American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

"My real name is Rachel Rose."

"I am Dio Brando."

Dior sat at the table, idly poking at the fried eggs on his plate with his knife and fork.

This is a breakfast that Rachel made especially for her.

"Dio Brando? You're that Wayne family's adopted son?"

Rachel's eyes widened slightly, her face filled with disbelief.

"So you really aren't an exorcist!"

"I've just been practicing a strange breathing technique."

Dior shook his head.

He's starting to have trouble understanding his own ripples.

He just secretly tried it out and discovered that the ripples are not only effective against demons, but also make the transfer of life energy faster.

Perceiving life around us no longer requires water as a medium; we can sense it directly.

Dior rested his chin on his hand, looking somewhat helpless.

A strange breathing technique?

What breathing technique can burn my skin?

Rachel frowned indignantly.

She felt that the other party was not telling the truth.

She had clearly revealed some special abilities, and even fried some eggs for him, yet he still lied!

You should know that eggs in Gotham cost one dollar each because they spoil in less than ten days!

"Hmph, you little liar."

Rachel forked a fried egg from Dior's plate and put it in her mouth.

"Where did I lie to you?"

Dior smiled, seemingly unconcerned.

He shifted his hand to his cheek and watched with interest as she ate her breakfast with a huff.

Her delicate features, her slightly pouting lips, and the eerie gemstone on her forehead...

At this moment, "a feast for the eyes" seems to be more than just an adjective.

"You're not lying to me? There's no such breathing method in this world."

Rachel muttered something, then picked up another fried egg with her fork and stuffed it into her mouth.

She was about to be completely open and honest, but the other party was pretending not to understand!

snort!

"Yeah?"

Dior played with his fair fingers, lost in thought.

Just because something doesn't exist in this world doesn't mean it doesn't exist in other worlds.

It seems she has misunderstood something.

"I remember you can sense emotions, right?"

He deliberately wiggled his fingers in front of Rachel, his breath brushing lightly against her ear.

"How about it, want to test whether I'm lying or not?"

Dior offered her his hand, which was even softer than a girl's, and smiled.

As a villain who sees women as mere bread, he knows how to take advantage of his body.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

Rachel wasn't swayed by love at all and took his hand without hesitation.

It seems that Dior's hand was slippery, so she changed to a more comfortable gripping position.

She slipped her slender fingers through the blond boy's fingers and clasped them tightly without a word.

During her post-coital period, she was completely unaware of what she had done.

With their fingers intertwined, Rachel closed her eyes, intently sensing something.

Fingers pressed together, palms pressed together, as if afraid the other would run away.

what?

Dior's body visibly froze in place.

He only wanted her to touch his fingers, but she ended up interlocking their fingers.

This woman doesn't even try to avoid suspicion!

By the way, it seems that ravens experience a period of sanity after sharing emotions?

Dio's lips twitched twice.

If I had to describe the current situation in one word, it would be: "Trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead."

He instinctively tried to pull back, but the girl's strength was extraordinary, and he couldn't budge her.

"Don't move!"

Rachel's brow furrowed slightly, as if she were somewhat displeased.

Her compassionate aura was mixed with a touch of allure, it was simply unfair.

Dio suddenly felt his cheeks burning, so he quickly turned his head away and touched his neck.

Damn.

Although he is an experienced theorist, he has a thick skin from living two lives, which is why he was able to seduce young girls.

But when I actually saw the other person's face so close to mine, I still felt a surge of unease.

After a while.

"You actually didn't lie to me."

Rachel opened her eyes, her face full of surprise.

She didn't even realize that she was still holding his hand tightly, their fingers still intertwined.

"Can you loosen your grip now?"

Dior's smile was somewhat forced, and a hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

He seems to have been outmaneuvered by this woman twice today.

This is a problem, the same kind of problem as Bruce.

A sense of unease rose in Dior's heart.

"Oh, sorry."

Rachel finally smiled and was no longer as wary as before.

"I didn't expect you to actually be telling me, there really is such a breathing method."

"However, you also know me; you know me, but you have no ill intentions."

"Right?"

Dio was not at all surprised that the raven could be so certain.

But what's wrong with her demeanor? Why has it changed so much?

Multiple personality disorder?

Dior looked her up and down.

Rachel was also sizing up the blond boy in front of her, her curiosity undisguised.

A mysterious breathing technique, an arrogant family background, a heart full of sorrow, and an alluring aura.

She has been helping others share their suffering for many years, but this is the first time she has met such a complex person.

The blond boy in front of me is like a book full of wonderful stories, making you want to analyze it page by page.

She was still thinking about how to learn about his story when she heard—

"Oh, right, I haven't asked you yet, did you find anything last night? Like two swords?"

Dior leaned forward slightly, deliberately getting into a very intimate position.

This is a psychological technique—gaining a psychological advantage by invading the other person's private space.

He suspected that Rachel had secretly kept the two swords, which was why he kept making irrelevant statements.

Dior sneered inwardly.

Rachel, you slut! I've seen right through you!

"Huh? What sword? I found yours at the alley entrance."

Rachel thought about it carefully for a moment, shook her head, and said very frankly:

"It rained particularly hard last night, and many people might not have made it through, so I went out specifically to help those poor people alleviate their pain."

"Later, I heard fighting in an alley, so I went to check it out and that's when I met you and took you home."

"Where are the people in the alley? Where's the sword?" Dio frowned.

"Who is it? What sword? I only see you."

"Yeah?"

Dior's brow furrowed even more.

He could tell that the other person wasn't lying.

But that's impossible, where's Azrael?

Rachel couldn't possibly not see such a large, living person.

He had hoped to acquire a magical armor and two magical weapons after the battle, but he ended up with nothing.

That leaves only one possibility: the other party is not dead.

"Don't frown, it looks bad."

Rachel raised her hand unhappily, pressed it against Dio's brow, and gently rubbed it.

"oh."

Dior was still thinking about last night, letting her fingers gently stroke his face.

The next second, he suddenly realized—when did he become so wary of a stranger?

Dior quickly dodged her hand, his hair standing on end, looking like he was about to explode.

"Did you cast a spell on me? You wicked demon!"

"Huh? No, no, I'm really not a bad person!"

Rachel realized he had misunderstood and quickly waved her hand.

"Then swear an oath! Swear an oath to God!"

Upon hearing this, Rachel tilted her head, a slight smile playing on her lips, a hint of helplessness in her expression.

"Do you think it's useful for a half-demon to swear an oath to God?"

She paused, her tone light and cheerful.

"But I can assure you—I will not hurt you."

Dior remained silent.

What she said made sense, but the feeling of being mocked lingered.

I feel like I can't handle this kind of woman.

"Alright then, do you know where there are a lot of demons?"

"A lot of demons? What do you want?"

"Practice makes perfect."

Dior stood up, feeling the surging waves within him.

Azrael is not available for the time being, but since this ability is so effective against demons, why not try it out on an unlucky guy first?

Ideally, it would be that succubus from last time.