Chapter 127: The Guiding Demon

I use the word "Devil" to describe it, but the "Devil" one generally imagines and "that thing" are completely different.

Or rather, the devilish elements are merely the small bat-like wings on its head.

The whole thing is a mass of white lump like a rice cake, about one size larger than a palm, with small short arms attached to it, and no legs. There is no nose on the face, the eyes are as thin as lines, and only those eerily vivid thick lips stand out.

Those lips are bared in a snarl, as if mocking the Neon and Kurapika and others that it possesses.

Overall, it has the comical appearance of a child's doodle and is not scary, but there are about 10 of these "things" that give you a strange physical disgust toward the realistic lips, clinging tightly to Neon.

Seeing such an impromptu "Devil," Kurapika and the others inadvertently prepared for battle, but Squala and Linsen shouted "Stop!" to prevent the four of them.

Looking back, the person who was stopped looked suspiciously at the person who stopped him, and noticed.

Only Squala, Linsen, and the two people who had been Neon's guards since before Yorkshin reacted differently from them.

Their surprise was not the "I don't understand" of the unknown, but the "Why is it here?" of the known.

Sora did not seem to care about the six people's reactions; he remained silent for a while and continued to look down at Neon.

I have been waiting for an answer to my words.

However, Neon did not seem to notice the guards' reactions; just as if his father had been threatened by the pure white, he just continued to look up at Sora with terrified eyes.

Sora breathed inside the mask.

He sighed in disappointment at Neon, who could say nothing to anything.

Perhaps this was the reason Sora quickly changed the subject.

"Kurapika, you don't need to do anything to this clumsy Devil. Or rather, you shouldn't. This is likely her ability; if you provoke her, she will completely lose her Nen. World."

"Then, you should seriously teach this child 'Nen.' First of all, this is an ability that is out of control."

Sora pointed as he looked back, and he hugged the "Heavy" looking Neon tightly, "What do you mean?" Kurapika asked Sora with a darkened expression.

"I would rather know the details. To be precise, it's just a hunch; I haven't completely lost the Fortune Telling ability yet."

"However, I am sure that this Devil is the child's own ability. So, I just thought, if this child is a Specialist, possessing the ability of '100% accurate fortune telling,' this Devil's ability is also related to Prediction."

However, when asked, Sora shrugged clumsily and only replied that the amount of information had not changed.

Today was his first time meeting Neon, and Sora also only recently learned of his ability. I apologize.

After responding faintly to the apology, Sora continued, "It's fine."

"However... I don't think the Devil's ability is limited to 'Prediction'."

"That Devil, the trash there, and that silly old man were all possessed by one person. At first, I didn't really understand what was going on either, so I put it aside for the time being, but when the trash fell off the sofa and onto the floor, and when my father lost consciousness, it disappeared naturally."

'No!?'

Aside from the earth-shattering additional information, not just Kurapika, but the other members also made sounds one after another.

I instinctively wanted to protest, saying "Tell me sooner," but this was not a situation I could point out, and Sora had suspected something from the beginning, so he hadn't noticed. His eyes were the deadly Devil, and Kurapika knew he could perceive the strangeness of this world before turning into eyes, so he swallowed the irresponsible words he was about to say.

"I see... Sora, do you have time after this? I would like to hear more later."

"I can afford it. Even if I didn't have it, I would do it."

"... You've probably prepared yourself, put it on."

While responding to Kurapika's request in a manly way, he told Kurapika to take off his mask and armor.

Besides, although the prey of the Wither ability wouldn't wake up for two hours, he naturally didn't want Sora to stay in this Residence for long, so he hurriedly changed his clothes and left. I ordered him to wait for me at an Inn that he seemed to be taking him to.

"Understood. Then contact me when you're done talking."

Listening to Kurapika's words, Sora carried the cracked Sword on his shoulder and returned to the office; his clothes and belongings were in an "Extreme" state, perhaps because he was worried about the irrelevant servants of the Residence.

In a sense, this was a form of being forced to deal with all the aftereffects of the trouble, but Sora's presence made things even more troublesome; even Basho and Linsen, who shouldn't have had anything to do with her, understood, and especially the guard members other than Kurapika didn't complain, and everyone saw her off.

And after Sora turned the corner of the corridor and disappeared, Kurapika turned and said.

"... Well, this is troublesome for both of us, but I will ask you to answer honestly."

Just like when he was driven to a dead end by the swindler and his father, he gripped his hands tightly on his legs and bowed with Neon's emotionless voice.

Kurapika didn't know what made his chest sting at this number.

I don't know, but it must have hurt.

Just as the date was about to change, Kurapika came to the business Inn closest to the Nostrade Residence and knocked on a guest room.

I know it would be crazy to go to the Hotel room where that woman is staying at this time, so I wanted to go tomorrow, but when I tried to tell him this, he said cheerfully on the phone, "Well done. You're at the Hotel. Are you coming or should I go out?"

And I didn't want Sora to go out in the middle of the night in many ways, so Kurapika went there.

After knocking, in less than 10 seconds, the door opened, and he answered with a cheerful voice, "Yes, yes."

"Welcome, Kurapika. Well done."

"... I'm saying this at this time, but you should consider your gender and mine more."

Compared to the previous pajamas and hot pants, Sora, wearing an oversized men's T-shirt with hair left longer than before, appeared too defenseless.

However, although he knew it, Kurapika's more urgent request ended with a helpless, smug expression, saying, "I'm just wearing hot pants, worrying about other people's eyes."

"Don't brag!!" Kurapika bit his iron claws in anger; he couldn't keep making noise in the corridor, so Kurapika gave up, walked into Sora's room, and put on his own clothes. Sora hung his coat on the hanger provided in the room, and Sora sat on the chair and the bed across the road, starting to speak rapidly.

"First of all, the boss and that impostor's matter has been going smoothly so far. The boss is very afraid of the Death God you disguised as."

... The swindler handed himself over to the sex industry affiliated with Nostrade. The boss was also the last one who barely participated directly, and he wouldn't be noticed if he ran into him.

Leaving our boss aside, the rotten heretic who used the weaknesses of parents who truly wanted to help their daughter, toyed with an innocent girl, and then convinced her parents to kill her to protect themselves, was left behind. If I were toyed with in the same way for the rest of my life, it would be a good punishment."

"Well, well done, Kurapika. Living well."

I hesitated whether to talk about the impostor's Fate, but in order to keep things vague, I believed that Sora, who is sensitive to things I don't want Kurapika to be sensitive to, would understand why Kurapika didn't say anything, so I told the truth. After finishing, I gave a serious thumbs up, praising the ending Kurapika chose.

To such a reaction, he said, "I'm not happy to be praised for such a place," and his heart felt relieved.

I think the way of dealing with the swindler is not excessive.

Even if that swindler is brought to justice, there is no guarantee that he will receive the sentence he deserves for the crimes he committed. At the very least, prosecuting for inciting murder is quite difficult.

I not only became his victim, handing my child over to a swindler, thinking it was a ritual to save my child, but before I realized I had been deceived by the fact that my child's condition had not improved, I was deceived. Hearing that the parents who killed the child just to let the master escape lost their minds after learning the truth, because that was true love, they were no longer qualified to testify.

I can confidently say that for such a person, being toyed with like the victims up until now, and having his very life sucked down to the bone, is not an unfair, heavy punishment.

Kurapika hates being involved in this kind of work.

I do not want Sora to notice that disgust, nor do I want her to feel sad because of it.

So I am truly happy that Sora sincerely praised me for the fate of the fraudster.

I feel that the hatred I have carried all along is not wrong, even if what I am doing is dirty work.

Sora's hand reached out to Kurapika's head, and Kurapika let out a sigh of relief.

Sora smiled at Kurapika, patted his head a few times, and said.

"I am glad you are a member of this group and the Mafia.

If you do not consider the Mafia a necessary evil, please let this group be your own group. At the very least, thanks to you doing this job, I have finally gotten rid of something that has been stuck in my heart for a year and a half, and I feel refreshed.

I am truly grateful that you are here. So please be honest with me."

After all, the thing Kurapika is most inconvenienced by, this woman also cannot hide; she noticed it immediately.

I know Kurapika's status as "Mafia" and that he dislikes this job, even without the fraudster.

A long time ago, he found an answer to end the sadness of walking that path despite his disgust, and he gave it to Kurapika so that his disgust would fade a little.

Still, not having a chance to win is frustrating, and I am sorry that I just received something like this, but more importantly, I am happy that Sora smiled for the first time in about four months, and most importantly, I am happy to see her warmth making me feel safe and loved. Although it was a Coincidence, I am proud that I was able to lighten the burden Sora was carrying, even if it changed things just a little.

Many emotions seemed to finally turn into ordinary shame.

"Well, it is fine if you are happy without permission!

For the time being, one could say the boss and the impostor are finished for now, but we know almost nothing about the new daughter's Nen Ability.

Just as you said, she certainly has 'Fortune Telling'... It seems she did not lose the foundation of the fortune-telling ability stolen by Chrollo."

"Hmm. Then, do you know about the 'Demon' that is possessing that child in large numbers?"

Even though it was a forced change of topic, Sora, who did not make Kurapika feel embarrassed again, obediently used the opportunity of Kurapika changing the topic to ask a question.

Kurapika felt relieved and annoyed by Sora's kindness, and while answering the question, he searched the Goo.

"No. No. Just as Sora said, it is in a state of unconscious and reckless driving.

However, in the eyes of Linsen and Squala who have seen her ability, that 'Demon' is very similar to what was manifested by her right hand when she activated her Automatic Writing ability. When fortune-telling, the shape of those wings seemed just like the wings of an Angel."

Kurapika's explanation made Sora recall the reaction when the two seniors who stopped the four newcomers noticed the "Demon" and assumed a fighting stance.

Immediately after, Kurapika found what he had taken from the mansion and handed it to Sora.

"Also, Sora. Look at this, I want to hear your opinion, even if it is just a guess."

He was talking about a printout of Neon's past Divination data that had been stolen by Chrollo.

At first glance, it is hard to say what her fortune-telling was trying to convey, so by comparing past fortune-telling with actual events, I was able to figure out which words metaphorically meant what kind of significance. Kurapika's predecessor Dalzollene converted the examples of interpretation into data, so Kurapika picked a few easy-to-understand ones to show Sora.

Sora, who took it silently, read a few sentences fluently, then muttered with a smile mixed with admiration and surprise.

"A composite future perspective of Prediction and Certainty?

"Do you still think so?"

It was a monologue without any explanation, but Kurapika not only understood everything, but was also thinking the exact same thing.

Four years ago, when I first met her, she taught me witchcraft and Magic. I understood.

The ability to predict the future is not rare in Spiritual Power, so Sora taught it to me as elementary knowledge, so Kurapika remembers it clearly.

A flash of curiosity crossed Sora's eyes, and she explained that in the process of "seeing the future," there are several types of futurism, the most typical of which are "Prediction Type" and "Determination Type." Looking from afar at what he had been asking after bombarding him with questions. Talking about the premise.

"Neon Nostrade seems to have realized quite early that he had not lost his Fortune Telling ability.

Rather, he seems to have realized that the reason he could not tell fortunes was because he could not control the Prophecy he should have been able to control, and a fragmented future suddenly appeared in his mind.

"I see. Originally it was a typical future Sight Vision Prediction Type, I wonder if she unconsciously manifested Determination Type as an auxiliary ability?

As far as 'just in case' goes, Prediction Type is a characteristic, easier to confirm than Manipulation System, so even if it is a two-system combination type, the fuel efficiency is good because it is a compatible system.... No, rather, if this child's ability is uncontrolled, it randomly collects information and makes predictions, putting a burden on the brain and mind, so the restriction is like a control valve to lighten this burden. I think? Is that why it went out of control in the current situation where it was stolen by Chrollo?"

With Kurapika's additional information, Sora applied her knowledge of future visions to common sense and spoke of her guesses.

Kurapika probably made the same assumption. He nodded silently and continued.

"I realized my ability when I was very young, so my memory of it is vague, but I am sure I had a similar situation in the past. He said he liked it, so I guess this guess is correct.

However, this alone cannot explain that 'Demon'."

If Neon's premonition was just out of control as Kurapika said, that does not explain the existence of the "Devil" that plagued her, her father, and the fraudster.

However, if imagination could explain it, Sora would have made it up long ago.

"…The restriction of 'not being able to see the results of one's own fortune-telling' is something that Chrollo can use even if you have already broken it; you did not Plunder the entire ability, but only the 'right to use' Emission."

That is why the foundation of 'Nen' can be used normally, and the 'Prediction' that serves as the foundation of the child's ability still exists. However, because the right to use the important control valve of 'Activation' was taken away, why would this happen if you cannot control when and where you can predict whom? Just suddenly thought of it… if the predictions are all about a bad future… then you cannot say to that father 'I have not lost the ability to predict the future', right?"

Kurapika nodded silently at Sora's guess.

Neon seemed to have tried many times to tell her father and herself "I cannot tell fortunes or control it, but my Fortune Telling ability is still alive," but in September, the Brigade suffered losses, especially the total annihilation of the Juro-gashira. The Mafia, which is enough to affect the whole world, so the Nostrade group was of course very busy, and Neon's maid Eliza was asked by herself and Squala to take care of Neon alone. His work ran off saying he was sorry, he had no one to listen to Neon's story, and in October, when he tried to get Neon's share for the month, the father finally noticed that his daughter was a bit strange.

So if a father could listen to his daughter properly, he would not have fallen for this kind of fraudster in the first place.

At first, he pouted, thinking she was on strike, and flattered his daughter as usual, giving her what she wanted.

And… perhaps Neon herself really noticed.

The father did not treat her as a daughter to be pampered, but only complimented her because she was useful.

So she could not say it.

I could not say it out loud because I knew what would happen to me.

Predicting future visions is the process of processing information that ordinary people cannot think of from trivial information in the surroundings.

Therefore, without restrictions and promises and other help and boosts, even if you just happen to pass by a stranger you have never met, unless you are directly involved in the future vision, you will not be able to see it.

Because it is uncontrollable, the future in Neon's eyes is first and foremost her father's.

And this kind of outlook on the future is a "Prediction," a possibility that seems natural from the current situation, rather than an absolute possibility.

To put it bluntly, "predicting the future," if it is just a rough idea, even an ordinary person can do it.

I do not ask what kind of future Neon saw. The reason I cannot tell my father about this matter.

She must have seen her father fall.

I should know the reason is me.

I just do not know how to avoid that future I have always known.

Neon has remained silent, because without any introduction, only a desperate ending was presented.

Perhaps it is because she saw the future with eyes out of control, if she told her she would be killed by her crazy father in such a future, or because she did not know what the future would bring to her father. Kurapika does not understand if that is it.

"For that child, if the stolen ability is not expressed with her full ability, but acts like a control valve that can suppress her ability, then I think I can afford the capacity memory.

And because she is a child who unknowingly completed 'Ten' without training, it is possible that she unknowingly created another new ability.

... However, this time it was created under the condition of my extreme mental instability, so it is not 'my ideal' or 'my desire', but 'my own guilt', isn't it?

If that is truly the case, it could explain why the 'Devil' clings to that child the most, and why that father and the swindler disappeared at that very moment."

It can be said that a Nen Ability is the mind of the person who possesses the ability itself. Precisely because of this, the ability of a person who unknowingly becomes a genius directly reflects the genius's hobbies, tastes, and wishes.

So, I do not understand the meaning of Neon's "Devil", but if the Neon heart reflected by that "Devil" is not "desire" but "inferiority", "obedience", or "guilt", then the story is another one.

"... Is this the ability to 'lead the possessed target toward a bad future'?"

"That's right. The ability she possesses from the control system, the second major ability focusing on the certainty of future visions.

The human possessed by that 'Devil', unknowingly, is unknowingly seen by that child. A tragic future, I think I would only choose the option to go to."

When Kurapika spoke the answer he derived from Sora's speculation, Sora rested his chin on his knees and said affirmatively.

"Since her own will is not lost, it is not a semi-compulsive or demanding type, but a suggestive type? I don't think there is much compulsion or influence."

However, the view of a certain future leads to the future through the accumulation of even trivial actions, so even if it is only a prediction type, it chooses the high probability of appearance with the power of 'I feel this is better'. If you repeat it again, there is no room for escape. If it is just a little abnormal, it must be corrected immediately."

Kurapika did not hear much of the added content.

However, he continued to lower his head, looking only at the fist on his own knee.

Even what you are truly seeing is not your fist.

In Kurapika's eyes, only that girl who was mocked and entangled by numerous "Devils" during the day was burned into his eyes.

The devilish smile that brought misfortune to the girl he protects.

Her face, which to me should be an enemy as hateful as the Phantom Troupe—

"Kurapika."

As soon as he called, Kurapika's forehead was poked by his fingertip, and Kurapika raised his head as if he had been repelled.

"! Ah, ah, I'm sorry."

I cannot pretend that my heart is not here, so I will answer honestly and apologize, but I do not want to answer what I am thinking or what I am thinking about, so I tried to deceive quickly and go back to doing it.

But, of course, such a trick will not work on Sora.

"Kurapika."

Once again, he called out and leaned forward.

Sora looked straight at Kurapika with deep blue Aogyoku eyes and asked.

"You... that child, is she dying? Or is she highly stressed?"

Although he saw through Kurapika's worries and hesitation, he did not see through the answer.

Is it because it has not entered Kurapika yet?

I know, but is this exactly what you are looking for yourself?

Kurapika still does not understand.

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"... What do you think it looks like?"

Kurapika answered the question with a question, because stubbornness became foolish.

This was a question that seemed answerable, but Sora answered honestly.

"You look like you are thinking, 'I don't know why you are so frustrated.'"

When Kurapika was able to see through his own state of mind with expected honesty and accuracy, it was completely provocative; he leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and answered.

"... Ah, so that's how it is."

"Isn't this the reason why you don't rest even when the people around you tell you to rest?"

Moreover, Kurapika also guessed the real reason why he ignored the voices of the people around him who cared about him, and Kurapika admitted it with some embarrassment.

Tired and weary, he smiled and began to speak slowly.

It is like organizing the "things" accumulated in your heart.

For example, confession.

"... At first, I wanted to forgive him.

... No, but the more I understand the girl named 'Neon Nostrade', the more I don't know what I want to do.

... Sora. Perhaps, her true nature, to be precise, is a person who cannot be called a 'Human Body Collector'."

Regarding the state of mind when Kurapika confessed for the first time, perhaps it was so that Kurapika would not feel hurt and guilty, but he asked with a blank face, as if nothing had happened. First of all, Kurapika could not ignore the major premise that Kurapika became her bodyguard.

"If you wanted to notice it, you should have noticed it at the interview stage.

Neon Nostrade's collection is diverse. Special physical features like scarlet eyes are of course preserved in formalin and stuffing, but they also include bones of ancient people that are more like the archaeological field, as well as hair and used tissues of actors and celebrities who are still alive today....

... Conversely, there is no uniformity in her collection other than 'human body'. No, hair and used tissues should not be included in the framework of 'human body'. But she put them all in the same collection."

As Kurapika continued to answer, Sora guessed why he wanted to overturn various hypotheses, and his expression returned to calm.

Kurapika guessed that Sora understood, but he continued to speak.

He continued to speak, hoping that what he realized was a lie, and that he would deny it again.

"... I and the seniors of Senritsu were 'disposed of' because we put her in danger, not to mention the guard team, who were placed in the mansion."

I try not to look at it because it makes me feel sick, I try not to care about it, I try to forget it... Thinking about it again, this is strange.

So far, I only remember that the predecessor who was "disposed of" was a man. I don't remember. This is what it looks like. His appearance had nothing special about it, nor was he particularly good-looking.

Such an ordinary man, painted on the wall in a pose as if still struggling to escape, revealing his pain... but that is all. This is not a particularly complex "work."

If I wanted to, I could ignore it, so as not to worry. At first glance, this is not some grotesque embellishment, so tasteless that it burns in my mind.

Hey, Sora. What do you think about an anthropomorphic Collector wanting to add an unremarkable, ordinary person to their collection? If I had to add one, would I be satisfied with keeping the one that retains the appearance of my life?"

Sora did not answer.

Of course, Sora himself did not have such a hobby, so there was no way to answer, but even if he did not have such a hobby, he could at least imagine it.

However, Sora did not even have an imagined answer, just silently looking straight at Kurapika.

Waiting for Kurapika's answer.

Even Kurapika knew that Sora would not answer.

Even if the obvious answer were spoken again, it would not be any salvation or comfort.

So Kurapika answered himself.

An answer that can neither comfort nor save you will only cause confusion.

"... Perhaps she shouldn't have the feeling of collecting and appreciating human bodies and indulging in pleasure.

It is to this degree, the "perversion" of the Mafia growing into a "Human Body Collector," the "normalcy" that everyone should have at least one or two of, is the environment. The fault of the house and that father.

The young girl named Neon was nothing more than a young, pitiful girl. She was just begging for a rare item that was hard to obtain, in order to test her love for a father who did not care about her at all. It intensified, and due to the crazy environment of the Mafia family and the supposedly humble heretical sensitivity, human bodies were chosen as the "harder-to-obtain rare items."

Neon did not originally have such tastes. If this person herself was just misunderstood and had no real interest in human bodies, then this slight but clear sense of incongruity could be explained.

Eyeballs and bones approaching fossils can still be handled on the same level, but handling eyeballs, hair, and used tissues on the same level would feel uncomfortable, even for those not interested in collecting human bodies.

As a genre, it is certainly related to "human bodies" and may be equally difficult to obtain, but someone who wants a celebrity's hair might be a fan of that celebrity, not a Human Body Collector.

No matter how much DNA testing proves it is real, it looks like trash. For those obsessed with eyeballs and bones, it should not be an attractive item.

If you are particularly obsessed with body parts with unusual characteristics, would you be interested in a stuffed person who looks normal?

If it is the first time or when you are just starting a collection, you might cherish the memory correction, but if you are a rare item collector to a certain degree, would you want to decorate with a person who has no special functions and a plush toy with no special characteristics? I naturally do not think so.

If I were to decorate it, I might patch it up to make it look far from "normal."

In the Neon collection, there are also familiar ends of human bodies, which are actually processed in this way, becoming Furniture and items.

Even if there were, Kurapika's predecessor decorated them in a way that quite preserved the human prototype and dignity.

To put it poorly, it is a mediocre work with no interest.

That slight but clear sense of incongruity as a "Human Body Collector," the inconsistent part, can be easily explained by denying the basic premise of a "Human Body Collector."

Neon has no real interest in these things, and because she is a token collector, everything is half-baked and contradictory.

I can imagine why I would want such a thing, even if I have no interest in it.

"... Maybe she knew from the beginning how terrible it was to want it.

What I wanted was not the thing itself, but because it was a reprimand like 'don't be selfish,' so when I asked for crazy things, everyone and this guy always gave them to me in a stupid and honest way... that's why I have extra sensitivity. Numbness and a taste of 'collecting human bodies' that I shouldn't have... I think I might have misunderstood the people around me and myself."

After ending the commotion in Yorkshin, he began to date her seriously as Neon's escort.

For Kurapika, at first, Neon was nothing more than an enemy he loathed, even more than the Phantom Troupe.

As for her ability, although she was worried about her purpose and identity being known, she had no interest in the ability itself.

I don't know what kind of person or what words made her acquire the ability of "fortune-telling."

Neon was too stupid to imagine how many tragedies she had gone through to create what she collected, and even less could she imagine that she was a girl who took pride in keeping promises without knowing about Vow and Restriction.

However, because of the situation with Squala and Eliza, he had the expectation that "she might realize her ugliness and reflect on herself," so the thick hatred filter of the "Human Body Collector" was removed. Seeing the individual "Neon Nostrade" correctly, this expectation turned into confusion and self-loathing for Kurapika.

"I used to think that Human Body Collectors were Demons who couldn't even recognize people other than themselves, and now I don't think that idea itself is wrong.

... But, it's not a sense of discrimination, nor a feeling of being chosen, it's purely because of the environment in which she was born and raised and the laziness of her parents, unable to recognize other humans as the same as me. I can't even imagine that if I pointed out it was wrong, someone would easily understand.

I continued to look down on her, not realizing that she was also a victim."

Kurapika lowered his eyes in complete repentance, without saying his guesses and the answers he had reached.

What was reproduced behind his eyelids was the state of Neon since Yorkshin.

Not only Eliza, but even the other maid left like a runaway in the night with a sad expression.

As if to say something... she wanted to tell him that her fortune-telling ability had gone out of control, but she was coldly treated as "busy" by her father and herself, at a loss.

Although she said she wouldn't tell fortunes, she had a look of terror because she couldn't understand her father, who thought his daughter was just sulking and tried to please her.

And when her father went crazy upon discovering she wasn't sulking on strike but really couldn't tell fortunes, she no longer looked expressionless like a doll when being abused and beaten. Being punched and kicked, she did not resist until Kurapika and the others stopped Light with their wings.

Then she asked me to get rid of her entire collection.

By selling her collection, she not only tried to make up for the negative impact of not having fortune-telling, but she herself no longer had any attraction to human bodies. On the contrary, I had a feeling of not wanting to keep them by my side.

As Kurapika expected, Neon found his taste terrible, but it did not make Kurapika's mood clear; instead, it became even more depressed.

The more I remember, the more I remember.

The girl who felt humiliated by bowing her head and flirting with him was a victim of so-called "benevolent abuse," and she herself was regarded by her father as nothing more than a useful tool. In the past few months, Kurapika has been thinking about this, and a heavy sense of guilt and great hesitation have arisen in Kurapika's heart.

I thought if she realized how terrible she was and reflected on me, I could forgive her.

But, it can be said that those tastes and flavors she thought were ugly were almost entirely her own fault. Knowing that Neon was also a victim, his hatred for her should have disappeared, he thought it should be erased... Kurapika still harbors negative emotions toward Neon.

It is not as strong as hatred. In short, it is frustrating, but it is definitely a bad feeling.

Moreover, not knowing what caused this frustration made Kurapika's heart ache even more.

I don't know what the stimulus is.

I only know that I have not forgiven Neon yet.

But Kurapika does not know if he has not reached the point where he can forgive Kurapika, or if he really does not want to forgive her no matter what he does.

The more I know about the girl named Neon, the less I know what I want to do.

"—Kurapika"

A soft voice reached into my mind, containing only questions without answers, hesitation, and frustration.

When I lifted my lowered eyelids, Sora was kneeling before me, sitting on a chair instead of the bed opposite me, looking at Kurapika's face.

For a moment, Sora was much closer than expected, and just as Kurapika was about to fall off the chair, Sora smiled somewhat strangely and then reached out both hands.

Kurapika's face was wrapped by Sora's soft palms, the palms slightly warmer than body temperature, like a child's. I pressed my forehead.

The usual shame and stubbornness did not activate.

Just out of nostalgia, Kurapika let Sora be.

Sora's habit was very common four years ago.

I remember she would do this when she wanted to know something, not preaching, but looking straight ahead without shifting her eyes.

"Kurapika. Do not think about sin from the perspective of point deductions, think about it from the perspective of point additions."

Straight ahead, eyes with a blue hue more intense than in the past, and the same warm and gentle light as before, gazed at Kurapika and said to me.

"A person who steals a loaf of bread because they are about to starve to death, and a person who steals a lot of money because they want money to play, the punishment for such things is not right. If you do this, the former crime will inevitably be punished." It becomes negative, the former will receive preferential treatment instead of punishment.

The former should not receive preferential treatment. The most glorious thing is not the person who steals because they are about to starve to death, but the person who chooses to starve to death rather than steal bread, living longer. They will.

Kurapika. Sin never disappears. Whether it is easy or difficult, if it is something that can be reset, like the previous example, the person who commits the crime will gain more than the person who constantly tries not to commit the crime.

This is the only thing that should not be forgiven, so sin should not be erased.

The crime she may have committed is lighter than you imagine, she may be a victim of her environment and her father. But that does not mean he is not the perpetrator. Being a perpetrator may be pitiful, but your life will not change for the rest of your days."

He spoke of overly harsh things in a soft voice.

These words should have hurt her more than Kurapika and Neon, but Sora spoke in a calm tone.

"No matter how much sympathy you have, the treatment of the perpetrator should not be better than that of the victim. Punishment should be clear, but whether to forgive is a right for the victim to decide. Not only the perpetrator, but also outsiders like judges, gods, etc., have no right to intervene.

The 'punishment' that should never be lost, no matter how small the crime, is 'fully granting the victim the right to forgive'.

No one should take it away.... This is something even you should not give up."

That set of values, that way of thinking about sin, was pure to the point of being painful, until a while ago Kurapika might have thrown a tantrum and shouted: "Throw away that set of values."

After all, if that set of values were the truth of this world, Sora would not be saved either. For the rest of her life, she would have to live like a sinner.

Even if the person she killed was a Devil who committed more unforgivable crimes than her, and felt no guilt, even if it was a beast that could barely be called human, Sora would be "murdering". Kurapika did not want to accept the idea that she was guilty of this, and that the right to forgive her lay with the Devil she killed.

However, if Sora looked at her own sins so directly, shouldered her own Heavy burden, entrusted the right to forgive her to others, yet still touched her with hands stained with blood that would never disappear for her...

This is not just a sense of guilt for one's own sins, but the sin of a person choosing to achieve the goal they want to reach.

I couldn't help but want to shout: "You don't have to bear that kind of sin."

But if I think she even chose me like that, I cannot deny it, nor do I want to. Kurapika placed his hand on the hand covering his face and answered, because she did not want her burden to be just a "sin".

"... I feel sorry for her, I want to protect her, but can I choose 'I will not forgive her'?"

By touching Sora's hand, I hoped that I could not deny Sora's sin, and that I would not add points to the extent that Sora would not have to carry it. I heard the answer.

Hearing this answer, Sora showed a bright smile.

"That's it.

That child is indeed a pitiful child. If you have a Conscience, naturally you would want to protect yourself from such a damn father.

But no matter the circumstances, that child is your perpetrator. So... if you don't want to forgive, you don't have to. Because you don't want to forgive her, using your escort status to force her, to torture her, is an excessive punishment for her crimes, so you cannot forgive her, but even if you are protecting her, even if you feel sorry for her, 'not forgiving' is your right.

'I will not forgive', 'I cannot forgive', 'I don't know if I should forgive', this is not your fault, Kurapika."

Some things that were tangled in Kurapika and could not find an answer were untied.

Kurapika felt his answer and Sora's words suddenly lock into place in his heart, and the gaze that had been lost for months became clear.

In short, he felt guilty for his kin, even if he felt sorry for him, he could not forgive Neon, he thought he was petty, although he could not forgive her, he wanted to protect her. Falling into chaos.

I thought I should choose one of them, but I couldn't choose. My indecision turned into self-loathing, making my thoughts more of a maze. When I was told that my thoughts and feelings were not contradictory, that they could co-exist, the Goo I had been carrying for months would disappear, and instead, it would become weaker.

Seeing this, Sora smiled somewhat amusedly, lifted her forehead and said.

"You are really kind and good, but you take yourself too seriously."

"Sorry... but I am saved. I feel much better."

Hearing Sora's smile and words, he glared at me with slightly pouting eyes, but he also smiled gently, raising his arms as high as he could as if doing a little stretching exercise, straightening his back with his arms.

The dark circles under his eyes were still very dark, but as he said, it was easy to see that the mental burden had been lifted.

However, when Kurapika lowered his arms and said this, that smile immediately turned into a blank expression.

"It's crazy to report at a time like this, I'm sorry, I even met my complaints, but I'm saved. The mental burden Training of going with her Ren is because I am strong."

"... Kurapika. Do you really understand why I want to date you?"

Kurapika tilted his head in response to Sora's angry eyes and voice.

It seems he had completely forgotten the reason Sora came all the way to the Nostrade Family.

Kurapika, who was showing off for the first time in a long while, calmed down a little, but Kurapika was already fully equipped with the spirit of being a slave to society.

"Kurapika. Let's live together."

"What are you saying suddenly!?"

Due to time and content, Kurapika refuted the overly sudden proposal, but Kurapika's protest was knocked down by Sora's immediate response.

"I suddenly wanted to say it!! Why are you still going to work without resting when the problem of you burying yourself in work has been solved to a certain extent!!

Seriously, you are a workaholic! What is it!? If I take a break, will I have withdrawal symptoms, will my limbs not stop shaking? In that case, even if I kidnap you, I will make you rest, and lock you up until your poisoning symptoms disappear!!"

Sora's statement was more correct, not the other way around.

It was true that people around me were telling me to rest, making me worry, but even if the reason I couldn't rest was solved, I hadn't thought about resting. Closed his mouth.

"This is certainly my fault, but why does it lead to the conclusion that I should live with you!!"

However, because his heart was smart, he quickly realized that the reason Sora was angry did not lead to the proposal of living together and argued endlessly.

However, although Kurapika's rebuttal should have been correct, Sora immediately answered with a puzzled expression, as if saying: "Why don't you understand?"

"Because even if you didn't have that girl, you have nowhere to live anyway. Adapt to your work as quickly as possible, show your ability, and climb up. You level up together, reach in." Work you shouldn't be doing, really don't know when to rest.

But if you have a home to return to, you might want to go home after you finish your work to a certain extent.

"Noisy! Yeah, sorry, made you worry! Also, that 'just in case' method is not rest!! Don't use it at any time!!"

"Then, do something about your business ethics first, this can only be considered a desire for death by overwork!!"

Sora looked confused, guessing the reason he was a workaholic who had nothing to do with Neon, and linked it to the Suggestion I thought was hard to understand.

It was embarrassing for Sora to see through his own thoughts and actions, and the final "emergency measure," if it were Sora, that was really possible, or rather, he would definitely do it, so Kurapika apologized. This reversal was also quickly Recapture-ed by a valid argument.

Seeing Kurapika biting his lip in dissatisfaction, silent when he pointed out something he couldn't refute, Sora sighed, as if saying "no way," then sat on the bed. Asked again.

"Kurapika, would you mind living Together with me?"

Sora looked straight at Kurapika and asked.

His face was no longer angry or surprised at Kurapika's corporate slavery, but he looked much younger than his age, seeming to be worried about something.

"Frankly speaking, my proposal was not for you, but because I want to live Together with you.

I just said it suddenly because I thought your company's slave behavior was terrible, but I still proposed it in the near future. You and I finally got ID cards that can be used publicly, and we also got a permanent residence... so I felt it would be good for me to return to where you are."

Facing such a face, he spoke the true meaning of that sudden proposal.

Indeed, I was worried about Kurapika and surprised, but that was just an afterthought. I admit that I made this Suggestion not for him, but for myself.

"So... if you don't want to live Together with someone like me..."

"I don't think so."

I won't tell you until the end.

Kurapika, who understood what Sora was worried about, suppressed his shame and dispelled Sora's unease.

"... There is no such thing at all... I wouldn't say 'let's become a family' to someone who has such thoughts, and I wouldn't hold your hand when you say that.

............ Even for me, the place I should return to is decided to be where you are."

Sora, who seems overly confident but is actually inferior and negative, tries his best not to misunderstand and avoids misunderstandings.

Although he couldn't look directly at Sora's face, Sora, who was inversely proportional to me, became excited because of Kurapika's words. With that tension, Sora leaned forward and said Hatsu.

"Really! Then let's live Together!!"

"Refuse."

"Why!?"

However, Kurapika's answer was ruthless.

He answered sharply as if asking where the previous embarrassment had gone, and Sora inadvertently interjected with a phrase his acquaintance liked most, but seeing Kurapika raise his face again, he was a little puzzled.

Kurapika was still shy and blushing, glaring at her with a few tears in his eyes, which was really too cute. Sora wanted to save it in a photo forever, but it looked like he was just stubbornly shy and stubbornly refusing. Sora guessed it wasn't.

Although I had already guessed this much, Sora still didn't understand.

"... Are you really okay?"

"? What?"

Kurapika Stick-ed to the meaning of the question.

"... Are you really going to live with me? Four years ago... you mean living with me now, not the me when I was a child?"

Not understanding the meaning of Kurapika's question, he stood up abruptly from the chair with a flushed face, stood in front of him, and looked down at him.

"—I told you to consider your own and my gender."

Saying this, Kurapika's right hand grabbed his shoulder, he didn't understand anything.

I don't even think this makes sense.

I don't understand.

But, I don't understand, I don't understand, but————

"... Sorry."

"Yes?"

Without waiting for Sora to answer anything, Kurapika let go of the hand on Sora's shoulder and apologized hurriedly: "What are you talking about?"

This reaction unnecessarily deepened Sora's suspicion and made him confused.

I don't understand anything.

Kurapika's stubborn questioning, Kurapika looked down at her with a frustrated face, that hand grabbing her shoulder for a moment, but certainly enough to push her away, but in the end, the reason why I did nothing and left was...

Kurapika's hand grabbed his shoulder, and for a moment full of strength, Sora stiffened. Kurapika breathed a sigh of relief, but for some reason, Sora didn't understand why he smiled and apologized.

Kurapika didn't just look satisfied, but continued with an incredulous face.

"... Did I happen to find that I have no sense of crisis at all?"

"Kurapika, I don't know what you believe?"

"So that's it. Think about it yourself, Pakunoda."

Mercilessly dispelling Sora's doubts, Kurapika did not sit on the chair and walked straight to the door.

"Are you going home?" Sora asked with a hunched back.

Why did you refuse immediately even though you thought this was the place you should return to?

"We do have a public ID, but unlike you, I use it to act as a Mafia member.

It's impossible for me to live with you like this.

You say you don't care about anything, but I care. Even if you don't care about me, if there are enemies from you or something involved with me, even if I easily repel them, you will still feel guilty, right? Same for me.

... To me, the place where you are should be the place to return to, so I don't want you to be threatened there. So I can't accept your Suggestion."

On the way, Sora shouted: "I'm fine, I don't care!!"

This time, Sora was knocked down by a righteous argument, but Sora did not shut up like Kurapika.

Although I know his words are true, I don't accept it.

"Don't be silly! Why do you always imagine bad things and try to do what you don't want to do, just to prevent the worst from happening!

It's as if that Neon child is possessed by a Demon! Why not decide your own unhappiness and make a choice to become happy!?"

Kurapika's words were right, but after concluding that his own path was basically filled with misfortune, he pointed out that this was a valid argument and shouted with an expression as if he were about to cry.

He thought that choosing not to do important things was a mistake, precisely because he did not want to lose them.

Kurapika responded to that shout.

Unusually, his face wore a childish, slightly annoying smile, as if a prank had succeeded.

"I know you can't trust me because I have a criminal record, but listen to the end, you idiot.

Who said this Suggestion is unacceptable for the rest of my life?"

"…………Huh?"

Noticing Kurapika's expression and appearance from his response, and seeing Sora's dazed face, Kurapika answered with a smile.

Kurapika's answer. Tell Sora which future you want to reach.

"Participating in the business behind the scenes is nothing more than a means to regain the eyes of my kin.

Of course, I know that washing my feet cannot resolve the grudges I bought... but as long as I get rid of the organization's shackles, I can stay by your side. At least, the grudges I bought unknowingly are less likely to turn against you, and I might lose you.

... Sora. Because I want to return to your side, it's impossible right now. There are too many things to clean up before you go home.

So... I will be careful not to fall or die from overwork, but let me push myself a little longer. I want to receive that Suggestion as soon as possible, so I cannot rest, and I don't want to rest."

Responding to Kurapika's answer, Sora's round eyes gradually narrowed, and Aogyoku's eyes, covered with a thin layer of tears, turned into the shape of a smile, and the meaning of the tears also changed.

"... Say that from the beginning. Unfortunately, I don't believe you would come up with such a positive thought."

Kurapika said with a blushing face, "I'm sorry!" and slammed the door open.

However, when he turned around after walking into the hallway from the open door, he still couldn't get rid of the redness, but he wiped away the shame and stubborn anger, and smiled gently to tell Sora.

"... Sorry, I came at this time. Long time no see, Sora. See you in a while."

Because he didn't know when he would see her again, Kurapika didn't want to say a shameful goodbye by shouting at her, so he chose to smile.

Smiling to talk about a reunion, instead of a farewell.

"Yeah, long time no see, Kurapika. I understand why you have to push yourself, but even so, you should take a break when you go home today."

And Sora also responded to Kurapika's words, saying something a bit meddlesome, and waved with a smile.

It was a happy, joyful, sunny smile.

Kurapika quietly closed the door, feeling relieved and a little pained at the moment he grabbed his shoulder trying to push him down, but that slight yet firm smile convinced him that there was no fear in the field.

Then, he muttered to himself while walking in the hallway.

"... I... I don't know what's going on..."

He complained about Sora, who was alone, understood nothing, and didn't understand what Kurapika wanted to say, and hated himself.

I know I have no right to complain. I understand that it is wrong for me to be dissatisfied with Sora's insensitivity and Parkunoda's actions.

That kind of dissatisfaction is one you have no right to cling to unless you give a clear "answer" and take action.

I know how rude it is to rely on her ignorance and dullness, and stay by her side without giving her an answer.

Kurapika still couldn't think of an answer.

"—I'm a coward, I'm a coward."

My self-loathing grew, and I spat out the self-deprecating words I couldn't keep in my chest, but this did not alleviate the accumulated disgust.

Sure enough, in the name of "love," the answer that he didn't need a name and escaped his sight came out.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have been irritated by Sora's childish Suggestion of "living together" without any sense of danger.

Even for a moment, he gave up and didn't think, "I will push him down."

I realized long ago that my thoughts were "love." Admit it. That's why I still don't have an answer.

Should I give up, throw away that "love," and continue to be by her side as before, as family, as a brother, facing her "love"?

Should I confess to her that I want her to see the same "dream" as I do?

If you don't answer what kind of relationship you want to build with Sora, and treat this relationship with an appropriate sense of distance, in a world where a cruel creature called a "Magician" exists, you will end up hurting her more. Then, even if advised by a "Goddess," I couldn't listen at all, and I couldn't stand being in a halfway position that was convenient for myself.

Even though I hate myself very much, I can't find an answer.

I don't want to leave Sora.

Because I cannot give up that answer, I cannot choose the options I must decide on before I get that answer.

Can I really abandon this "dream" because I was irritated by the previous Suggestion? Can you still continue to be her "younger brother"?

Will she accept her "dream" so defenselessly and innocently, without knowing that Kurapika is a man and she is a woman?

If they don't accept us, what will happen to our relationship? Can it be repaired over time? Or... won't there be a gap in my life where I can't even talk casually?

Only such anxiety occupied my thoughts, and no answer came out.

I think I've improved a lot, thanks to my provocations and provocations at Yorkshin, but it's no wonder Sora still doesn't trust me. When I raised the angle, it suddenly appeared.

"! Sorry! Are you okay?"

Kurapika was about to bump into someone coming down from the emergency stairs on the way from the elevator to the Hotel exit, and he looked behind him as if something was chasing him.

More accurately, Kurapika's foot was tripped by the opponent who jumped out of the emergency stairs unintentionally, Kurapika just lost his balance slightly, but the opponent fell spectacularly.

At that time, the hat I was wearing fell off, and I noticed the long black hair I had pushed into the hat flowed out.

The other party was dressed in men's clothing, but was a woman. Kurapika was at a loss, but found that no matter how he estimated, she was about the same age as Kurapika, and if he did it badly, she was only a year or two older than Gon or Killua.

No matter how you look at it, the time, the place, the age of the person you are dating, the fact that she ran down the emergency stairs to escape, and the way she dressed to deceive her gender, no matter how you look at it, this girl has something going on.

I'm sorry if I'm wrong, but if you are involved in prostitution, some trouble will happen, and running away is the most logical situation and opponent, so usually you wouldn't want to get involved, but Kurapika is so much that he can't say too much to Sora. He is also sweet to children. Given his essential characteristics, he is not an object that can be isolated.

"Beautiful"

So, I suddenly grabbed the girl's arm, and she picked up her hat and put it back on, about to run away.

No matter the situation, Kurapika couldn't let a teenage girl go out at such a time, so he just stopped her, but after grabbing her, he regretted it again.

If you do such a thing without knowing what the other party is doing, you will be scolded and called a harasser. Because I realized this is a behavior one cannot complain about even if it is done.

So, when the girl turned around and glared at Kurapika with sharp eyes, I felt sick; it was fortunate the girl did not scream.

Instead, the young girl stared at Kurapika's face for a while—that face like a Japanese doll, round eyes, half-open mouth, just like a rabbit.

Kurapika realized his reaction was not much different from his age, and thought he might be surprised by this.

"I apologize for suddenly detaining you.

If I am fine, I will send it to the destination. If you do not trust me, I will give you the taxi fare; you shouldn't be out alone anyway."

After hearing Kurapika's words, the young girl's eyes widened even more, then she smiled and said, "You are so kind."

Being blunt made Kurapika feel embarrassed, but not having to be on guard or trust him for the moment also made Kurapika feel relieved.

And the girl chuckled, saying why she would go out at such a time.

"Then please trust my words and let me take a taxi.

I once ran away from home, but I regretted many things and got scared, so I was just about to go home."

Facing the young girl who stuck out her Tongue while speaking, Kurapika replied "I understand" while secretly performing Materialization on the Chain on his ring finger to confirm her reaction.

The chain swayed slightly; he hadn't expected her to tell the truth to a man she met for the first time, so this was an expected reaction.

The only thing that vibrated the chain was the part where she said she was running away from home. Just as I was about to take it out of my wallet, I heard the sound of the elevator behind me.

"What? Kurapika, what are you doing..."

Almost at the same time the elevator opened, as Kurapika turned back to respond to the voice he heard, Sora, wearing only a coat over a t-shirt and hot pants, stepped out of the elevator.

Why is she here? For a moment, Kurapika wondered, but then he noticed and understood what Sora was holding.

Sora came to return the coat Kurapika had accidentally forgotten.

Realizing this, Kurapika tried to say thank you and apologize for the trouble caused, but at the same time, Kurapika noticed something else.

Sora looked at him, realizing that for some reason, he was making a big fuss.

"…I was just asking, what are you doing?"

"What do you think you are!?"

When Kurapika realized what kind of misunderstanding Sora had about this question, he was angry, but Sora was not that bad.

No matter how you look at it, a man taking a large-denomination bill out of his wallet in front of a girl at a Hotel and trying to hand it over is a police matter. When Kurapika didn't ask questions or report it, Sora trusted and treated Kurapika kindly.

In fact, what attracted her was a spectacle only seen in prostitution venues; Sora certainly did not suspect Kurapika.

However, she could not imagine the situation that led to the scene that made prostitution impossible, but she seemed to ask only because she couldn't imagine it.

"Ahaha, sorry."

The young girl, who was sent to the nearest taxi stand to the Hotel by Kurapika and Sora, smiled and apologized for the two's interaction, then got into the taxi.

And the young girl finally waved and said.

"Thank you, Miss Kurapika and Miss Sora."

Saying this, the taxi carrying the young girl began to run. They had temporarily given the name of the Nostrado Group and also noted the company name and number, so the driver would not imitate anything unprofessional, so the two who were sweet to children were at ease on the way home.

It was just a small problem.

When Kurapika sent Sora to the Hotel, he pointed at Sora: "That girl, because I misunderstood you, said 'I don't have that kind of hobby,' so she likely mistook Kurapika for a woman." An interesting story with a punchline that makes you frustrated.

Both Kurapika and Sora thought this was the end of the story.

"Why are you going home?"

"Why should I complain about coming back?"

The next morning, at a meeting in the office, when I told Sora about the story of last night between me and Sora, it was Kurapika's personal hesitation; for some reason, Wese said something dissatisfied, and Kurapika also retorted.

However, it wasn't just Wese who argued with Kurapika, but the person who started the fight.

"No, what on earth are you going home for? Are you going home there, is it normal?"

"Going to a Hotel where the opposite sex is staying in the middle of the night, and coming back after finishing work, this is not just a madman."

"I mean, how can you go home in that situation? What do you want to do?"

"Let's go back to what I wrote. 'I was prepared to suffer when I was with you, but I only suffered when I wasn't with you,' aren't we the ones struggling?"

"That's none of your business!!"

Squala, Wese, Rinsen, and Bashou looked on dumbfounded in order, saying it was unnecessary and too vulgar, which made Kurapika very annoyed.

Senritsu watched their interaction with a wry smile while making tea for the number of people.

The reason Kurapika was teased was just because he was the only one who reacted according to his age. Madly.

Kurapika and the others, who had been teasing Senritsu's sudden movements, were all stunned, but when Kurapika heard the news content that was not BGM, he widened his eyes just like Senritsu and turned to the TV.

The news reported a murder case. It was also a rather bizarre murder case where he was torn to pieces while he was still alive.

The scene of the incident was the Hotel where Sora was staying, and the news anchor told us that the victim was a young woman.

"The victim is a guest of the Hotel, Cecily Hanks, 20 years old..." When seeing the victim's name and photo, Kurapika felt relieved.

Others didn't even remember which Hotel Sora was staying at, understanding what Kurapika and Senritsu were worried about.

"What, don't threaten me. Or rather, I'm sorry, but that woman won't die that easily."

"…Or rather, I'm sorry to say this, but she has nothing to do with this, right?"

"I am rude to both of you. …But I cannot deny either of them, it is painful. Just in case, let's check."

Kurapika couldn't help but get angry at Squala's relaxed words and Rinsen's relatively serious questioning, so he took out his Mobile Phone, really wanting to call Sora.

Of course, I don't think Sora is the culprit, but looking back, the possibility of that idiot who gets her whole body into that kind of trouble is too high, so I called her to confirm.

But before dialing the call, Senritsu noticed it first.

Capturing sound with her overly complex ears.

"Wait, Kurapika."

"? Neon Nostrade?"

Before he knew it, his job had changed from Neon's escort to Light's assistant; the other colleagues all called Light "Boss" and Lady Aoru "Neon," but Kurapika couldn't help but call him by his full name.

"Yeah, I'm really in a rush to run, and my heartbeat is also very chaotic."

Senritsu answered Kurapika's question in confusion, and at the same time, the office door opened.

Just as Senritsu had said, having just woken up and still wearing pajamas with messy hair, Neon sat down the moment the door opened, gasping for air.

As she sat down, she breathed painfully while gritting her teeth, nearly biting her Tongue, her body trembling; Neon looked up at Kurapika and said:

"No... I don't like it... Why... Why are you always like this..."

"!? What happened!? What happened!?"

Even though Senritsu had told him in advance, he was still surprised by Neon's panicked arrival, as if she had been pursued by something far more than he had imagined; Kurapika forgot his honorifics and walked up to Neon to ask.

"Mimi... I saw it. I saw it again... Just now, I... saw the future again..."

Senritsu and Wese stroked my back to calm me down, Neon said, panting.

Looking straight at Kurapika, Neon tells you the vision of the future.

"—I saw you... Kurapika... dead."

At the same time as Neon's words, I felt someone laughing.

Kurapika looked at the source of the sound; his arm felt somewhat Heavy.

Let the eyes be filled with Aura.

A "Demon" clinging to his arm, its lips vivid as death, looked up at Kurapika and grinned, baring its teeth.

The interpretation of Neon's ability and the consideration of tastes and preferences seem to have pros and cons, but since this is a secondary creation based on personal hobbies, I would be grateful if you could say: "This is how this work is."

And I'm afraid this guest character might be relatively difficult to understand, but at this stage, I will clearly state the information about who comes from which work.

Or rather, I was too nostalgic and forgot the details, so I watched it again and hurriedly added descriptions. Rather than being a hint about the guest character, this is a truly necessary depiction as foreshadowing.