Crossover Anime: How a Shameless Person Lives

"Alucard, let's go back."

After watching the two people go inside, Integula decided to return to Hellsing headquarters to discuss the matter further.

At the very least, we should contact the Wild Beast Group and transfer the deposit.

If Mercury changes his mind halfway through, she won't have anywhere to find another powerful figure to back her up.

"Yes, ma'am."

Accardo responded, glanced at the town, and felt a vague sense of unease.

This small town somehow gave him a strange feeling of palpitations.

That's really interesting.

"Is there something wrong?"

Integula called out to him strangely.

"No," Accardo replied calmly, "Nothing will happen."

Shortly after the two left, the houses on the outskirts of the town suddenly twisted like noodles.

However, it returned to its original position in the next second.

Like the sound of a cassette tape being played, it hissed and crackled.

……

This town is a bit strange.

The entire place is decorated in a retro style from the last century, but there are quite a few people there, a combination of electricity and steam.

According to Integula, turning it into a tourist attraction would be a good idea, but why isn't it?

Mercury held Sylvie's hand and strolled slowly down the eerily quiet street.

The stone-paved road was tinged with a yellowish hue by the twilight, and the buildings on both sides were old-fashioned brick and stone structures with power lines crisscrossing in the air.

Occasionally, pipes emitting faint white steam would peek out from the corner of the wall, mixed in with the vaguely visible gears and steam valves.

Like a small town forgotten in the cracks of time.

There were quite a few passersby, but it was unusually quiet.

The pedestrians, dressed in retro trench coats and top hats, walked in unison and rarely exchanged words.

As Mercury observed with a puzzled look, Sylvie's eyes were also looking around.

It felt like my first time shopping.

Just as Mercury was scanning the clothing store, he suddenly sensed that Sylvie paused for a moment.

"Oh? I'm sorry, nothing's wrong..."

Seeing that the person holding her hand had also stopped, Sylvie apologized softly.

"Let's go get something to eat first," I said, glancing at the coffee shop next door.

"Right here?" Sylvie asked cautiously, her face still expressionless.

"Yes." Mercury pulled her inside.

The person who greeted us was a typical goth girl; her clothes, tone of voice, walking posture, and even her dyed hair all screamed goth.

"Welcome, are there two of you?" The gothic-style female shop assistant approached the two in an odd manner. "Please come this way~"

"What a wonderful female shop assistant," Mercury thought to himself.

He feels a little strange right now.

This town is definitely not what Intgraham described.

This was really strange, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

interesting.

……

"What would you like to eat?" Mercury handed her the menu.

Sylvie was stunned and asked in confusion, "Master, you don't need to ask my opinion what you want to eat."

"It's about what you want to eat." Mercury patted her head again. "And calling me 'master' and stuff like that is just awful."

Sylvie didn't seem happy; instead, she looked puzzled.

"My food? I haven't even cried yet, and you're already feeding me? I didn't expect you to be so kind, Master. Thank you so much."

But all I need is some moldy bread and water, that way I won't starve.

Her tone was very cautious; perhaps in her view, moldy bread and water were not something she should enjoy.

Upon seeing that Sylvie had finished her "chanting," Mercury immediately called over a waiter and pointed to the menu: "This, this, this, and this, take them all."

After checking everything, he finally looked at Sylvie again.

"Eat in peace, and don't call me master anymore."

Sylvie stared blankly at Mercury, a clear look of confusion appearing in her empty eyes for the first time.

"If you don't call me Master... then how should I address you?"

"That is a problem." Mercury stroked his chin. Actually, as long as he wasn't called "Rich and Noble," he wasn't too concerned about the way he was addressed.

"Call me Dad."

Ultimately, he decided to continue using the title from his previous life.

Sylvie's lips moved slightly, as if silently repeating the two syllables.

dad?

Are they the adults in traditional Chinese stories who shelter children from the wind and rain?

As the staff brought out the dishes one by one, the aroma began to waft through the air.

Sylvie's gaze was drawn to it for a moment.

These pastries were fragrant and exquisitely presented, a world apart from the moldy, cold, and foul-smelling foods she remembered.

She just sat stiffly, her hands on her knees, not daring to reach out or even look at anything else.

Mercury cut off a small piece of cake and held it to her lips with a fork. "Eat it, it's alright."

"Can I really eat this?"

"Eat."

Sylvie opened her mouth nervously, the sweet and soft taste melting on her tongue, her movements stiff.

This was the first time in her life that she ate food not to survive, nor to avoid being beaten or scolded.

And it's so soft, sweet, and delicious... 1 times better than moldy bread!

Mercury watched her eat it bit by bit, a sense of accomplishment rising in his eyes.

Let's raise her a little longer, teach her some skills, and then I can be a "useless" person myself.

Kind-hearted Sylvie will surely take good care of him.