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The man didn't seem to care at all.

With only a hint of pity, she said, "No, this is also a mask. You just think you should show an angry look at this moment."

He chuckled, "Oh, has Haruno-chan already forgotten herself?"

Still wearing a mask? Forgotten oneself...

She was very confused.

Countless thoughts flooded her mind, and masks seemed to emerge in her consciousness, constantly laughing, mocking, and questioning whether she was truly herself.

Fear, pain, confusion.

She suddenly realized that she had nothing.

So much so that they didn't even own themselves.

"Then I'll do it..."

But that person stood in the light, casually stretching out his hand, still with that unreliable, annoying, and frivolous demeanor:

"I'll help you... find, um, let's call it the real thing, find that poor little girl you threw away."

Ah ~

Why does this annoying man seem so dazzling?

But by the time she realized what was happening, she was already sitting on a speeding motorcycle, the wind whistling past her ears, her hair flying in the wind, and her neck feeling cold from the wind.

"Is it cold?"

he asks.

"cold!"

she answered.

"Oh, then just bear with it."

So, why are you asking me?

In a moment of desperation, she snatched the man's leather jacket, still warm from his body.

The boys' clothes are all very warm.

she thought.

…… ...

Milk tea shop.

She held a high-calorie drink she would never have drunk before, looking at the man who was leaning back lazily with his arms outstretched.

"So, what exactly do you do? How come I see you everywhere?"

"Well, I'm just a psychologist."

She looked at him with half-closed eyes.

"Why, it doesn't look like it?"

"I'm sorry, I can't connect the two at all. In my eyes, psychologists are all refined, gentle, and handsome men."

Am I not handsome?

"you?"

She scoffed.

"Tsk, as expected of a brat, his appreciation level is still at a childish stage. I am the most handsome exorcist in the surrounding area."

"Exorcist? Pfft, you're not going to tell me you're a charlatan, are you? Never mind, Xiaoyang forgives your rudeness."

"Hey, hey, hey, what's with that pitying look? I'm not going to lie to you, I'm a high-ranking investigator from Chaldea... Wait, what's Chaldea?"

Anyway, you should know that this world is very mysterious, so don't touch anything you don't understand.

"Pfft, since you're being so serious, I'll accept this advice..."

So, where to go next?

She stood up with great interest.

He stood up lazily and tossed the helmet he had bought for her: "Let's go find some excitement for a little girl who is locked up in layers of shackles and can't move, desperately crying for help."

"Exciting?"

She described it as something she didn't care about at all, but rather something she was looking forward to.

The man gave a mysterious smile: "More exciting than you think..."

For some reason, she felt uneasy.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The broken bridge.

It sped along like a heavy motorcycle flying close to the ground.

Amidst piercing screams, she frantically pounded on the man's back in front of her: "Are you crazy? If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!!"

From her initial beaming smile to her later cold and sarcastic remarks about his tricks, she now realizes that he might be serious.

I'm seriously considering dragging her down with me.

What grudge could there be?

"Tell me, isn't it exciting or not?"

The man laughed loudly, turned the accelerator, and sped towards the broken bridge.

The wind whispered in her ear, its chill no longer offering her any comfort.

It must be fake, it can't be.

He's only twenty years old, and he's just starting his career. Wouldn't his family...?

Oh, it seems he doesn't have any family...

She hesitated and looked up, only to see the other person release the handlebars of the motorcycle, open their arms wide, and embrace the evening breeze, as if to hug the sky.

Indeed, on her good-looking face, there was not a trace of reluctance to give up life, only a kind of coldness and loneliness, a kind of freedom whether she lived or died.

She suddenly realized that the other person was just like her, no, even more twisted for some reason.

The posture displayed may simply be a result of past inertia.

Beneath this exterior lies a solitary, detached stranger, profound and melancholic, coldly observing everything.

For a stranger in a foreign land, death may be a return to the homeland where family resides...

Maru-la~~

He's serious!

The girl's heart skipped a beat.

His face was deathly pale as he watched the precipitous cliff gradually appear before his eyes amidst the howling wind.

Without the slightest hesitation or surprise, the man took her and rode his motorcycle off the broken bridge.

Feeling that floating sensation, detached from the beloved earth, her mind went blank.

She's going to die...

She was only sixteen years old, just starting her second year of high school, and she was about to die.

Countless images flashed through my mind...

Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, or maybe a month from now?

Someone will probably discover the body of a girl who has been soaked to the point of being gigantic, and it will make the news.

It would definitely look awful, she doesn't want it.

Yukino will definitely be terrified and cry; it might even be a lifelong trauma for her.

But it's all for the best; it might improve her weak personality, which is like a vine that has to rely on someone.

And her father, that man probably loves her, he'll probably cry, he'll be very sad.

Then, under his mother's gentle gaze, he would restrain himself, hold back his tears, and try his best not to lose face as a senator.

What a pathetic man, he's like a filthy bug.

So, Dad, Yang Nai also looks down on you.

As for the mother...

Will I be sad?

I think so.

After all, she must be very disappointed that such a satisfying work of hers was ruined.

It's just a pity for Yukino; she'll definitely become the next target.

What a cruel queen! She can even devour her own daughter without any mercy.

But it's none of her business anymore, since she's about to die anyway...

She suddenly felt a sense of genuine ease, a freedom as if all shackles had been broken.

Yes, I'm going to die anyway, what am I afraid of?

Isn't she the most pathetic one, this coward?

Is she a puppet who plays roles in response to the expectations of others?

So... whatever, to hell with the ball, hahaha~~

A thought flashed through her mind, and she smiled, opening her arms to feel the wind blowing.

That sense of being adrift, without any support or ground to rely on, became a symbol of freedom at this moment.

I've become a bird, Yukino!

She'll die soon, and become ugly right away. She's paid such a high price, so let her experience this freedom a little longer, Kamisama.

Kamisama obviously agreed.

The feeling of hitting the ground didn't come; instead, the wind that was blowing from below turned into a wind blowing from front to back...

A warm embrace enveloped her; Kamisama's embrace felt familiar, and somewhat nostalgic.

"So, are the shackles broken yet?"

The man asked with a wicked grin.

She didn't say anything, but just gripped his waist tightly.

"Hiss hiss hiss, it hurts, it hurts, kid, watch out or I'll throw you down here!"

What a strange verbal tic.

The girl rolled her eyes at him, then her vision was obscured by the red behind the man.

It flickered like a flame.

So that's a hang glider? That thing hanging next to the motorcycle is a folding hang glider?

You didn't make this crude and shoddy thing yourself, did you?

Her face darkened, and she pinched him hard again.

Is this playing with one's own life?

As if he could read her mind, the man said lazily, "Anyway, your death would only be a relief. Your 'Ah, how free' expression just now was so cute, Haruno-chan."

"I have no choice but to try to accept it, okay?"

She said fiercely, "And also, I was talking about you?"