Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 97, Section 035: Mental Preparation

The flowing night breeze stirred the curtains by the window, their soft lines swaying and fluttering.

The villa was brightly lit, and the fireplace slowly released warmth.

After listening to Fujiwara Chizuru's account, everyone fell into a brief silence.

It's a rather risky plan, but it does have some feasibility.

"These are the overall structure and design drawings of Iris. You are more knowledgeable than I am about personnel deployment, and you should know better where the other side will set up their forces."

"They even have a map of the opera house," Koji thought to himself. It seemed she had made quite a bit of preparation.

"I'm just doing my duty," Fujiwara Chizuru replied. "It concerns the safety of the city's residents, so please do your utmost."

"Let's leave it at that for now," Greed said. He looked up at the window; the sky was just beginning to lighten, but it was covered by thick clouds. The rainy season in District 16 was as long as ever.

"After a night of discussion, everyone is tired. Let's get some rest."

Koji stood up: "The other societies have already defected, and I have to go back to stabilize the morale of my subordinates. Good luck to everyone."

"As for personal safety, with Mr. Necromancer's protection, it's not a big problem for the time being."

Greedy chimed in, "Okay, take care."

The necrophiliac didn't say anything, and silently followed Koji away.

After seeing Kojiro off, only Fujiwara Chizuru remained, still sitting to one side.

"Please make yourself at home, Ms. Fujiwara."

"Well, thank you."

Arrogance, disregarding rest, gestured for the dragon horse to continue training with her. Greed, tending to jealousy, went back to her room to rest.

Fujiwara Chizuru stood indoors, watching through the window as the young man tumbled and rolled in the misty rain, sometimes throwing punches to retaliate, but was repeatedly twisted to the ground.

Arrogance showed no mercy, repeatedly severing Ryoma's arms. Even through the window, Fujiwara Chizuru could hear the screams of agony from the dislocated joints.

“Miss Fujiwara, it seems you’re still holding back.” Greed was already standing behind her.

The man spoke in a gentle voice, yet with an undeniable air of authority.

"Yes," Fujiwara admitted.

“I’m thinking, judging from tonight’s discussion, you all know that the man is carrying a curse, so why not try to use his curse to take the prisoner away?”

“Yes, we’d like to, but right now, the uncertainty is too great. We don’t even know if we’ll be taken away by this vicious fate,” Greed admitted. “But with only one person left to die, it’s bound to be another high-stakes gamble, isn’t it?”

How can you be so sure only nine people will die?

"Since Dong-jun says so, let's just believe it for now." He even had the mind to smile. "Actually, this matter has nothing to do with him. The prisoner Qingliu is our mortal enemy. Whether or not we encountered Dong-jun, our confrontation with him was inevitable. Now that one person is left to die, that means two people will survive. Perhaps this indicates that we can successfully eliminate Qingliu, which is not bad news."

Fujiwara Chizuru admired the other person's magnanimity and softened her tone slightly: "You are braver than I imagined."

"To dare to join our fight alone, in terms of both courage and temperament, you are the most outstanding human being I have ever seen." Greed retorted with a smile, "If I could, I'd even like to pursue you."

Fujiwara Chizuru's expression turned serious: "Please don't ruin the impression you have on me. Besides, it's rather frivolous to make such an inappropriate statement to a woman you've just met."

"Hahaha." Greedy laughed, "I've always been good at judging people. Miss Fujiwara is a trustworthy companion, regardless of race."

He opened his eyes slightly: "The atmosphere these past few days has been a bit depressing. Normally, people would be too lazy to do these kinds of flirtatious things."

Fujiwara Chizuru remained silent.

The imposing man before them did not inspire fear as his infamous reputation for original sin suggested; on the contrary, he possessed a charisma and demeanor that commanded respect and acceptance.

Or rather, this group, even though it is now dilapidated, still contains a growing vitality and energy.

Fujiwara Chizuru began to understand why Ling had asked her to assist them. Compared to the bloodthirsty faction, the gentler ones were the true bond that maintained the relationship between the two races.

The dragon horse lay on the ground, panting heavily.

Raindrops slid down the bridge of my nose and tasted slightly cool on my lips.

"You're a newbie, right?" Fujiwara Chizuru squatted down beside him and handed him a towel.

Ryoma reached out and took the towel: "Thank you."

"What can I do for you?"

Fujiwara Chizuru sized him up; he was an ordinary-looking, unremarkable young man, and aside from his enthusiasm, there was really nothing positive to say about him.

"I'm just curious, who exactly is this guy burdened with this curse?" she glanced at him and said, "He doesn't have three heads and six arms, does he?"

After a moment of silence, Longma slowly sat up and said, "I don't know either. Sometimes I'm confused about what my purpose is in this team, since I have no use for anything."

“That’s not quite right. Your companions have all accepted you, so why would you give up on yourself?” Fujiwara Chizuru said, holding her own hot tea.

"Although I don't see anything particularly special about you," the policewoman added.

"But to be honest, life is like a series of intersecting tracks, each influencing and interacting with the others. Since you're here, there must be something worth doing, something you need to do, right?"

Fujiwara Chizuru raised her eyebrows at him.

"I believe in this and do my best to make the most of my abilities. As for my motivation, it has nothing to do with good or bad, or with public opinion; it's purely for peace of mind."

Ryoma looked at her with a hint of admiration.

"Wasn't Mr. Dong a journalist before?"

"Yes. So much so that when I first learned about the White Walkers, I always had an urge to share them with the whole world."

"Do you... really like White Walkers?" Fujiwara Chizuru asked tentatively.

"I also disliked the White Walkers, thinking that their indiscriminate eating of people and their disregard for human life violated the education and values ​​I had received over the past twenty years. But later, my companions made me realize that there are actually many kind and gentle people among both the White Walkers and humans, who are hard to dislike."

"Mainly because I was ignored in human society, but now that I've become a White Walker, I have so many companions. I guess I'm happy about it." Ryoma scratched his head.

"Hmm." Fujiwara Chizuru's first thought was of the cheerful face of the lively girl; her second reaction was somewhat surprised by that shy smile, "There are always some people who deserve your respect and recognition."

"I also think, I even hope, that those kind-hearted White Walkers can be known by people, so that both sides can live together without any animosity, wouldn't that be better?"

He wiped the sweat from his brow, lost in his own thoughts: "Although it may sound a bit self-serving, we are all creatures full of emotions, and I think that the physiological boundaries between species should not be a barrier in our relationship."

"Hmm." Fujiwara Chizuru seemed a little lost in thought.

"Unfortunately, my abilities are far from sufficient. If I were to release this information when there is a lack of trust between the two parties, I would be seen as a criminal spreading rumors and endangering social order."

“Now is not the time for humanity to recognize the White Walkers. The frequent explosions and strange phenomena have already made people’s nerves fragile and sensitive, and people cannot accept this fact in a short time,” Fujiwara said.

"Hmm." Ryoma sighed.

"Getting back to the main point, I just came to remind you to be prepared to realize your own value," she added, as if remembering something.

"If we could use your curse to control it with all our might and give the last seat to the prisoner, that would be the best we could do."

Before Ryoma could reply, Fujiwara Chizuru's expression turned serious:

"Otherwise, in order to break the curse, you may have to be prepared to sacrifice yourself."

"This is what Miss Ling asked me to relay. Although it's not my style, I can't plead for you."

After she finished speaking, she gave Ryoma time to think before slowly getting up and leaving.

You lowered your head.

Fujiwara's meaning was clear: to break the curse, if necessary, ending her own life was also a way. Arrogantly standing under the eaves, the rain drizzled down the roof, obscuring her face.

He clenched his fist and silently made a decision in his heart.

Fujiwara Chizuru stared blankly at the rain outside the window.

Suddenly, his phone beeped. Greed, sitting arrogantly in the hall, polishing his dagger, was drawn to the sound.

The policewoman opened her phone, glanced at the messages briefly, and said in a deep voice:

"Now, I will relay the third message to you."

(End of this chapter)