Chapter 90: Please don’t do this kind of thing again in the future, okay?
"Milk, grandma!?"
Leticia, who was squatting on the ground and playing with the corpse with a dagger, heard a familiar voice coming from behind her. She was frightened and jumped up. She turned her head, and her eyes suddenly shone with surprise and joy: "Really?"
Is it you, grandma!?"
The little girl excitedly threw herself into Neville's arms, hooked her hands around her grandma's neck, and greedily sucked in the mysterious fragrance emanating from her white hair until she was sure that the feeling was real and not her own.
After imagining, the tight string in my heart suddenly relaxed. The loneliness and anxiety when I was searching in the swamp, the confusion and uneasiness when I sneaked into the Kuoya Arc, being forced to avoid vicious enemies and even take risks to assassinate them.
The impulse and fear she felt at the time...all these emotions disappeared. At this moment, she only felt extremely relieved. She was like a lazy cat, completely relaxed, and snuggled docilely in the arms of her dearest person.
Whispered: "I finally found you, grandma."
Neville was shocked at first, but soon the expression on her face changed to one of helplessness and relief. She stretched out her hand to hold Leticia in her arms, and gently stroked the girl's soft and smooth silver short hair, as if stroking a piece of
Satin woven by moonlight. She whispered: "Well, you found me, Leticia, I knew you could do it. I'm sorry to have made you lonely for so long, it must be painful, right? But it doesn't matter, from now on
From now on, we will never be separated again, and no one can separate us, so——"
So please forgive me, Leticia.
She wanted to say this, but she was interrupted by the girl in her arms before she could say anything. Leticia arched her neck and made a coquettish sound like a cat, stopping her grandma from saying the apology.
Because she doesn’t think this is something that needs to be apologized to. Maybe she actually doesn’t know what her grandma wants to say, but this girl who has been sensitive and suspicious since she was a child also has cat-like intuition, and she can easily guess what people are thinking.
Their wishes, as well as every idea that just arises, are not realized through character analysis or expression capture, but purely a hunch.
In this way, she is actually closer to the purest form of life than anyone else. Another meaning of being sensitive and suspicious can be that she has a clear mind. In her pair of blood-red vertical pupils that are no different from those of a cat, she is born with the innate ability to care for certain people.
trust and indifference to others.
Neville touched her hair lovingly, and the gentle expression on her face showed how much she loved this girl who had no blood relationship with her.
"It turns out that Leticia can also act coquettishly." In his mind, Medien looked at this scene thoughtfully.
"Of course, every girl can act coquettishly." Xie Mi said in a serious tone: "Sister said that a girl's tears, smiles and coquettish expressions are unique treasures in the world, more valuable than the dragon's treasure.
Be precious."
As for where this theory comes from, you don’t need to know too much.
Alice was also sighing, but the direction of her emotion was a bit off: "Leticia's grandmother, the legendary immortal witch, was such a temperamental beauty. However, she looked nothing like Leticia.
, and why are the eyes silver?"
Vampires' eyes are usually blood-red, like Leticia's, which is normal. As for Grandma Leticia's silver eyes...could it be a genetically mutated individual, or something weird sealed?
She was flooded with thoughts for a while.
After the touching reunion, Neville put down Leticia in her arms, then turned to look at Berlefa, who was still lying in a pool of blood, now a stiff corpse, her slender eyebrows rising like swords.
When he picked it up and looked at his granddaughter again, he asked directly and oppressively: "Did you kill someone, Leticia?"
"No, no!"
Leticia's little face suddenly turned pale. She shook her head wildly and used a stammering tone to justify herself: "I, I didn't kill anyone, grandma, you have to believe me! He, he, he committed suicide!"
"Suicide?"
Neville looked at the wound on the back of Berefa's neck and was speechless for a while.
"No, that's right, he committed suicide!" Leticia's tone gradually became smoother, her tone rose, and she was actually a little happy. She probably felt that she had found a very reasonable excuse. She was like a woman who was eager to clear herself.
A suspect of a crime would kill to death no matter how ridiculous his statement was as a conclusive fact in order to survive. What’s more, the dead cannot speak, and it was impossible for Berlefa to suddenly jump up and angrily accuse her of talking nonsense.
The girl pointedly described the entire case to her grandmother: "I, when I saw him sneaking up at the door of your room, I knew he was going to do something bad! So I stood up and asked him what he wanted to do.
As a result, he suddenly yelled, and then started to scream. I thought, probably, he was sick, right? I was frightened by him, so I raised my dagger to warn him not to come close. Who knows, who
I knew that he suddenly hit my dagger. I had no time to avoid it, and I saw the dagger stabbed him in his neck! Then, then... he died."
In her description, the current head of the Valenhilde family has really turned into a funny clown. From his actions to his performance to the ending, he is full of the irony of absurd literature. In fact, as a
The fact that a veteran vampire died at the hands of a little girl who was only sixteen years old and less than 1.6 meters tall is ironic enough and worthy of becoming the most popular joke on the Sicilia Peninsula for a hundred years.<
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Neville glanced at the wound on the back of Berefa's neck again, and became even more speechless: "Judging from the location of his wound and your height, if he wanted to cause such a dramatic death, he would have to squat half-crouched, while
Keep your balance while stepping back, and hit your dagger at a speed that is enough for the sharp weapon to pierce flesh and cause fatal wounds. Don't you think that this kind of action seems a bit too difficult for Berlefa?
Leticia?"
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"Well, uh, this."
The girl looked at the dagger still stained with blood in her hand, and then at the corpse of the vampire lying on the ground. After thinking about it, she tentatively said: "Maybe, he learned acrobatics in the circus?"
"Poof!"
Except for Linge, all the spirits behind the scenes in their minds laughed out loud. Fortunately, Leticia's grandma couldn't hear the sound. She rubbed her brows helplessly, thinking that the child had only been separated from her for more than a month.
, why did her personality become like this? Where did she learn so many weird reasons? Did she run away to the human world?
"Listen well, Leticia."
She put her hands on the girl's shoulders, looked directly into her eyes, and said seriously: "You should know better than everyone else how painful it is to take away a person's life, so you should also know better than everyone else how painful it is to take away a person's life."
People cherish this precious life more. Perhaps there are some people in the world who are not afraid of death. They are not afraid of their own death, but dare to risk their lives to realize a wish;
Things can easily take away the lives of many people. People like that seem to be very free when they live in the world, but in fact they are the loneliest people because no one can get close to them, and even they are nothing but the balance of life.
It's an insignificant weight. Everyone has their own choice. It's their own business to choose who they want to be. We have no right to question it, but you are the only one who can't do it. Leticia, you can never become that person.
."
Berlefa, this hopeless fool, really deserves to die. It doesn't matter how he dies, no one cares anyway, but he will definitely not die in Leticia's hands. Neville even regrets that she didn't respond to him in the first place.
This way, it might be possible to kill this guy before Leticia takes action, without having the girl's pure and innocent hands stained with the blood of sin.
She has always been and must always be insulated from those things, including killings, conspiracies, loneliness, confusion and painful despair.
"Leticia, you are the person with the most lives in the world, but that is not an innate talent. It must be a gift given to you by someone in the world. Because of this, you should cherish your own and cherish it even more.
The lives of other people. Although this sentence seems too hypocritical to me, I still want to tell you, Leticia." She gently hugged the girl's head, held her in her arms, and
She whispered in her ear: "You should be the one who protects life, not the one who takes away life."
"If you take away a person's life, you can never look back."
"Please promise me not to do this kind of thing again, okay?"
She stroked the girl's hair, her fingertips seemed to tremble slightly, and even her tone was filled with fear and pleading. Everyone in her mind stopped speaking, and Leticia was silent for a while in the arms that were so familiar in her memory.