I'll kill you after I finish this game!

The latter has long, jet-black hair, a gentle and handsome face, and an ethereal aura. In every way, he gives people a strange sense of 'perfection'. People with flaws will unconsciously want to get close to him, wanting to get something from him to complete themselves.

What was even more peculiar to Reinhardt was that the two figures sitting quietly in front of him, handcuffed, both possessed a strange allure.

Ambiguous and vague, the two were clearly there, yet Reinhardt had a sense of disharmony as if they were projected from somewhere else, causing him to frown.

The blue-haired man is contradictory; his hair is thin yet vibrant, teetering on the edge of depletion and a sudden revival.

The long-haired black man was unusual; he had a human appearance, but his first impression was one of perfection, which intrigued Reinhardt.

If one had to describe Reinhardt's feelings toward both of them at this moment, it would be that he felt extremely out of touch with the world.

There's a kind of difference and disconnect between the performers on stage and the audience in the seats below, which is why they feel out of place.

There was a feeling that allowed Reinhard to assert that these two aloof and independent individuals would not attempt to assassinate the Führer, because he could not sense any familiarity with them as prisoners or civilians.

Was the other party's prediction just nonsense that happened by chance?

The option of either being a criminal had disappeared from Reinhardt's mind. Whether it was the former, a contradictory man on the verge of death, or the latter, a heterogeneous man with genderless attraction, neither of them had that kind of tedious pursuit.

In an instant, a multitude of thoughts about the two prisoners in the cell flashed through Reinhardt's mind. Even Reinhardt himself did not realize that he, a man who had never truly felt alive, could have such a level of perception towards someone he had just met.

Yes, I was attracted, that's how it is.

With this intriguing thought in mind, Reinhardt looked at the two prisoners in the cell before him and said:

"Are you the legendary traitors? You don't seem like it at all, in my opinion..."

"Lieutenant General Reinhard Tristan Eugene Heydrich, the head of the secret state police and the Gestapo, a famous nobleman of the Greater German Reich, known behind the scenes as the Black Prince, the Executioner."

The mercury serpent slowly raised its head, which had been buried underground, its face and eyes filled with a playful and joyful expression. With an eerie smile, it examined its "half-body" and said:

“It is a great honor to meet you. I am Karl Ernst Kraft... a mere con artist, at most a terrorist. Rather than a magician or something like that, I would say I am closer to that.”

Reinhardt's previous dismissive thoughts have indeed drawn attention to this side.

"I see."

I responded calmly, but the other person, noticing my slight emotional reaction, preemptively spoke first. Because of the facts, Reinhardt had to slightly revise his assessment of this person.

And what about the other person?

"Heh, I'm not a hungry tiger, a wolf, or a lion. Don't think so highly of me. Just continue to treat us as con artists."

Seeing the persistent sneer on the blond man's lips, Reiji raised his head and looked at Reinhardt outside the cage with the strange gaze one would give a work in progress.

“I am Gray Ncliffe. I am not suited to be a con artist like Carl, but the word 'terrorist' can be applied to me. I consider myself quite good at direct action.”

She introduced herself with a contradictory attitude of joking and calmness, and once again lost the initiative in the conversation, although she couldn't detect any mockery or sarcasm in the man's words.

But Reinhardt felt as if he had been mocked, a feeling that was rather dull and strange.

Reinhardt's cold smile gradually faded, returning to normal. He looked at the two men before him with a calm, almost suppressed, ruthless expression and said:

"It seems you are quite interesting people. Among the people in this country who have been brought before me, there are few who can laugh like you."

Although the two men in front of me were behaving strangely and unusually, it probably had no purpose or meaning in this situation.

Thinking this through, Reinhardt continued:

"Neither of you are fools, so I'll get straight to the point: do you want to die?"

“It is my duty to punish those who endanger the country. Fraudster and terrorist... I will treat those who call themselves such as you as an executioner, even with a nickname that is not appropriate for you.”

"Huh?"

Mercury Serpent, as if he had heard an amusing joke, looked at Reinhardt with amusement and asked:

"So you mean you don't consider that title an honor?"

Mercury Serpent knew what his best friend had done with the self-destruct factor he had given him, since Reiji hadn't hidden it from him in the first place.

In order to give Reinhardt the crazy drive to be a boss, Reiji added to him the sense of experience and knowledge of reincarnation of trillions of times. Mercury naturally knew that his self-destruct factor was exactly the same as his own disease.

They were both afflicted by a known poison, but unlike him, they were blessed by a supreme miracle and met a dear friend who could bring them back to life.

“It’s hard to say.” Reinhardt didn’t react much to what the Mercury Serpent said, still keeping his indifferent handsome face, and said, “However, it could also be said that it is precisely because personal feelings are mixed with duties, or rather, because such feelings cannot function properly, that I can stand in this position.”

In Reinhardt's eyes, the world seemed so bleak and boring that he was never interested in anything.

Therefore, nothing is more suitable for the Gestapo commander to carry out sanctioning actions than this spirit.

Because Reinhardt is a being who can make judgments equally and impartially on everyone.

"So, are you all the subjects of my duties?"

Reinhardt looked at the two men in the cell and asked in such a calm manner.

There's a feeling that this prison is practically nonexistent, and that there are other beings imprisoned inside, beings that are far more monstrous than lions or tigers.

Seeing this, Lei Zhe and Mercury exchanged a glance and sighed together.

He lowered his gaze ostentatiously, as if he were a character in a play, with a heavy heart.

Two pairs of deep sea-colored and azure-blue eyes stared intently at Reinhardt.

"Your talents probably go far beyond this. At such a young age, you have achieved such status, power, and talent, becoming the Black Prince, who controls the dark side of an empire that dominates the world... As a man, no one would not want to be like you."

Reiji looked at Reinhardt in front of him, but it was as if he wasn't looking at his surface. He was examining what was sealed or suppressed by this young man through his flesh and soul.

Reinhardt also felt as if he had been seen through or penetrated by Reiji's strange gaze. His suppressed feelings seemed to loosen up when he was facing the two of them.

“Your Excellency, the young master carrying the skull.” Looking directly into Reinhardt’s slightly unsettled eyes, Rezer’s lips curled into a pleased smile. “But why do you seem so sullen and depressed, like a child bored and disappointed by a game? Are you really alive?”

"...!..."

Reinhardt remained silent and outwardly composed; it would be a lie to say he wasn't shocked by Reiji's words.

Are you really alive?

These words shook Reinhardt to his core, and also evoked feelings in him about others—feelings that even he himself couldn't describe, yet the other person could make such a definitive judgment.

"I'm also very interested in that. You're quite intriguing."

Mercury Serpent wore a serpentine smile, suppressing and sealing away his self-destructive tendencies.

Has she already become aware of it, or is she still completely oblivious? It's truly the best unknown besides her best friend and Mary.

"Where does your thirst come from and where does it go? What are you pursuing that is causing you confusion?" The mercury serpent image is guiding and leading something for the sake of regret and confusion.

"Self-suppression. The Reinhardt I see now isn't the real man." Rezer didn't care about Reinhardt's feelings at all, subtly tearing away a layer of this man's facade.

The words that should have been dismissed as nonsense were, in Reinhardt's ears, like poison, seeping into his very brain.

The man named Carl was smiling subtly, while Gray was sneering at something.

Whether from a personal or official standpoint, Reinhardt had no need to answer.

"...Please understand, I'm the one asking the question." Reinhardt exuded a chilling aura, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the two men who were stirring up his emotions. He spoke calmly, "Besides, your lives..."

"Whatever—" X2.

Reiji and Mercury looked at Reinhardt with the same eyes they would give a substandard actor who hadn't even taken the stage yet.

“If you don’t care, then we’re the same,” said Mercury Serpent.

“Whether it’s life or death, that concept is meaningless to us. This country is already shrouded in madness, and this little commotion has no effect whatsoever.” Reiji raised his handcuffed hands and waved them at Reinhardt outside the cell.

Reinhardt's existence is quite interesting for Mercury and Reiji. Mercury and Gold are mutually self-destructive factors, and Reinhardt gives him a sense of novelty that he can have another friend.

Moreover, Reinhardt is one of only three beings in the world, besides Reiji and Mary, who can bring unknown things to Mercury.

Is it a son? Or half a body? It doesn't matter anymore. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as you carry the unknown with you.

As for Reiji, because he nourished Reinhardt's Asura Path divine power, Reiji felt a sense of connection with him, and in a sense, Reiji's 'offspring' was actually a secondary form of Reiji.

"It's incredible that talking to you like this makes me feel at ease. So we really do have such a... (cause and effect)... ingenious connection."

Like brothers? Or sons, or relatives?

Reinhardt looked at the man named Karl with such complex emotions in his eyes.

On the other side, Reinhardt also felt a strange sense of familiarity and attraction, and subconsciously reached out to straighten his military cap.

What exactly are these two guys?

"Does a prisoner like you have such feelings for me, the executioner?"

Reinhardt uttered these ridiculous remarks, but deep down he felt a sense of resonance with them. An intuition told him that he had an unknown connection with the two men in front of him.

"Anyway, you're not the type to be fooled by a liar's nonsense. Even if you can't say what you're thinking, it's enough that you're aware of it."

As Reinhardt's calm, deathly gaze suddenly trembled violently, Reiji's smiling face, hidden in shadow, faced him, while the handcuffs on his wrists suddenly melted into molten iron and flowed onto the ground.

Mercury Serpent and Reiji stood up together, walked out as if the iron bars in front of them were nothing, or rather, walked out of the cell like phantoms through the iron bars.

This scene, which defied common sense or was rather bizarre, made Reinhardt tense up, and his dormant heart began to stir.

What is this? Excitement? Or rather, the feeling of excitement and joy that comes from witnessing something incomprehensible?

.......

In the corridor of the detention center, Reigen and Mercury followed Reinhardt's footsteps.

There was no conflict, or rather, Reinhardt was carrying out a mission that was more like an order than an interrogation of the two men.

But now, the chains that had bound Reinhardt's heart have cracked, and his gaze has changed, giving him a speechless feeling as he looks at the two men behind him.

"What's wrong? Since we're meant to be used anyway, wouldn't some of our skills be exactly what Lord Reinhard wants? The two of us are qualified to be Nostradamus."

Reizer responded to Reinhardt's speechless gaze with a gentle and intellectual smile.

The Nostradamus he mentioned is the famous Jewish prophet from France, who is considered by Westerners to be the greatest prophet in Europe, demonstrating his immense influence.

Many people must have been enthusiastic about the other party's collection of poems and the French version of Tui Bei Tu's centuries.

"Goebbels, or Himmler, take us to whomever you wish, Reinhard."

Mercury Serpent shrugged and casually mentioned the names of important figures who would leave a significant mark on German history.

Reinhardt was experiencing a mix of emotions, a sense of the unknown that comes with encountering something new for the first time, and a strange, subtle excitement.

“It seems… you are not liars after all.” Reinhardt said, expressing the thought that he no longer held any contempt in his heart.

"Oh?" Lei Zhe asked with interest, "So what are we in your heart now?"

"...Hedonists, that's the impression you all give me."

In other words, these two out-of-touch individuals possess a certain trait that surpasses even the arrogance of the country's head of state, viewing the entire world as something to be enjoyed.