Chapter 55: Disturbance

"Master, long time no see! Has your menopause subsided?"

"Don't get into fights when you meet people!!"

The moment they met in the lobby of the Hotel where they were to rendezvous, Biscuit blew Sora away; Sora said this with a very beautiful smile, using a gorgeous uppercut as usual.

And even though they fell headfirst as usual, Krow and Sora would stand back up, but this was different from the usual. I looked down and spoke first.

"You brat, how exactly do you see me?

A month after leaving my lecture, what are you saying when you see me? Eh?"

Usually, he wouldn't treat Sora's teacher as a teacher, so he would just hit him once as part of physical contact, but this time he seemed very angry, grabbing Sora by the collar and saying, the person with the problem threw the counter away with a blank look on his face.

"Huh? When I said I was reunited with my younger brother, he immediately replied, 'You've become handsome? Bring him back after the exam ends.' Didn't you say that?"

"What are you explaining!? I'm sorry I said that in the first sentence, so just forget it now! Or rather, seriously, don't worry!!"

Before passing the exam, when Sora reported to me on the phone with a happy expression, I couldn't help but speak my true feelings instead of saying, "That's good." Biscuit had a slightly repulsive taste, but he rarely apologized honestly.

"No, no, I'm sorry, Master, I was worried about you."

When Biscuit apologized, Sora apologized too. But when he apologized, he apologized, and Biscuit's face turned red.

Apparently, this disciple was not offended by the little Biscuit's remarks about menopause, but was angry at him for leaving home for nearly a month without contact to keep up with the heir of the Zoldyck family. Knowing he was angry at me.

And for the surprisingly shy and honest Biscuit, having an honest apology and his true feelings understood was truly too embarrassing.

"I, I'm not particularly worried about you! You know, no matter who you are, you can't survive, so don't worry about it now! I'm worried that I won't be involved in your affairs." It's already done!"

So, Biscuit seemed to be covering up her crimson cheeks, turning around to continue looking for excuses.

Considering her actual age, there was a limit to her childishness, but just looking at her appearance, she was cute and fit. Sora smiled and said: You." Accepting all excuses and true intentions.

Bisque glared at Sora, although he was annoyed by the disciple who was much more mature than himself, even though he knew it was an outburst, Sora still smiled, even though he was glared at.

"Master did a good job."

"Stop talking!"

"Yes, I understand. Ah, but Master. If you are not in menopause, please remember this."

"You don't know anything, do you?!"

Biscuit wanted to get angry at Sora again for still joking about menopause, but Sora ignored Biscuit and said with a smile.

"You know, Master. I love you, and I still allow you to want to see a handsome guy as part of menopause treatment, but if it's not that, I don't want to because I love you too much, but it's just a color. If you mess with Kurapika for a stupid reason, I will kill you."

He said this with a flower-like smile and a pair of blue sky eyes without a single cloud.

I am serious.

"... Um, I'm really sorry for the first word. Sorry."

Bisque instinctively used honorifics to apologize for the serious murderous intent directed at him for the first time since they started dating nearly four years ago. I thought I understood Sora's bluffs better than her, but this made me realize my understanding was still naive.

"I'm glad you can understand." Sora lowered the brightness of his eyes and smiled brilliantly as usual, with a stiff smile.

Seeing Biscuit's stiff smile, Sora tilted his head, perhaps not realizing that he had made Biscuit seriously prepare for death.

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Why are you here?!"

Bisque instantly forgot her preparation for death, rushed to the side of the disciple who wanted to sell him a fight, and then returned to the companion he met during the Hunter Exam.

However, after he rushed in, he realized it was irrelevant or unrelated to Sora.

Sora was summoned on the grounds of preaching about the various troubles he caused during and after the Hunter Exam, but it was actually just an excuse, and he didn't mean to preach seriously.

For Biscuit, who knew Sora's personality and situation like the back of his hand, he thought that what she did this time was handled peacefully, and first of all, no matter how much she said, she barely reflected, but basically that was it. It was very clear they wouldn't let me live.

So Biscuit's true intention was just to meet and talk to him to ensure Sora's physical and mental safety.

Although frustrating, I also know that Sora understands it too correctly, even though he doesn't want people to know it.

This is why Sora was finally able to meet again. Younger brother Kurapika in both cases, the Zoldyck family, the family you least want to be enemies with in this world, even pretended to fight them and then took them out. Younger brother Killua Biscuit knew that after leaving this world, he came to take a good look at himself.

So, let it be, although I think saying "Enough. Have a nice day" and sending him away is an adult response, he will definitely try to return to the vortex of trouble after worrying. The disciple is very annoyed.

In this case, unfortunately, there is almost no parental affection, saying: "I'm worried, so please don't do dangerous things." If anything, my mindset is, "Give me back my worries! I'd rather suffer a terrible pain once!"

So, when Bisque considered giving me some "just in case" tasks, I was sought out, not the Hunter's back exam.

"Wow wow wow wow, isn't this Mr. Biscuit Krueger!"

It is exquisite, and it is also the worst.

The moment Biscuit called him, the moment he realized who the voice was, Biscuit's face was twisted to the point that it could only be said that he bit a bitter bug.

"! Hage, what's wrong!? My makeup is off!"

"What do you mean!?"

Bisque turned to face the person calling him and punched to interrupt Sora's words.

If possible, I would love to pretend I didn't hear him leave, but I was too afraid of what would happen if I did that, because of the position and relationship I had with the other party.

Using sarcastic words is painless, but this man's shortcomings and weaknesses I know very well that it works best in the worst case.

I know this might not be a good thing, but I want to know how much damage Bisque did by not listening to him later, to himself, to his teacher, and to this organization called the Hunter Association. I don't know what to do, so I swallowed as many bitter bugs as possible, put a smirk on my face, and looked back.

Thinking about it afterwards, I could handle it because after taking out the frustration of Sora's insults, I felt a bit refreshed, but I wasn't particularly grateful, because Sora's words were also remarks.

You really don't have to thank them.

The man had a doubtful smile, not caring at all about Sora, who was bitten and fainted by Biscuit.

"Long time no see, Mr. Biscuit."

He put on a farce as if he had just realized the reason he was talking to Biscuit, her true purpose.

"Oh? Could it be that you are talking about the disciple you mentioned?"

So, instead of being grateful, Biscuit developed deep sympathy.

"... I don't know what rumors you heard, but this has nothing to do with you.

And? What do you want? Vice Chairman Pariston"

Pariston's speech is blunt and one-sided; whether he is flattering or mocking Biscuit, boasting or being humble, it is simply annoying.

At the end of his words, he said, "It is an honor to meet you in such a place," but of course, Biscuit does not believe this is a Coincidence.

Without a doubt, Biscuit knows very well that this man has some kind of interest in Sora and has come to see him.

Conversely, it was too late for Sora to make contact after obtaining his License and turning professional, so I think I am lucky that he could come while I was Together with him.

But at the same time, I can imagine that they also came with some kind of intention at this time.

Presumably, he had known of Sora's existence for a long time; he set up a stage from which he could not Escape, and the person who runs away would cause the worst-case scenario by setting up a series of schemes—the purpose of which they do not understand, but I understand everything.

In other words, when Pariston appears, they can only dance on his palm. Sora asked Biscuit silently.

"…Master, who is this handsome guy who wants to hook his nose?"

It is rare for him to see through the atmosphere and speak in a volume the other party cannot hear; Biscuit felt that if he were weak, he should say more, but for some reason, she said: "Rarely say 'Hatsu'. I don't care."

Sora responded to Biscuit's thrust while keeping his volume down.

"Because, if you blow it up, something dangerous will happen. You are the type of person who would use your own death as Material, right?"

In response, Sora knew at a glance what kind of person… no, what kind of creature the other party was, teaching his disciples.

"That is Hunter Association Vice Chairman Pariston Hill. …Sora, don't talk nonsense, be a shell."

"Received."

Sora obeyed Biscuit's instruction without doubt and closed his mouth like a shell.

However, Pariston's next statement made Sora say it was like shellfish roasting on a net.

"Even so, Mr. Biscuit is as cute as ever, but his disciples are also incredibly beautiful; it is a pleasure to meet you. Just talking to you makes me feel like I am holding flowers in my hand; I am truly happy."

"Your taste is too poor."

"What are you saying!? I mean, not only do you not respect me and this guy, but you say it like that—is that okay!?"

Bisque knew that this idiot disciple had already lost his head and almost pierced his own stomach, but if he correctly understood the danger and the type of danger of the opponent, this instinct for survival—I thought he was too loyal to her and wouldn't say anything superfluous even if he collapsed, but Sora is, after all, tilted upward without any distortion.

Such a diagonally upward wind-breaker cannot be corrected by Biscuit's thrust, and it still rushes diagonally upward.

"I did not disrespect you!"

"I have known I was beautiful since I was born, but I am a special kind of beauty, said to be bisexual or asexual rather than neutral, so I can only think of those who say they like me as gay or bisexual; my teacher doesn't look good. Because she is a beautiful girl, a straight lolicon, knowing her true age, she has a disgusting tendency!"

"See if you are confident or self-deprecating!"

He puffed out his chest and threw Sora onto the head of the provocation, and Biscuit temporarily made him shut up. However, the difficulty of adjusting the force to pull him down seemed much easier than usual, because Sora was very happy about the reputation of being a "beautiful girl."

Pariston, who was declared to have "bad taste," was startled by Sora's sudden remarks, but he didn't seem to care at all, with a fresh smile on his face that hadn't changed from the beginning, "No, really. Rumor has it that he is a unique person."

And with a meaning different from Illumi, with a smile that can only be called "sticky," the monster beast said.

"…If the rumors are true, then is this rumor true?"

He slid silently like a Snake from Biscuit to Sora's side, stared at her face, reflected Sora in her gloomy eyes, stared at her night-sky-colored pupils, and asked with a smirk.

"Do you really have eyes that are very rare and beautiful, like the 'Scarlet Eyes' of the Kurta, that can even remove the thoughts of the dead?"

Sora did not answer. I closed my mouth like a shell according to Biscuit's instructions.

She said nothing, just stared straight into the other party's eyes.

Eyes as bottomless as a black hole and an endless night sky, where there was light, but one did not know where the light source was or what it was, so deep that one could not see the other side.

They slid across each other's surfaces, and then they looked at each other in silence for a while, as if trying to see through the other's Abyss… they exchanged gazes that were too inorganic.

"It has nothing to do with you!"

Biscuit inserted herself between the two again, completely throwing away the social etiquette she didn't want to hide on the surface, and yelled at him.

Sure enough, this man, as expected, gritted his teeth at the way he was interested.

Biscuit is neither an administrative manager of the Hunter Association, nor a direct subordinate of Netero, nor a playmate of the Zodiacs. Incommensurate with the Vice Chairman, his sympathizers, cooperative Hunters, attacked and said, `The Chairman's disciple is not polite. I know it can be used as Material. `

Of course, I know Netero is not that cute and swayed by sarcasm, but I also know that this guy cannot end with that level of sarcasm, so I know what I am saying and doing. Even if he immediately regretted his actions, Biscuit did not have any intention of correcting or apologizing; she just hid Sora with her small body, protected him on her back, and glared at Pariston.

"Oh dear, Mr. Biscuit. Please don't say such cold things~."

"It's true that I'm too busy with my duties as Vice Chairman, and I haven't been able to do any activities as a Hunter lately, but I am still a Hunter, so even if it has nothing to do with my field, if someone says there are eyes as beautiful as or even more beautiful than those 'Scarlet Eyes', my curiosity is piqued, and if I know the miserable end of the Kurta Tribe, I will worry about your disciple as a Hunter and as a person."

However, Pariston brushed off Bisque's angry shouts and glaring eyes, and while he appeared to be humble, he actually didn't apologize for anything, pushing through by affirming his own words and actions. This is truly what is meant by "polite but rude."

While becoming even more irritated by Pariston's words and actions, at the same time, Bisque screamed in her heart, "Don't say unnecessary things, you idiot!!"

While dripping cold sweat at the killing intent that erupted for just a moment behind her.

It is hard to say it myself, but Sora would definitely have died on the day he let Kurapika Escape and parted ways if not for Bisque, and if she didn't take care of him, he would eventually die in the wilderness, or lose his reason and purpose for living and end up as a broken madman who is just not dead, so although his words and actions are like that, Sora truly admires Bisque and feels indebted to her. Bisque is convinced that even if she makes somewhat unreasonable demands, he will laugh and immediately answer "Okay" as part of repaying the favor.

Even though her eyes didn't go as far as the deep-red rage of Celeste Blue, she raised the brightness to Sky Blue just before that and declared "I will kill you" to Bisque; the survivor of the "Kurta Tribe" that Pariston has been bringing up is her last foundation of sanity and the source of her worst madness. It is a weakness and a reverse scale. Sometimes, it is the beloved she wants to protect, even more than her core, which is "not wanting to die."

It is not that the content of Pariston's statement itself insults the Kurta Tribe, but if he says "the miserable end of the Kurta Tribe" with his frivolous attitude, even an unrelated Bisque would not feel good hearing it.

Biscuit is the same, so for Sora, his words are like pulling at Sora's anger.

I glanced at the disciple behind me; Sora lowered his head slightly, covering his eyes with the inner corners of his eyes, as if to reduce the pressure on his eyes.

Discovering that the other party's words were a despicable provocation, Biscuit found herself calmer than she had imagined, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief, ordering him with her gaze: "Please, be quiet!"

But of course, even if this idiot apprentice noticed Biscuit's gaze, he would not obey obediently.

Raising his head, Sora's eyes were still the usual indigo. I don't know if it was because I was worried that I shouldn't show what I was doing to this person, or if I just didn't want to show it to those who treated the tragedy of the Kurta Tribe as a provocation, but Sora opened his mouth to ask again abnormally, his eyes not revealing that empty sky.

"Excuse me?"

She ignored her gaze and asked back with a cold face.

"What makes you interested in abdication?"

Sora changed the subject, completely ignoring the topic until now, as if to defeat it completely.

In this reply, Bisque guessed why Sora did not open his eyes—these eyes were breathtakingly beautiful, and even the counterattack of provocation could not be seen, dragging death.

This is not vigilance against Pariston, nor is it my own stubbornness.

I covered my eyes so that the clan name, which is the pride of my beloved brother, would not be spoken from his mouth, nor would the topic be brought up.

Even if he is not here now, even if Kurapika himself will never know in this lifetime, in order not to be mocked by others for his pride, for this very reason, he suppressed his own brilliance; this should be something to be angry about, to be Hidden.

In fact, he felt very angry at Pariston's flippant remarks, to the point of wanting to use his eyes to cut off his Tongue and kill him, but Sora specifically explained what kind of person he was. I know this.

This is the reason I endure.

This man is a man who can laugh in his heart no matter how much harm he receives. Because he understands that he is a monster who would even use his own death as Material to create the greatest tragedy, Sora endures like Biscuit, then quietly stares and waits.

Holding his breath, he continues to wait for the room's counterattack.

Pariston answered Sora's question with a smile.

"It's not because I'm interested, but if it's true, there is a job I would very much like to consult you about."

The smile itself had not changed from the beginning; although it is organic to describe it as a mask, it was an extremely suspicious and refreshing fake smile, showing absolutely none of her true feelings, but rather light dwelling in her pitch-black eyes, like a bottomless Swamp.

This man must understand what Sora is bearing in his heart.

He spoke with childlike joy, cruel because of his innocence.

Biscuit correctly understood what those glowing eyes meant, and with emotion, this thought surfaced in her mind.

"！Who would take that! Just go home already！！"

Transforming Sora completely into Netero and a "plaything," understanding what he acknowledges, in order to protect his disciple, he did his utmost to refuse Pariston.

However, the idiot apprentice himself surpassed Pariston's hedonistic tastes; he hated boredom to the point of despair.

"Hmm?

To Sora, who immediately denied Biscuit's refusal and announced his acceptance of the job without hesitation, Biscuit sneered, "You shut up!", but Sora, of course, did not shut up.

As usual, she spoke in a lazy way so that the other party could hear her voice without needing to look at the atmosphere.

"Master, calm down.

Sora didn't even look at Biscuit, staring at Pariston as he spoke.

"Unexpectedly, it's more like I'm begging you with the feeling of clutching at a straw; try to suppress the damage as much as possible so it doesn't result in a painful outcome."

"The moment you cling to that straw, the ending you want will be a tragedy."

No matter how one looks at it, Sora didn't think this was truly unusual, but rather enjoyed his rebuttal to Pariston.

Then, he took a cheap Ballpoint Pen from his jumpsuit pocket, spun it, raised the corner of his lip, and announced.

"A piece of advice.

To be precise, I am not an abolitionist. I haven't forgotten it, nor have I disabled it. What I can do is kill them completely."

Sora began to talk about his Nen Ability in a ridiculously honest way, but Biscuit did not interfere.

Since the color of his eyes hadn't changed, he wasn't crazy or losing his cool. So, this time, I decided to trust this thought and remained silent.

Well, at the same time, a large part of it was because of a bit of anticipation, so I kept silent.

Just like this example of "liking to eat people," it was just a friendly greeting to a broken person, infuriating everyone related to him and making him self-destruct. I am very curious what this disciple will say, and whether this person can remain calm in front of that disciple.

"I will accept this job. I will take you to any stage of tragedy.

So please remember this, okay?"

Sora held the spinning Ballpoint Pen as if holding a knife, stabbing toward Pariston like a knight's Sword.

No longer that kind of feigned expressionlessness, suppressing anger, and enduring something.

You cannot laugh because you have found room for a counterattack. She had forgotten that she was waiting for such a thing.

Pariston was no longer in Sora's line of sight. If Sora provoked him without a plan, he could do nothing, but if he set up a track for him that he had to walk on, that would be convenient for Sora.

Because the future is undecided, it is invincible, because it is undecided.

Sora knows that once confirmed, it is easy to destroy.

So Sora smiled and announced.

Because I am deeply convinced that the ending of the stage created by the opponent, the Fate of the track, is a tragedy, I am really looking forward to my own victory at the end of the tragedy, and the happy ending at my destination, and with a laugh, Sora let out a heavy sigh.

"I hope the stage and script I prepared are all destroyed by me."

Hearing Sora's declaration of war, Pariston and Biscuit laughed at the same time.

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"Mr. Beyond? I'll let Sora Shiori take over for the time being.

Hmm, as expected, it's diagonally above the rumors! Don't get involved in the conversation!

Is he simple or complex, cautious or bold, cowardly or brave, I can't tell at all! I'm a bit like Needle San, but as long as he is more interesting than Needle San, I won't dislike him. It's a bit disappointing, but more importantly, she is an interesting girl!"

Leaving the Hotel, the first thing to do is to make a call to a stranger, and in the near future, Pariston is going to report to the man who is about to become his "accomplice," laughing very excitedly.

《I expected this, but it's unfortunate that a woman is liked by you. And the ability? 》

The man on the other end of the phone... Beyond was a bit annoyed by Pariston's high tension, and after speaking his mind, he quickly got to the point.

However, although I had anticipated it, the main subject was almost futile.

"Sure enough, at this point, you didn't even let me see the ability to change eye color, which is really disappointing.

But he did give us some understanding of his ability. After all, it doesn't seem to be entirely an exemption."

《……Not lifting the applied Nen Ability, not nullifying the effect, is it an ability to "kill"? 》

Pariston raised the corner of his mouth and answered the question Beyond raised with a smile.

"……Yeah. Yes, that's what I call myself. That's why I was scolded, saying I should be prepared for the stage and script I prepared to be destroyed.

Mr. Beyond, what should we do?"

"You know"

Interrupting Pariston, who was really happy and having a good time, the man on the phone groaned as if he were thinking about something.

This time, through Pariston, I asked Sora Shiori for a job I had prepared, to understand how much of her rumored supernatural Nen Ability is true.

The abolitionist who can already nullify the thoughts of the dead has no direct relationship with Beyond's plan, but my interest in him has been long-standing, as there is no harm in recruiting him as an ally.

At first, it was just such a guess, but the more I checked the data, the more I found that the woman's ability was far from being ignored. Perhaps it is an exaggeration, but the possibility of it being powerful is so high that it seems it could destroy all living things and make them die.

If she truly possesses that kind of Spiritual Power... if she has the power to kill gods, then she is exactly the kind of person Beyond wants.

With her, Beyond, this pioneer, might not only be able to downgrade the five Disasters that humanity has already surrendered to, but also downgrade new threats to the level of "just a troublesome enemy."

However, although the information on Sora Shikiori was obtained from unethical, reliable, legal, and illegal sources as well as Hunter websites, all the incidents related to her are too random. There are too many people who do not know what caused such things, so aside from "too crazy," there is no credibility to her abilities.

Therefore, I wanted to obtain reliable information about Sora Shikiori through Pariston, but as expected, Pariston ended up taking a liking to her, which gives me a headache.

After understanding that Beyond's headache was his problem now, he reported further in a very happy voice.

"Also, Mr. Beyond, I am sorry to inform you, but to bring her into your team with one direct strike, I am afraid it is impossible.

I don't think she dislikes the unknown, the unexplored, or adventure, but she is not the type of person to risk her life to explore these things. No matter how much money I offer, I can tell he would refuse, saying: 'Absolutely not.'"

"... Hmm, if it is not a direct attack, there are still many opportunities to utilize her. For example, asking her cute 'little brother' for a favor."

Pariston's report gave me an even worse headache.

It was not because of the disappointment of being told that Sora Shikiori was not easy to obtain, but because of Pariston's voice—the voice that discovered a "gap" in her, a voice that could be seen through the Mobile Phone, the color of which was happy and joyful.

Beyond knows that Sora Shikiori's desire to survive is as abnormal as her abilities, and her personality is extremely crazy.

The former is certainly a troublesome factor for recruitment, but the more difficult the prey is, the harder it is for the hunter to catch it, so Beyond does not think this is a problem.

As for the latter personality, as long as it is as interesting as his father, for Beyond, who likes events that betray his own expectations and imagination, this is not a problem, but an element he welcomes.

The problem is that Pariston likes the same type of person, and this man himself betrays all his expectations and anticipations, so he does not feel bored, but his betrayal always develops in the worst direction.

Beyond personally finds it interesting, which is why he cooperates with him. Give some words of encouragement.

"Pariston. Not only break Sora Shikiori, but also break that guy's 'gap'."

"No, Mr. Beyond."

To Beyond's words, Pariston still scoffed, floating and frivolous. No, perhaps it is honest and sincere to answer the reason for not doing it as "because it would be a waste," but those do not become any virtue.

Beyond feels fed up with that answer, but says nothing more about Sora. Knowing that this man is the type to happily do what he is told not to do the more he is warned, being persistent is the opposite of effective.

So, he brushed off the talk about future plans a little and hung up the phone.

With the Mobile Phone he hung up in one hand, Pariston covered his mouth and laughed in a corner of the hotel entrance.

Because it seemed like it would become a loud laugh that would make people around him pull away with all their might if he didn't hold it back, he firmly covered his mouth and muttered while laughing.

"Yeah. I won't do it. Something like breaking her so soon."

Pariston Hill's values and sensibilities are distorted.

No, it might be more accurate to say they are inverted.

He does not have the desire to be loved and cherished by those he loves. He cannot think of wanting to protect and cherish the person he loves.

He felt happiness when hated by people, and he had an expression of love inverted from general values and sensibilities, wishing to hurt and break the person he loves and executing it.

The possessor of sensibilities that seem to have reached the high end of sadism and masochism, while aware that such love of his is not general and is a minority, still asks, "Is that really so strange?" Whether it is genuine or defiance, either way, without feeling ashamed, reserved, or worried, he is acting today, seeking the person he wants to love and break, and events that will blow away his boredom.

Such a man finally managed to lay a hand on someone he had been eyeing for a long time, but also someone he could not easily touch because he needed her as a future "accomplice" and as a necessary talent, even if it was only to the extent of observing the situation.

Although he knew he would definitely like it, Pariston's final degree of liking for Sora exceeded his expectations.

Honestly, I like it because I laughed a lot when I talked to Biscuit and when I talked to the teacher. Of course, it is not so vague that you cannot tell if it is intentional or natural.

Her information was obtained from this year's Hunter Exam. The gap that Sora Shikiori used. Let it become weakness and anger.

The ones she was particularly close to during the exam were four friends.

Especially one of them, a young man who is a survivor of the Kurta Tribe, is her fatal weakness, and at the same time, it is the transition from "human" to "Death God," which was clear at a glance in the death battle of the finals. The exam that did not happen.

This is why Pariston deliberately used the Kurta Tribe and "scarlet eyes" to compare Sora's eyes.

Sure enough, if Sora's blatant insult caused Sora's antipathy at this stage, it would not only hurt Sora's feelings but also hurt Beyond, who wants to recruit her as a Companion.

This is exactly what Pariston wanted, but it is foolish to lose a greater joy for a short-term, direct joy, so today Pariston is completely in a wait-and-see state.

I did not say anything directly ugly; I only said some things that made my nerves tense.

In Pariston's view, this provocation was nothing more than a nod; he was not in a bad mood, but released a burst of bloodlust, which made Biscuit, one of the most influential people in the Association, break into a cold sweat.

Of course, the bloodlust had the opposite effect on Pariston; he, like Hisoka, was thinking "today is a good day," but Pariston liked it so much that he couldn't help but want to destroy it.

Although I was angry, I was able to endure not showing it because the other party knew at a glance what kind of creature I was.

Regardless of the fact that he accepted this job immediately and the reason for accepting it, it is normal for people to think "something looks suspicious, I don't like it" when meeting for the first time, but he accurately described his own distortion and abnormality, so far from ever understanding.

And this was also the first time he smiled sincerely and happily after understanding these things, announcing that he would "kill" the stage he had built himself.

Even Netero, whom he likes most now, while being amused by his unreasonable laughter, was also genuinely happy, but at the same time, she did not care about anything.

He smiled as if to say there was nothing to worry about. Pariston was out of sight.

When I saw her smile and try to move forward, I made a decision, believing that she could "kill" the tragedy that Pariston would bring.

With this hand, she will definitely destroy it.

I am a little dissatisfied with the evaluation of "kakette-chan" by the only person who seems to dislike me, but I know this point.

Pariston was convinced that he had disappeared from Sora's eyes, and at the same time, the moment Sora lost interest in him and laughed happily, he couldn't help but develop a good feeling for her.

He wanted to hurt himself so much that he couldn't ignore him and take everything from him.

I hope that kind of bloodlust hits me again, not for a moment this time, but as long as I live.

And I want to be hated and resented by her more than anyone else, make her despair, and destroy her.

"Huhu... is this what you call 'love'?"

In an instant, Pariston, who could only think of her, operated the Mobile Phone in a happy mood, using words in a state that no one would want to express themselves like this.

While thinking about what method or means would be most effective in making her despair, the first step is to have Sora accompany her as a "helper" in the work she entrusted to her, contacting the Hunter.

Of course, the help is only in name. In reality, it is just a living storage medium used to understand Sora's ability.

Since I met Sora, I wanted to throw away the work to accompany him, but if I did that, I would be overwhelmed now and destroy it, so I am restraining myself.

Instead, I want to know how much her ability can be used, so I think I will issue instructions to the Hunters who are specifically accompanying her.

In that case, the death rate of the cooperating Hunters is high, and if the cooperating Hunters die, the possibility of letting Sora do this work is high, let alone letting him accompany you. But Pariston did not care more about Sora's ability.

Although she has the ability to kill everything, she has the madness to sacrifice anyone for survival, but she also has an incompatible madness because she really does not want to kill anyone. However, if you die without protecting it, it will have a bad aftertaste.

... Moreover, killing an opponent with one's own hands is for the sake of survival.

Pariston made a phone call in ecstasy, imagining Sora surviving while stained with someone's blood, weeping with regret and self-loathing.

"Hey, Pariston."

The smile from a few seconds ago vanished the instant he heard the call connect.

The smile barely remained, but there was no room left for it. This time, he uttered the name of the person who answered the phone with a masked, inorganic smile.

The name of the worst philanthropist, the only person I can hate.

"... Mr. Jin."

Why did you answer the phone? That question is stupid.

It is too late to find out the reason. All you have to do now is think.

How much does the other party know, how far have they set things up, and are you already walking on the tracks they laid out? Can you deviate from them?

"Sorry, Pariston. I just messed up and hurt the owner of this Mobile Phone."

Indifferent, the person on the other end of the line shouted flippantly.

Repeating the response I made to someone else exactly as it was, I realized how effective it was, and I raised what I had done and clicked my tongue inwardly.

"It's not a life-threatening injury, but it seems I won't be able to move for a while. I will take responsibility for hurting you and do things for you."

He unilaterally explained things I hadn't even asked about.

By the time this person answered the phone, Pariston had already figured it out.

I know this is a declaration of war; I have to interject, bite into my plan, take hold of the reins, and head toward the result I want the least.

This is similar to what Sora did, but for some reason, I feel extremely uncomfortable instead of having fun.

No matter how much I want to provoke him, he doesn't enter my own game, yet he keeps interfering with my own enjoyment.

"By the way, nice to meet you, Vice Chairman. Well, leave it to me, as if you were on a big ship. It's about the Amulet for the rookie Hunter."

"............ Yes."

The two communicated candidly, talking about work calmly on the surface.

When he talked about his work, Pariston thought to himself that he hadn't.

(Sorry, Beyond-san. I might destroy Jin-san with too much momentum.)

Pariston's personality is too difficult; it is very difficult to be born this way.

At first, it was supposed to be just "liking Sora a little," but in a different sense from Hisoka, Pariston's personality is super-S and super-M; compared to Sora, "the opposite of liking it." Considering his personality and the reaction to the "indifference" on the ground, I like it a little, but... Sora, I am truly sorry.

Or rather, Sora-san, Illumi, Hisoka, and all the elders who like him.