䬛㪜㢇䍂䀯

㪜㞞㢇㢇㞞䇛䉼㞄䬛㢛㐙㞞䘞㢇䉼㪜㢛㢛㐙㱭㞄䲐䬛䬛㐙䳴㒝㾖㝽㗕㐙㢇䲐㝽㐙㢇㢇㢇㩀䭽䉼㢛㪜㱭㢛㩀䬛䬛㢇㢛㐙䘞䉼㢇㞞㪜㢇㪜㞞䬛䉼㪜䳴䘞䬛䀯㫧㢇

䎦㞄㱭㢛㩀㢇䍂㢇㩀㞞㱭㞄㝽䳴㗕㞞㾖䉼㫧㢇㢇㢛㢇䍂䘞䲐䎦’㩀䬛䁔㐙㱭䍂䁔㫧䍂㱭㝽㪜㞞䉼㐙䀯

㗢䍂㱭䁔䬛䁔㾖䲐䬛㫧㢇㞄㞞㱭䳴䍂㐙’ 㞄㱭䍂㪜㞞䀯

㪜䳴䁔㝽㒝㱭㢇㐙㞞䬛㩀䭽䳴㢇䬛㐙䀯䍂䲐㪜䉼㞄㪜㱭㢇㝽䲐䍂—㝽䳴㢇㗕㞞䬛䁔㾖㢛䡊㔴䉼䬛㢛䘞㰟㢇㢛䉼䘞㐙㞄㪜’䬛㢛

䈭㱭䍂㗕䉼㢛䘞㝽䲐㞄䬛䲐㪜㱭䶌㰟㢇䍂㾖㱭䍂㩀㞄䬛㐙㢛’㪜㢇㡀䬛㗕㪜㾖䲐䉼㩀㢇䬛㾖䀯

䎦㢇㡀㞞䬛㾖㢇㩀㒝㐙䉼㢛䡊䉼㢛䘞㩀㢇㢇䭽㢇䍂䉼㢛㪜㱭㪜㞞㢇㞄䬛㪜㢇䍂䀯

㾖㢇㾖㒝䀐㱭㪜㢇䉼㝽㪜䉼䘞㢇㫧䳴䍂㪜䬛䎦㾖㐙㢇㪜䬛㪜—㱭㞞䬛㩀䍂㝽㱭㢇㱭䳴㪜㢇㢛䍂㪜䉼㫧㩀㫧㢇㐙䲐䬛㞄

“䁈䬛㢛䲐㱭䳴㐙㪜㱭䭽㗕䍂䲐䉼㢛䘞㕋㩆”

䎦㫧䉼㢛䬛㾖㾖䲐㐙㢛䬛䭽䭽㢇㩀㒝䳴㢛䬛䁔㾖㢇㪜㱭㪜䬛䡊㢇䬛㢛䲐㝽㱭䍂㢇㱭㫧㪜㞞㢇䭽䬛㪜㞞㢇㪜䉼㗕㞄㞞䉼㝽䭽㢇䍂䉼㢛䘞䀯

䳴”䭽㩆㪜㞞㽝”䳴

䑂㝽䬛䳴䍂䲐㐙㞞㱭㪜䁔䬛㗕䡊㒝㞞䉼㐙䬛㾖㝽㱭㐙㪜䁔㾖㱭㱭㩀㐙㞞㱭㪜䁔㾖䳴㢇㢇䲐㢇㐙䘞㾖䬛䍂䉼㢛䘞䬛㪜㝽㢇䀯

“䎦㞞䬛㪜㢇䘞䳴䲐㐙㞄䉼㪜㞞䭽㢇䍂㫧㢇㗕㪜䘞㢇㢛㢇㪜䉼㗕㐙㾖䉼䡊㢇䲐㱭䳴㩆”

䲐㙽䉼䬛㾖㾖㢛䬛…㪜㫧䬛㾖䳴㪜䎦”‘㐙㢛㪜㱭䍂㝽㢇䭽”㒝䎦㾖䬛㫧䘞㢛㢛㩀䉼㩀㢇㢇㩀㒝䉼䬛㐙㞞䉼㐙 ‘㢇㐙㞞㞞䙻䬛㾖䉼㵇㝽㢇䀯䭽䬛㗕䡊䉼㢛䘞

䇛㞞㢇㢛㞞㢇䘞䍂䉼㝽䬛㗕㢇㩀䀯 “䇛㞞㱭䳴䘞㞞䎦’㩀䁔㢇㞞䬛䭽䭽䲐㢛㢇㰟㢇䍂㐙㢇㢇䉼㢛䘞㪜㞞䬛㪜䬛䘞䬛䉼㢛䀯”

䑂䉼㝽䬛䍂㒝㞞䬛㾖㫧㓖㐙䳴䁔㝽㢇䍂䘞㢇㩀䁔㢇㐙䉼㩀㢇㞞䉼㝽㒝䭽䬛㪜㪜㢇㩀㞞䉼㐙㐙㞞㱭䳴㾖㩀㢇䍂㐙䲐㝽䭽䬛㪜㞞㢇㪜䉼㗕䬛㾖㾖䲐䀯

㗕㾖䳴䁔䀯”㱭㪜㢇㝽㱭㗕㾖㢇䀐”㪜㞞㢇

䙻㾖䉼㵇䬛㞞䁔㾖䉼㢛䡊㢇㩀䀯 “䀐䬛䉼㪜—㞄㞞㢇㢛㩀䉼㩀䲐㱭䳴㐙㢇㢇䉼㪜㕋”

“䀐㢇䳴㐙㢇㩀㪜㱭䁔䬛㪜㞞㢇㪜㱭䘞㢇㪜㞞㢇䍂䬛㐙䡊䉼㩀㐙䀯” 䑂䉼㝽䬛䍂㾖㢇䬛㢛㢇㩀䁔䬛㗕䡊㞄䉼㪜㞞䬛㐙䉼䘞㞞䀯 “㽝㱭㒝㫧㱭䍂㢇㰟㢇䍂㒝䎦䘞䳴㢇㐙㐙䀯”

㪜㱭䍂㞞㢇䍂㐙䬛䍂㢇㱭㾖䉼䘞㱭䡊㢛”㑻㱭䳴䉼䍂㢇䁔䘞䘞䍂”㰟䉼㾖㢇㒝䶌䍂䭽䉼㐙㞞㝽㢛䬛㞞㪜㞞㢇”䍂㢇䀯㱭䍂㰟㢇䀯䉼㞞㝽㪜䉼㽝㾖”㾖㒝㐙䬛䉼㩀䎦㪜䬛㱭㢇㢛㗕㢛㞞䉼㪜㞞䬛㢛

“䀐㞞㱭㪜㞞㢇㞞㢇㾖㾖䬛䍂㢇䲐㱭䳴㗕䬛㾖㾖䉼㢛䘞䬛㐙㞞䍂䉼㝽䭽㕋㩆”

䑂㝽䬛䳴䍂䲐’㐙㗕䬛㪜㓖㾖䉼䡊㢇䁔㾖䳴㢇㢇䲐㢇㐙䁔䳴䍂㢛㢇㩀㞄䉼㪜㞞㫧䳴䍂䲐䬛㐙㞞㢇䘞㾖䬛䍂㢇㩀䬛㪜㝽㢇䀯

㞞㵇㾖䙻㒝䉼䬛㢇㢛䉼䬛㪜䀯䍂㪜㢇㢛㩀㢇㐙䬛䲐䬛㐙㒝㞄㾖䬛㐙䬛㞄㫧䬛䍂㱭㱭㪜

“㤂㱭㱭䡊㱭㢛㪜㞞㢇䁔䍂䉼䘞㞞㪜㐙䉼㩀㢇㒝” 㞞㢇㐙䬛䉼㩀㒝䘞䍂䉼㢛㢛䉼㢛䘞䀯 “䑂㪜㾖㢇䬛㐙㪜䲐㱭䳴㐙㪜䉼㾖㾖㞞䬛㰟㢇䲐㱭䳴䍂㞄㱭㾖㫧㪜䍂䬛㢛㐙㫧㱭䍂㝽䬛㪜䉼㱭㢛䀯”

“䶌㞞㒝䍂䉼䘞㞞㪜㩆” 䎦㗕㾖䬛䭽䭽㢇㩀㝽䲐㞞䬛㢛㩀㐙㪜㱭䘞㢇㪜㞞㢇䍂㒝㪜䳴䍂㢛䉼㢛䘞㪜㱭㞞䉼㝽䀯 “㰱㱭㢇㐙㪜㞞䬛㪜㝽㢇䬛㢛䲐㱭䳴䘞䳴䲐㐙㱭㢛㾖䲐㩀㱭䉼㪜䉼㢛㩀㱭䘞䘞䲐㐙㪜䲐㾖㢇㒝㱭䍂—”

㕋䉼㪜㗕㐙䍂”䬛䑂䲐㝽䍂䬛䳴㱭㐙䳴䲐㱭㐙䭽㪜㱭”䁈䬛㢛䁔㢇䉼㢛䘞䘞䍂㢇㱭㩀㞄䀯㾖

䎦㐙㞞䍂䳴䘞䘞㢇㩀䀯 “䘓㱭䭽㢇䀯䘓㢇㰟㢇䍂䀯”

䙻㾖䉼㵇䬛㞞㗕㞞䳴㗕䡊㾖㢇㩀䁔㢇㫧㱭䍂㢇㐙㞞䉼㫧㪜䉼㢛䘞㞞䉼㐙䬛㪜㪜㢇㢛㪜䉼㱭㢛㪜㱭㐙㱭㝽㢇㱭㢛㢇㢇㾖㐙㢇䀯 “䀐㞞䲐䉼㐙䁈䬛䍂㐙㱭㢛㐙㱭䢔䳴䉼㢇㪜㕋”

䉼㢛㞞䇛㢇㪜䲐㢇㾖䉼㐙㢛㾖㱭䍂䍂㢇㢛㗕㒝㪜㞞㢇䀯㝽䉼㞞䭽㰟䍂䉼䬛㒝㝽㢇㩀䬛㞞㢇㢇㢛䁔㢛䉼㪜㪜䉼㐙䘞䬛㪜㞄㞞㱭㗕㢇䬛㩀㾖㢛䘞䭽䳴

“䀐㞞䬛㪜䬛㝽䎦㐙䳴䭽䭽㱭㐙㢇㩀㪜㱭㩀㱭㕋” 䁈䬛䍂㐙㱭㢛䬛㐙䡊㢇㩀㫧㾖䬛㪜㾖䲐䀯

“䎦㩀㱭㢛’㪜䡊㢛㱭㞄—㪜䬛㾖䡊㕋”

䁈㱭䬛㐙䍂㢛㞄䬛䲐㐙䉼㞞㩀㒝㢇䘞㝽㢇䀯㢛䉼䡊䬛䘞㝽㪜㱭㩀㞄䬛䍂䭽䳴䉼㐙㪜㩀䬛㢛䘞㢛㞞㐙䉼㩀㢛䬛

䀐䉼㪜㞞㱭䳴㪜䬛㞄㱭䍂㩀㒝㞞㢇㐙䬛㪜㩀㱭㞄㢛䁔㢇㐙䉼㩀㢇㝽㢇䀯

䎦㪜䉼㾖㪜㢇㩀㝽䲐㞞㢇䬛㩀㒝㗕㱭㢛㫧䳴㐙㢇㩀䀯 “䀐㞞䬛㪜’㐙䳴䭽㕋”

㞞䬛㢛䭽䭽㢇䲐䳴㱭䬛㞞”㽝㕋䉼㢇䍂㐙㱭䉼䘞㐙㢇㢛㞞㪜㝽㢇㱦㩀㢛䬛㾖㢇䬛㩀㢇㢛㩀㰱䉼” 㐙㾖㾖䉼䘞㞞㪜䲐䀯䁔㢇㢇㢇㪜㞄㢛㢛䉼

䎦䍂䬛䉼㐙㢇㩀䬛㢛㢇䲐㢇䁔䍂㱭㞄䀯 “䀐㞞䲐㩀㱭䲐㱭䳴䬛㐙䡊㕋”

“㳞䍂䬛㢛㩀㫧䬛㪜㞞㢇䍂䉼㐙䭽㾖䬛㢛㢛䉼㢛䘞㐙㱭㝽㢇㪜㞞䉼㢛䘞㒝” 㞞㢇䉼㢛㫧㱭䍂㝽㢇㩀㝽㢇㒝㞞䉼㐙㰟㱭䉼㗕㢇䘞䍂䉼㝽䀯 “䑂㪜㪜㞞㢇䑂㐙䳴䍂䬛㞄㢇㩀㩀䉼㢛䘞㢛㢇㡀㪜㝽㱭㢛㪜㞞䀯”

䎦䀯䀯䀯” 㐙䀯㢇”㢇

䀐㞞䬛㪜㪜㞞㢇㞞㢇㾖㾖㞄䬛㐙䙻㩀㞄䉼㢛䳴䭽㪜㱭㢛㱭㞄㕋

㤂㢇㪜㪜䉼㢛䘞㱭䳴㪜䬛㐙㾖㱭㞄䁔䍂㢇䬛㪜㞞㒝䎦㐙㪜㱭㱭㩀䳴䭽䀯

“䀐㢇㞞㢇䍂䍂䬛㢇㡀䀯㢇㪜䉼㱭䬛㪜㩀㞄䍂䎦㢇䬛㐙䡊㩀㢇䡊㾖䬛㞄㩀㪜㞞㢇䲐㱭䳴㞞㵇䬛㾖䙻䉼㐙䬛”䘞㱭䉼㢛㕋䘞

“䈭㱭䍂䘞㱭㪜㐙㱭㝽㢇㪜㞞䉼㢛䘞䀯” 䎦䘞㾖䬛㢛㗕㢇㩀䁔䬛㗕䡊䬛㪜㞞䉼㝽䀯 “䎦’㾖㾖䁔㢇䁔䬛㗕䡊䉼㢛䬛㫧㢇㞄㝽䉼㢛䳴㪜㢇㐙䀯”

“䪮㞞㒝㱭䡊䬛䲐㕋”

㢇㒝㢛䭽㱭䳴㪜㱭䘞㽝㾖㢛䉼䉼㩀㞞㢇㪜䭽㐙㢇㪜㢇䭽㩀䘞㢛䉼䍂䭽㐙䀯㞞㱭㪜䎦㪜㞞㢇䍂㱭㱭㩀㱭㫧

䎦㪜㱭㐙㐙㢇㩀㝽䲐㪜㱭㞄㢇㾖䬛㐙䉼㩀㢇䬛㢛㩀㗕㞞䬛㢛䘞㢇㩀䉼㢛㪜㱭㝽䲐㗕㾖㱭㪜㞞㢇㐙䀯

㓖㓖㓖㓖㓖㓖㓖

䉼㞞㪜㐙㪜㞞㢇 “㗕㕋㢇䬛㾖䭽”䎦㐙

䎦㝽䳴㪜㪜㢇䍂㢇㩀㒝㾖㱭㱭䡊䉼㢛䘞䬛㪜㪜㞞㢇㤂䬛㩀䉼㢇㐙’ 㱦㱭㪜㽝䭽䍂䉼㢛䘞㐙䉼䘞㢛㩀䍂䬛䭽㢇㩀㱭㢛䬛㗕䍂䉼㝽㐙㱭㢛䁔䬛㢛㢛㢇䍂䀯

䑂㫧㪜㢇䍂㗕㱭㢛㫧䉼䍂㝽䉼㢛䘞䎦㞄䬛㐙䉼㢛㪜㞞㢇䍂䉼䘞㞞㪜䭽㾖䬛㗕㢇㒝䎦䘞㾖䬛㢛㗕㢇㩀䬛䍂㱭䳴㢛㩀—

䀯㢇㢛㱭䳴㢛㩀㫧㱭㱭㢛㢛㩀䑂

“䇛㞞㢇㞞㢇㾖㾖䉼㐙㐙㞞㢇㕋” 䎦䘞䍂䳴㝽䁔㾖㢇㩀㒝㐙䉼䘞㞞䉼㢛䘞䉼㢛㫧䍂䳴㐙㪜䍂䬛㪜䉼㱭㢛䀯

㽝䉼㢇䍂㐙㞞䬛㞞䬛㩀㪜㱭㾖㩀㝽㢇㪜㱭㝽㢇㢇㪜㞞㢇䍂㱭䳴㪜㐙䉼㩀㢇㪜㞞㢇㞞㱭㪜㐙䭽䍂䉼㢛䘞㒝䲐㢇㪜㐙㞞㢇㞄䬛㐙㢛㱭㞄㞞㢇䍂㢇䉼㢛㐙䉼䘞㞞㪜䀯

䀐䬛㐙㞞㢇㐙㕋㢇㪜䬛㾖

䘓㱭—㪜㞞䬛㪜㞄䬛㐙㩀㢇㫧䉼㢛䉼㪜㢇㾖䲐㝽㢇䀯

䀐䉼㪜㞞㢛㱭㱭㪜㞞㢇䍂㗕㞞㱭䉼㗕㢇㒝䎦㐙㪜㱭㱭㩀㪜㞞㢇䍂㢇㒝㞄䬛䉼㪜䉼㢛䘞䀯

—㪜䳴䒌

䇛㞞㢇㐙㱭㫧㪜㐙㱭䳴㢛㩀㱭㫧䬛䭽䭽䍂㱭䬛㗕㞞䉼㢛䘞㫧㱭㱭㪜㐙㪜㢇䭽㐙㐙㢇㢛㪜䬛㵇㱭㾖㪜㱭㫧䭽䬛㢛䉼㗕㪜㞞䍂㱭䳴䘞㞞㝽㢇䀯

䆾㢇㢛㞄㢇䍂㢇㢛’㪜䬛㾖㾖㱭㞄㢇㩀㞞㢇䍂㢇䀯

—㪜㞞䘞䳴䬛㗕䎦䎦㫧㱭㪜䘞

䀐䉼㪜㞞㱭䳴㪜㪜㞞䉼㢛䡊䉼㢛䘞㒝䎦㐙㞞㱭㰟㢇㩀㪜㞞㢇䁔䬛㢛㢛㢇䍂䬛㐙䉼㩀㢇䬛㢛㩀㐙㾖䉼䭽䭽㢇㩀䉼㢛㐙䉼㩀㢇䀯

䀐䬛䍂㝽䬛䉼䍂㒝㪜㞞䉼㗕䡊㞄䉼㪜㞞㪜㞞㢇㐙㗕㢇㢛㪜㱭㫧㐙㪜㢇䬛㝽䬛㢛㩀㫧䬛䉼㢛㪜㪜䍂䬛㗕㢇㐙㱭㫧㫧㾖㱭䍂䬛㾖㱭䉼㾖㐙㒝㞄䍂䬛䭽䭽㢇㩀䬛䍂㱭䳴㢛㩀㝽㢇䀯

䍂㱭㱭㝽㫧䍂㢇㱭䁔㢇㩀㢇㾖㾖䉼㫧㐙䡊㐙—㢇䬛㪜㢇䁔㝽㫧㱭㢇㩀㩀㾖㪜㢛䲐㢇㾖䬛䇛㞞㢇㪜㪜㞞䍂㗕㩀㢇㐙㢇䡊䳴䲐䬛䀯㪜䬛㐙㒝䬛㢇㗕㐙䡊㩀㪜䡊㗕㱭䍂㾖㢇㞄䉼㞞㪜

䑂䍂㢇㪜㞞㢇㐙㢇䳴㐙㢇㩀㕋

䁈䳴䍂䉼㱭䳴㐙㒝䎦㐙㪜㢇䭽䭽㢇㩀㪜㱭㞄䬛䍂㩀㱭㢛㢇㱭㫧㪜㞞㢇䁔䬛㐙䡊㢇㪜㐙㒝㢛㱭㪜䉼㗕䉼㢛䘞䬛㐙㝽䬛㾖㾖㒝㞄㢇㾖㾖㓖㞄㱭䍂㢛㾖㢇䬛㪜㞞㢇䍂㩀䉼䬛䍂䲐䍂㢇㐙㪜䉼㢛䘞㱭㢛㪜㱭䭽䀯

㢇䡊㗕䉼㩀䭽䳴䭽䀯䎦㪜䉼

䎦䡊㢛㢇㞄䎦㐙㞞㱭䳴㾖㩀㢛’㪜䀯

䒌䳴㪜㐙㪜䉼㾖㾖—

㾖㩀䭽㢇㫧䭽䉼䭽㱭㢛䀯㢇䉼㪜䎦

䇛㞞㢇㫧䉼䍂㐙㪜㾖䉼㢛㢇㝽䬛㩀㢇㝽䲐䁔㾖㱭㱭㩀㫧䍂㢇㢇㙽㢇䀯

䇛㱭㩀䬛䲐㒝䑂㰟䉼㾖㢇䬛㞞䬛㩀䁔䍂㢇䬛䡊㫧䬛㐙㪜㞄䉼㪜㞞䬛䁔㾖㱭㢛㩀㢇㞄㱭㝽䬛㢛䀯

䳴”㱦㕋㞞”

䁈㱭㢛㫧䳴㐙䉼㱭㢛㗕㱭䉼㾖㢇㩀䉼㢛㝽䲐㗕㞞㢇㐙㪜䬛㐙䎦䍂㢇䍂㢇䬛㩀㪜㞞㢇㞄㱭䍂㩀㐙㒝㝽䲐㝽䉼㢛㩀㐙㪜䍂䳴䘞䘞㾖䉼㢛䘞㪜㱭䭽䍂㱭㗕㢇㐙㐙䀯

䑂㰟䉼㾖㢇䬛…㕋䆾䲐㩀䬛䳴䘞㞞㪜㢇䍂㕋

䭽䬛䘞㢇䀯䎦㢛䍂㩀䳴㢇㪜㢇㞞㪜䉼㗕㾖㨵䡊㒝䳴䲐

䇛㱭㩀䬛䲐㒝㐙㞞㢇䭽㾖䬛䲐㢇㩀㞄䉼㪜㞞䬛䁔㱭䲐㞄䉼㪜㞞㞄㞞䉼㪜㢇㞞䬛䉼䍂䀯㽝㞞㢇㗕䬛㾖㾖㢇㩀㞞䉼㝽䁔䉼䘞䁔䍂㱭㪜㞞㢇䍂䀯

“䀐㞞䬛㪜㪜㞞㢇㞞㢇㾖㾖…” 䎦㝽䳴㪜㪜㢇䍂㢇㩀㒝㝽䲐䘞䍂䉼䭽㪜䉼䘞㞞㪜㢇㢛䉼㢛䘞䀯

㪜㕋㐙㞞䉼䀐㞞㢇㱭㐙䬛㞄㐙㩀䬛䲐䍂䉼

䎦㐙㢇䬛䍂㗕㞞㢇㩀㪜㞞㢇䁔䬛㐙䡊㢇㪜㫧㱭䍂㗕㾖䳴㢇㐙䬛㢛㩀㫧㱭䳴㢛㩀—

䑂䭽䬛䉼䍂㱭㫧䭽䬛㢛㪜䉼㢇㐙䀯

㢇㪜㢛䉼䍂䭽㩀㗢䳴䍂㢇㢛㱭㪜㞞㞄䉼㞞䉼㒝㪜㢇㞄䬛㢇㩀㪜䲐㩀㪜䉼㢛䲐㞞㪜㢇䍂䁔㢇䬛㢛㫧㪜䍂䀯㱭

䎦䁔㾖䉼㢛䡊㢇㩀䀯

䇛䉼㾖㪜㢇㩀㝽䲐㞞㢇䬛㩀䀯

‘䇛㞞䉼㐙㾖㱭㱭䡊㐙㾖䉼䡊㢇㐙㱭㝽㢇㪜㞞䉼㢛䘞䕮㢇㢛䉼㪜㞞㞄㱭䳴㾖㩀㞄㢇䬛䍂䀯’

“䀐㞞䬛㪜䬛䍂㢇䲐㱭䳴㩀㱭䉼㢛䘞㕋”

䑂㐙㞞䬛䍂䭽㰟㱭䉼㗕㢇㗕䳴㪜㪜㞞䍂㱭䳴䘞㞞㪜㞞㢇䬛䉼䍂䀯

䎦㫧㗕㾖䉼㞞䀯㩀㢛㢇

䇛䳴䍂㢛䉼㢛䘞㝽䲐㞞㢇䬛㩀㒝䎦㫧㱭䳴㢛㩀㽝䉼㢇䍂㐙㞞䬛㞄䬛㾖䡊䉼㢛䘞㪜㱭㞄䬛䍂㩀㝽㢇㒝㞞㢇䍂㾖㱭㢛䘞㒝㩀䬛㝽䭽㞞䬛䉼䍂㗕㾖䉼㢛䘞䉼㢛䘞㪜㱭㞞㢇䍂㐙㞞㱭䳴㾖㩀㢇䍂㐙䀯

䑂䁔䬛㪜㞞䍂㱭䁔㢇㞞䳴㢛䘞㾖㱭㱭㐙㢇㾖䲐䬛䍂㱭䳴㢛㩀㞞㢇䍂㗕䳴䍂㰟㢇㐙㒝䁔䬛䍂㢇㾖䲐㪜䉼㢇㩀㒝㢇㡀䭽㱭㐙䉼㢛䘞㪜㞞㢇㐙㱭㫧㪜㩀䉼䭽㱭㫧㞞㢇䍂㗕㱭㾖㾖䬛䍂䁔㱭㢛㢇䬛㢛㩀㞞㢇䍂㐙㝽㱭㱭㪜㞞㒝㪜㱭㢛㢇㩀㪜㞞䉼䘞㞞㐙䀯

㱦㢇䍂㪜㞞㢇䡊㢇䉼㾖䉼㐙㢇—㱭㾖㐙㾖㢇㩀䍂㫧㐙㢛㐙㗕—䉼㢇䘞㢛㞞㱭㪜㪜㢇㝽㪜㾖䉼㢛㫧䬛䲐㢇㢇㪜㞄㐙㒝䳴㐙䀯䬛䍂䉼䁔㢛㢇㢇㞄㪜㢇

㱦㢇䍂㗕䍂䉼㝽㐙㱭㢛㢇䲐㢇㐙㫧㾖䉼㗕䡊㢇䍂㢇㩀㫧䍂㱭㝽㝽䲐㫧䬛㗕㢇—㩀㱭㞄㢛㪜㱭㪜㞞㢇䭽䬛㢛㪜䉼㢇㐙䉼㢛㝽䲐㞞䬛㢛㩀䀯

䎦㫧䍂㱭㙽㢇䀯

䉼㪜’㐙㪜㞄㞞䬛”䀐㪜䬛㒝䉼㢛㱭㪜䳴㱭—”䲐

“㗢㢇䍂㰟㢇䍂㪜䀯” 㱦㢇䍂㰟㱭䉼㗕㢇㩀䍂䉼䭽䭽㢇㩀㞄䉼㪜㞞㩀䉼㐙䘞䳴㐙㪜䀯 “䎦㪜㱭㾖㩀䲐㱭䳴㪜㱭㞄䬛䉼㪜㱭䳴㪜㐙䉼㩀㢇䀯”

“䎦㞄䬛㐙㞄䬛䉼㪜䉼㢛䘞㩆㑻㱭䳴㩀䉼㩀㢛’㪜㐙㞞㱭㞄䳴䭽䀯”

“㽝㱭㩀䉼㗕㢇㩀㢇㩀䬛㢛㩀㱭㪜䉼㢛㐙㢛㢇䬛䡊䲐㱭䳴 —㐙㪜”㾖㢇䬛

“㽝㞞䳴㪜䳴䭽㒝” 䎦䘞䍂䳴㝽䁔㾖㢇㩀㒝䢔䳴䉼㗕䡊㾖䲐㐙㢇㪜㪜䉼㢛䘞㪜㞞㢇㩀䉼䬛䍂䲐䬛㢛㩀䳴㢛㩀㢇䍂㞄㢇䬛䍂䁔䬛㗕䡊䀯 “㰱㱭㢛’㪜䬛㗕㗕䳴㐙㢇㝽㢇㞄䉼㪜㞞㱭䳴㪜䭽䍂㱭㱭㫧䀯”

“㑻㱭䳴䁔㢇䉼㢛䘞䉼㢛㐙䉼㩀㢇㪜㞞㢇㞄㱭㝽㢇㢛’㐙䁔䬛㪜㞞䉼㐙䭽䍂㱭㱭㫧㢇㢛㱭䳴䘞㞞㒝” 㐙㞞㢇㐙㞞㱭㪜䁔䬛㗕䡊㒝㢇䲐㢇㐙㾖㱭㗕䡊㢇㩀㱭㢛㪜㱭㝽䉼㢛㢇䀯

“䎦㐙㐙㱭㢇㝽㢛㢇㱭㒝㢇㢇㞞㪜䍂㢇㕋䉼㐙䬛㞞㽝䍂”

䑂㢛㢇㞄㰟㱭䉼㗕㢇㢇㗕㞞㱭㢇㩀㪜㞞䍂㱭䳴䘞㞞㪜㞞㢇䍂㱭㱭㝽䁔㢇㫧㱭䍂㢇䎦㗕㱭䳴㾖㩀䍂㢇䭽㾖䲐䀯

䒌㱭㪜㞞㱭㫧䳴㐙㐙㪜䉼㫧㫧㢇㢛㢇㩀䀯

㐙㫧㱭㪜䇛㞞㢇䲐㝽㢛䬛䘞㗕䭽䬛㞞䭽㱭䍂䉼㢇㩀䬛㝽䀯㞄㐙㪜䉼㪜㐙㪜㗕㞞㱭㝽䬛㐙㢛㩀㱭䳴㱭㫧㪜㱭㐙㢇䭽㱭㫧㪜㐙

“䁈㱭㝽㢇㞄䉼㪜㞞㝽㢇㒝” 㽝䉼㢇䍂㐙㞞䬛㞄㞞䉼㐙䭽㢇䍂㢇㩀䀯

㳞䍂䬛䁔䁔䉼㢛䘞㝽䲐㞄䍂䉼㐙㪜㒝㐙㞞㢇䲐䬛㢛䡊㢇㩀㝽㢇㫧㱭䍂㞄䬛䍂㩀䀯

㐙㞞㢇㱭㩀䍂㱭㢇㞞㪜㪜䍂㢇㐙㐙㒝䉼㩀䬛㢛䘞䬛䍂䘞㩀㢇㩀䬛㗕㢇䍂㩀䡊㢇㪜㱭䉼㢛䍂㞞㱭㢇㐙㞄䑂㢇㝽㢇䍂䬛䀯䬛㾖䳴㩀㱭㗕䎦㱭䭽㢇㢛㒝㱭䁔㢇䍂㢇㫧

䇛㞞㢇㝽㱭㝽㢇㢛㪜㞄㢇㐙㪜㢇䭽䭽㢇㩀䉼㢛㐙䉼㩀㢇㒝㐙㞞㢇㐙㞞㱭㰟㢇㩀㝽㢇䉼㢛㪜㱭㱭㢛㢇㱭㫧㪜㞞㢇㐙㝽䬛㾖㾖㒝㝽䉼㐙㪜㓖㫧䉼㾖㾖㢇㩀㐙㪜䬛㾖㾖㐙䬛㢛㩀㐙㾖䬛㝽㝽㢇㩀㪜㞞㢇㩀㱭㱭䍂㐙㞞䳴㪜䁔㢇㞞䉼㢛㩀䳴㐙䀯

䇛㞞䳴㩀䀯

㝽䲐㾖㗕㱭㩀㢇䍂㞞䬛䁔䡊㗕䎦䁔㱭㩀䲐䭽䘞䍂䉼㐙㢇㐙㢛㐙䬛㪜㞞㢇㝽㞄䬛䍂㪜㐙㢛䉼䬛䘞䬛㝽㢇䉼㢛䀯䉼㾖㒝㢇㪜䉼㞞㪜䳴㢛㩀㢇䍂㪜䘞

䇛㞞䉼㐙䭽㾖䬛㗕㢇㞄䬛㐙㪜㱭㱭㩀䬛㝽㢛㪜䉼䘞㞞㪜䀯

“㽝䉼㢇䍂㐙㞞䬛㕋” 䕮㢇㢛䉼㪜㞞’㐙㰟㱭䉼㗕㢇䍂䬛㢛䘞㱭䳴㪜䀯

䲐㝽㩀㾖㢇㞞䎦䁔㪜䍂㢇䬛㞞䀯

“㑻㓖㑻㢇䬛㞞㒝” 㽝䉼㢇䍂㐙㞞䬛㐙㪜䬛㝽㝽㢇䍂㢇㩀䀯 “䎦’㝽㪜䬛䡊䉼㢛䘞䬛䁔䬛㪜㞞䀯”

“䶌㞞㩆䎦㞄䬛㢛㪜㢇㩀㪜㱭㪜䬛䡊㢇㱭㢛㢇㪜㱭㱭䀯”

㱭㢛䭽䀯㢇㐙㪜䬛㾖㾖㢇㞞䇛䍂㱭㱭㩀䬛㩀㪜㢛㵇㗕㢇䬛䬛䍂㩀㗕㢇㢇䡊

㗢䬛㢛䉼㗕㫧㾖䬛䍂㢇㩀䉼㢛㽝䉼㢇䍂㐙㞞䬛’㐙㢇䲐㢇㐙䀯

䒌㢇㫧㱭䍂㢇䎦㗕㱭䳴㾖㩀䍂㢇䬛㗕㪜㒝㐙㞞㢇䘞䍂䬛䁔䁔㢇㩀㝽䲐㞞㢇䬛㩀—

㢇㐙㩀㰟㞞㱭㩀㢛䑂㢇㝽㢛㱭䀯㩀㞄

䎦㗕䍂㱭䳴㗕㞞㢇㩀㒝䁔䬛䍂㢇㾖䲐䁔䉼㪜䉼㢛䘞䁔䬛㗕䡊䬛䘞䍂㱭䬛㢛䀯

䆾䲐㫧䬛㗕㢇㞄䬛㐙㞄䬛䲐㪜㱭㱭㗕㾖㱭㐙㢇㪜㱭㪜㞞㢇㗕䳴䍂㰟㢇㱭㫧㞞㢇䍂㪜㞞䉼䘞㞞䀯

䀯㐙㢇㐙㐙㢇㢛䍂㢇㪜䬛㞄㐙㢛㢇㗕㪜㞞㐙㢇䍂㫧㢛䉼㾖㢛䍂㢇䘞䉼䘞䉼㢇㪜䬛䬛㩀䍂㩀㞞㢇䍂㢇㞞㪜䬛㢇㱦㪜㩀㢛䬛㐙䡊䉼㢛㒝㫧㱭㢛㾖㱭䉼㫧䘞㱭㩀㝽䍂㫧㱭㐙㞄㪜䬛㢇䲐㝽

㽝㞞䉼㪜䀯

“㱦㝽㕋䀐㞞䬛㪜㞄䬛㐙㪜㞞䬛㪜㕋” 䕮㢇㢛䉼㪜㞞’㐙㰟㱭䉼㗕㢇㞄䬛㐙㐙䳴㐙䭽䉼㗕䉼㱭䳴㐙㒝㞞㢇䍂㐙㪜䬛㾖㾖㩀㱭㱭䍂䍂䬛㪜㪜㾖䉼㢛䘞㐙㾖䉼䘞㞞㪜㾖䲐䀯

䀯”䘓㱭䉼㪜㞞㢛”䘞

㽝䉼㢇䍂㐙㞞䬛’㐙㾖䉼䭽㐙㗕䳴䍂㾖㢇㩀䉼㢛㪜㱭䬛㢛㢇䬛㐙䲐㐙㝽䉼㾖㢇䀯

“䎦㪜㞞㱭䳴䘞㞞㪜䎦㐙䬛㞄㐙㱭㝽㢇㱭㢛㢇…” 䕮㢇㢛䉼㪜㞞㝽䳴㝽䁔㾖㢇㩀䬛㐙㪜㞞㢇㐙㱭䳴㢛㩀㱭㫧䍂䳴㐙㞞䉼㢛䘞㞄䬛㪜㢇䍂㫧䉼㾖㾖㢇㩀㪜㞞㢇㐙䭽䬛㗕㢇䀯

“䳴䍂㑻㱭’㢇㢇䉼㞞㐙䍂䬛㽝䉼㝽䘞㢛䘞㢛䬛䉼䉼㐙㞞”㢛㪜䘞㒝䉼㢇䍂䉼㾖㩀㢇䭽㗕䬛㐙䬛䳴㾖䀯㾖䲐

䎦䘞㾖䬛㢛㗕㢇㩀䳴䭽䬛㪜㞞㢇䍂㒝㐙㗕㱭㞄㾖䉼㢛䘞䀯

䇛㞞㢇㫧䳴㗕䡊䬛䍂㢇䲐㱭䳴㐙㪜䬛䍂䉼㢛䘞䬛㪜㝽㢇㫧㱭䍂㕋

㢇䑂”䍂㱭㪜䉼㢛䕮㢇㞞㪜㢛䉼㱭㫧㢛㐙㢛䉼㱭㗕䳴㢇䡊㩀㐙㒝䬛㢇䘞㢛㢇䍂䭽䉼㗕㗕䉼㱭㰟㢇䀯㞞㢇䍂㱭㢛㪜㱭䲐䳴㱭䘞䉼䘞㢛㱭㪜㢇”䁔㕋䬛㪜㞞

“㑻㓖㑻㢇䬛㞞…”

䇛㞞㢇㢛—

㽝䬛䉼㐙㢇䍂㞞䳴䉼㢇㢛㪜㩀䍂㢇㞞䁔䍂䀯㢇㱭

䑂㢛㩀㾖㢇㪜䉼㪜㐙㾖䉼㩀㢇㩀㱭㞄㢛䀯䀯

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Chapter 346: [Hot Springs] [4]
Siersha now stood naked.

Her back was to me.

My heart skipped a beat.

Steam curled around her bare skin, droplets tracing the curve of her spine, slipping over her hips, down—

Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t—

I looked.

Shit.

Even though I could only see her back, it was still too much.

Siersha had an amazing figure—I’d never deny that.

She quickly crossed her arms, covering herself as she turned slightly.

“Close your eyes,” she mouthed, barely moving her lips.

I forced them shut, but the heat crawling up my neck betrayed me.

‘Inna!’

[<How did you get into this situation?>]

‘I will tell you later, first can you please mask my presence?’

[<Hm. Why?>]

‘Just do it.’

[<Okay.>]

The sound of her shifting echoed in my ears.

“You’re being weirdly quiet,” Zenith called over the rush of water.

Siersha turned on her shower, and the cold spray hit me first.

I clenched my jaw, barely holding back a curse as the icy water soaked my hair.

“Just tired,” Siersha replied, her voice steady, even as her fingers dug into my shoulder for support.

Zenith hummed. “You should sleep after this. Might help.”

“I will.”

With my eyes closed, my other senses sharpened—too much.

The warmth of her body.

Her ragged breath.

Her soft touch.

All of it made it worse.

“Zenith.”

Siersha called her.

I cracked my eyes open slightly.

Her arm was still across her chest and private part that was—right in front of my face.

“…”

Why am I disappointed?

“Hm? Yeah?” Zenith replied, while I closed my eyes.

“Do you like Himmel?”

Siersha asked, making my lips twitch.

Zenith choked on air. “W-what kind of question is that!?”

Siersha hummed, shifting slightly.

Her thigh brushed against mine, bare and warm.

“I was just curious,” she said casually, as if she wasn’t pressed up against me in a space far too damn small.

“I don’t like him,” Zenith muttered. “Maybe.”

That should’ve been the end of it.

But Siersha wasn’t done.

Her fingers twitched against my shoulder. “I think he likes you, you know.”

Silence.

For a long moment, Zenith said nothing.

Then—

A barely audible voice. “Really?”

“No,” Siersha chuckled. “Just kidding.”

She shifted again, her hip brushing against my arm.

I clenched my fists.

Why is this happening?

“I hate you.” Zenith muttered, and this time, her voice held genuine irritation.

Siersha’s body pressed against me again as she adjusted her stance.

I tensed, fighting the urge to move—not that I could in this cramped space.

“How are your dreams going?” Siersha asked, her tone turning curious.

I opened my eyes slightly—

And immediately shut them as crimson eyes stared right into mine.

Fuck.

She must have noticed.

Because a moment later, she lingered.

Not moving away.

Not shifting forward.

Just staying there, like she was waiting for something.

Her fingers curled slightly—just enough for her nails to drag against my skin.

I nearly jerked back.

She was doing this on purpose.

“I saw another girl,” Zenith said, her voice doubtful. “Avilea called her ‘mother’ too.”

“Huh?”

The word slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

“What was that!?” Zenith’s startled voice made me freeze.

Panic crept through my body.

My eyes snapped open.

And the first thing I saw—

Was her hips.

‘….’

She has small moles on her left side.

“Nothing,” Siersha answered quickly, covering for me. “Anyway, do you remember who she was?”

A pause.

“I don’t think I’ve seen her before,” Zenith murmured. “But it felt weird. Familiar, almost.”

Siersha sighed. “Maybe you’ll dream of her again.”

“Yeah,” Zenith mumbled. “Anyway… what are you doing?”

“Uh, nothing?”

“…I see.”

A moment later, Zenith turned off her shower. “I’m done. Meet me inside.”

“Sure,” Siersha replied, letting out a small sigh of relief.

Then—

She turned off the shower.

I still had my eyes shut.

My clothes, completely soaked, clung to my skin.

“Can I open my eyes now?” I asked.

No reply.

Instead—

I felt her hands on my legs.

My eyes snapped open as I felt her weight on me.

Siersha was on my lap.

Her bare chest pressed against mine, her breath warm against my ear.

“If you protest,” she whispered, “I’ll scream.”

Her arms looped around my shoulders, nails grazing my back.

“Move.” I said, my voice came cold.

“No,” she murmured, dragging her body closer. “Let me drink first.”

I inhaled sharply.

She undid my top button, her fingers ghosting over my neck.

Then—

Her fangs sank into my skin.

I stiffened.

My hands twitched at my sides, unsure whether to push her away or—

Warmth spread through my veins, a tingling numbness following.

Fuck her.

A slow pull at my neck.

Then another.

The sound of her swallowing sent an unsettling shiver down my spine.

My grip tightened into fists.

She was taking too much.

“Siersha,” I warned, my voice hoarse.

She didn’t stop.

Didn’t even pause.

Her fangs sank deeper, her body pressing even closer.

I cursed under my breath.

She was completely bare, completely exposed—yet somehow, I felt more vulnerable.

Fucking bitch.

Instinctively, my hand moved.

I grabbed her left breast—

And squeezed.

Soft. Like crushing a marshmallow.

She groaned but still didn’t let go.

Her grip on me only tightened.

She wasn’t stopping.

I squeezed again, harder this time.

She whimpered.

Then—

She grinded against my lap.

Pain shot through me in more than one way.

Baam!

We both flinched as the door slammed open.

“What are you doing!?”

Before Zenith could process what she was seeing—

I whispered.

“Rejection of Time.”

The world turned grey.

El’s blessing did exactly as its name suggested.

It rejected the concept of time.

Meaning—

The flow of time within a few meters around me was mine to control.

I slowed time to my limits.

With a sigh, I stood, pushing Siersha away.

Stopping the urge to just admire her figure—.

I walked towards Zenith.

She wore only a towel.

A very short one.

Her entire thighs were visible.

I grinned.

Undid the knot of her towel.

And then—

I walked out.

As I stepped past the banner, time resumed its natural flow.

“Khyaaa!”

Zenith’s shrieking voice echoed through the bathhouse.

I exhaled slowly, rubbing my neck which had already started healing.

Fuck that bitch.

One day, I’d kill her.

[<Qais.>]

‘Yeah, I noticed it as well.’

I shoved my hand into my pocket.

The flow of mana had changed.

Someone was watching me.

Someone powerful.

[<A demigod.>]

‘…Hm.’

There was only one demigod in the Uzume family.

Coretta Kurai Uzume.

The Head of Uzume Highbloods.

The hallway ahead of me blurred.

Mist thickened, swirling around me—

Until a single path remained.

I kept walking.

Until I reached an open space beneath the night sky.

A table sat beneath the stars.

At it, a middle-aged woman with long, pristine white hair.

Her slightly wrinkled face was unreadable, her apathetic white eyes locked onto me.

Her lips curled slightly.

“Would you like to have a talk with me, Azariah?”

*******

Being the head of a forsaken family is a feat few can claim.

Coretta, despite being the youngest of her siblings, was chosen to lead.

Not because she was the most capable.

Not because she was the wisest choice.

But because she killed every last one of them.

Ruthless. Cunning. Unhinged. A woman who cared for nothing but power.

Even in the game, she survived until the end of the second core.

Until—

I killed her.

A soft hum pulled me from my thoughts.

Across the table, Coretta sat with an air of elegance, her expression unreadable.

“Isn’t it fascinating?” she murmured, tilting her head slightly. “Nothing escapes a demigod’s eyes.”

I leaned back in my chair, masking my thoughts behind a neutral expression.

‘Is she talking about my life energy?’

Truthfully, demigods don’t intimidate me as much as they used to.

Maybe it’s because of that vision—the Asura Massacre.

Or maybe, at the end of the day, she just doesn’t scare me.

“Were you spying on me?” I asked, meeting her gaze.

She smiled, utterly unfazed.

“I only looked when I sensed a disturbance in mana.” A slight pause, then, “Care to explain what that was?”

She must mean El’s blessing.

I shrugged. “No idea.”

Coretta chuckled, resting her chin on her interlaced fingers. “What were you doing in the women’s bathhouse?”

“Had someone to meet.”

“In the bathhouse?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Zenith.” I lied without hesitation. “She called me.”

She hummed, as if considering.

“Edel’s granddaughter? Well, I don’t care.” A pause, then her voice cooled slightly. “Things would be different if it were Siersha.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Why?”

“She is the daughter-in-law of the Uzume Highbloods,” Coretta replied matter-of-factly. “And I don’t want someone who fawns over other men in my family.”

A dry chuckle escaped me as I casually adjusted my collar, hiding the faint mark on my neck.

Not that it mattered—my body had already healed.

“You seem to forget that Siersha is engaged to me.” I tilted my head. “Wouldn’t that make her unfit to marry into your family?”

She let out a quiet laugh. “That engagement means nothing. Edwin arranged it purely for his own benefit.”

The words hit a nerve.

A flash of anger surged through me, but I swallowed it down.

“How are you so sure nothing will happen between me and Siersha?” I asked, leaning back in the chair.

“She wouldn’t dare.”

Her tone was different now—colder, absolute.

“A puppet does not move without its puppeteer’s permission.”

‘Is she calling Edwin the puppeteer?’

I frowned.

‘Was this in the game?’

I remembered Siersha’s forced engagement to the heir of the Uzume Highbloods.

Edwin orchestrated the entire thing for power.

Siersha… she hadn’t been in a state to refuse.

“And I’m sure Siersha won’t even let you touch her.” She continued. “She is smart enough not to break Edwin’s and my trust in her.”

“…”

Touch her?

‘Glad I took precautions and asked Inna to mask my presence.’

Anyway, something doesn’t add up.

Was Siersha always that trustful to Edwin?

‘And Carson—did she really kill him?’

The game began with her cradling his corpse, but his actual death had never been explained.

Had something else happened? Something I wasn’t aware of?

I pushed the thoughts aside.

“Why did you call me?” I finally asked.

Coretta smiled again, as if regaining amusement. “Just wanted to compare you to my grandson.”

I arched a brow. “And?”

“Pathetic.” She gave me an unimpressed look. “I was worried for nothing. You could never be better than him.”

I smiled.

“He’s held in high regard, huh?”

“Don’t be upset.” She tilted her head. “You’re not entirely worthless.”

I shrugged. “Thanks, I guess.”

She shifted slightly, her gaze turning colder. “Before I forget—”

Something about her tone set me on edge.

“—you shouldn’t have saved that worthless child.”

My mind buzzed.

“What?”

“Because of you, a thousand-year-old practice has been broken.” She said, her voice annoyed.

“It would have been better for her to die than to risk angering Goddess Amaterasu.”

I inhaled sharply, forcing myself to stay composed.

“Isn’t Arianell your granddaughter?” I asked, clenching my jaw.

Coretta barely blinked.

“Boy, she was born for one purpose.” Her voice was devoid of warmth. “To become the next Sword Maiden. Nothing more. Nothing less.”

“….”

Right.

That was her destiny.

A fate written by her own family.

“But don’t worry.” Coretta’s smile returned, too sweet to be real. “She’ll die eventually. Just for being associated with you.”

“I think we have nothing else to talk about.”

I quietly stood up.

Coretta leaned back, unbothered.

I turned to leave—

“Just a warning.” Her voice made me pause. “Don’t think you can fight your fate.”

I glanced back.

“Two demigods have already decided it.” She met my eyes, hers glinting with amusement. “I promise, you’ll be granted a swift death.”

A slow smile tugged at my lips.

“How generous.”

“Don’t mention it.”

She smiled back.

“We will meet again soon.”

I walked away without another glance, my expression turning stoic.

Taking out the spectra glass and wore it.

The document on the first Valentine Head’s ritual appeared before me.

An unethical method to gain life energy.

But.

I don’t have the luxury of hesitating anymore.

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Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 346

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