Chapter 77: Don't Let Branca Do Anything

"Hey, wake up!"

On September 2nd, the first thing Uvogin heard was the unfamiliar shouting of a man.

As I opened my still-heavy eyelids, the scene unfolded as expected.

There were two unfamiliar people and three familiar ones.

I discovered one of the familiar faces, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman, a woman with a clear expression, and the haze over my head—the haze still murky from drugs and waking up—vanished.

That ability user, who possessed a powerful binding force of chains that even the influence of drugs could not overcome, stood expressionless, showing no emotion.

Uvogin was already deeply enraged by the humiliating treatment of being captured, and seeing that expressionless face only infuriated him further.

I could have mocked the eyes full of hatred in the car, but those cold eyes, which now didn't even see me as a "weakling," seemed serious and irritating.

"Do you know what you are doing? Where were the stolen Auction Items obtained from?"

However, no matter how annoyed Uvogin was inside, there was no advantage in showing it openly in this situation, so I also used a blank face to mask my irritation.

Because of this, the Chain User did not deal with Uvogin, but rather an unfamiliar man took out a sword engraved with Kamiji and asked.

"... What time is it now? How long have I been asleep?"

Of course, from Uvogin's perspective, he had no obligation to answer such questions, so when I countered with a question, the man, whose status was small relative to the Leader's, got angry and stabbed a sword into Uvogin's body, but it was more fragile than a disposable chopstick; it seemed it might not be, it broke easily.

"!!"

If it were just a knife, that would be fine, but in this situation, everyone's eyes widened enough to shatter the sword engraved with auxiliary "Nen" Kamiji.

The Chain Master was among them, and Uvogin's intoxication subsided slightly, his thoughts returning to calm.

My question was not answered, but I checked my physical condition around 12:00 midnight; because of my stomach ailment, and in addition to the Poison I received from the sick dog of the Shadow Beast, I had been given Muscle Relaxant, so I judged it was not yet possible to move.

So, although I was reluctant, I negotiated with my mouth, and now I could move.

"Are you willing to make a deal? I will save your life, so take it off now."

Uvogin simply described his request and the reward for drinking them, as he did not consider brain politics to be his field.

But, of course, these words were not taken seriously from the start.

"Wh... what?"

"Seriously... it looks like"

"What!?"

Although not as sophisticated as Boyuetian, someone could see through the other party's mental state, so he was not mocked or ignored.

Uvogin looked at the situation before him with cold eyes, sighed wearily, and spoke again helplessly.

I told him that this was neither a negotiation nor a threat, but mercy and advice, making the greatest concession.

"Hoo... I'll say it again."

"We only want the Underground Auction items. You don't seem to know where it is, so it's useless."

At Uvogin's words, the crowd was even more confused and asked, "Didn't you steal it!?"

He finally cast a pitiful gaze at the last person who didn't even know this information, and continued to speak with a faint smile.

"Everyone has a misunderstanding; we haven't stolen anything yet."

"If you do this, I will save your life."

Perhaps feeling that Uvogin's words were serious, while everyone was speechless, only one person stepped forward and spoke.

"... What happened to the Red Coat who appeared at the Venue?"

"?"

It was the damn Chain Master who stepped forward, looked down at Uvogin, and asked.

However, I was not enraged by its presence, but rather did not truly understand the meaning of the question, and as expected, Uvogin was a bit confused.

"Answer me, did that 'Red Coat' fight with you after helping Wese? If so, what is up with that 'Red Coat'? Did it run away?"

"Do you guys know who the 'Red Coat' is?"

Having said that, I could understand that the only surviving customer helped by the Red Coat was one of their companions, but even if I understood that, I still could not understand the intent of the Chain User's question.

"What? I asked who that Red Coat is. The 3 Shadow Beasts were powerful, but that Red Coat was more murderous, or is it called Lia...!?"

At this point, the Chain Master suddenly punched Uvogin in the face.

The person who was thought to be extremely calm and composed went crazy at a point in time that could not be understood; it seemed he could not adjust the amount of aura to guard, and although it did not collapse, a large amount of fresh blood flowed from Uvogin's nostrils.

"... Is there only one of you killing each other in your mind?"

However, the Chain User was also damaged by Uvogin's "Ren," which was almost a Reinforcement System; his fist was not only stained with the other's blood but also his own.

He still held his fist, looking at himself with the same eyes as in the car, making him spit it out, and raised his fist again.

"Come on, Kurapika!"

However, the Chain User... Kurapika's inexplicable rage seemed to make the others regain their composure, and he was restrained by his companions and separated from Uvogin.

Uvogin looked at the scene before him and smiled slightly, seeming to find this somewhat "favorable," but the man who broke the sword with Kamiji looked down at him, looked down at him.

"If the Auction Items are safe, this guy has already been used, I will hand him over to the community as is."

"... In other words, the deal failed?"

Despite this, Uvogin remained smiling.

Communication with the community was left to the Leader Dalzollene, the guards of the 11th Phantom Troupe were left to the senior Squala, and the new members rested in different rooms.

By the way, Linsen and Wese were not there. After reporting the auction raid to the community, perhaps because Squala's dog was Neon's only escort, Dalzollene ordered them to return to the Hotel.

If Wese were there, perhaps I could have gotten more intelligence from him... Kurapika felt some regret in his heart, but remembering that horrific massacre that could not be called a battle with the Shadow Beasts, I didn't want to say it; on the contrary, it was better that he wasn't there. Think again.

With the power of No. 11, if you approached him while he was unconscious and tried to harm him, he would sense the signal and wake up. And if his mouth moved, then Wese was highly likely to have already become the second dance of the person with the ability to control leeches.

Thinking this, Kurapika took out his Mobile Phone and opened the received mail.

"Arrived as promised, at the same place"

Even in the body of the email, one could discern Kurapika's sticky intentions, and while Kurapika felt weary of his own choices, he was also pondering how to quit his job when Senritsu came to find him.

"Do you want a minute?"

"……What?"

Being spoken to by Senritsu, or the Phantom Troupe Spider, I wonder if I am using Ryu to drag out the exchange.

To Kurapika's reply, Senritsu shrugged.

Kurapika's behavior was much like a girl who knew her inside and out, accepting her as if saying, "It can't be helped."

"If you have business, can you make it quick?"

"Then I'll ask you a question directly, but…… Kurapika, you have a concept of 'Red Coat', right?"

Facing Senritsu's straightforward question, Kurapika's expression changed.

Her face, irritated by age and seemingly somewhat resentful, stiffened into a doll-like expressionlessness, but her heartbeat grew faster and faster. Senritsu hurriedly said this was a typical reaction triggered by anxiety.

"Kurapika, calm down. That No. 11……"

"None."

However, Kurapika interrupted Senritsu, ignoring him, and said expressionlessly.

"I don't know. I don't know. How could you, Phantom Troupe Spider, think of a reckless, foolish woman challenging this world alone!"

The expression on her face was like a doll's, but the words rejecting Senritsu gradually grew fiery, and finally, they were thrown out.

Basho had once said Red Coat was a "woman," but he had never asserted it, yet Kurapika asserted that he was a "woman."

Even Basho, who didn't care about his own Sword technique, caught Kurapika's attention, but Kurapika lowered his head, staring only at his own toes.

After hitting No. 11, he clenched his right hand that had just been treated until it bled again, his left hand clutching the Earrings hanging by his ears as he continued to look down.

His denial, no matter who heard it, was a massive lie, but even if it wasn't Senritsu, he knew what kind of psychology this was, so no one pressed him further.

No matter what you think, his words were not a lie he told to deceive or trick someone, but rather the words Kurapika himself most wanted to believe. Out.

Even Kurapika himself knew. I know how reckless my words and actions are.

If "Red Coat" is her, then her covering her face is true, because she doesn't want Kurapika to know her true identity, but she is lying, saying it is her job, taking care of her unnecessarily. Knowing it's not because I don't want to be discovered.

The reason she covers her face is not because of some foolish thing; only such a child would pretend to fail. Kurapika is convinced that this is more serious; she does it because she cares about Kurapika more than herself, not out of arrogance.

So, if I knew, I should have no interest in "Red Coat" and should continue to pretend I know nothing, but I cannot do that.

She doesn't know, she doesn't know, she whimpered and cried, wanting to Eliminate the possibility of being devoured by the twelve-legged Spider like her kin. She gritted her teeth at her own helplessness.

"……Kurapika."

Thus Senritsu continued the interrupted words. That denial was an answer to the question I posed; I learned of Kurapika's knowledge in the chat before the auction raid because I was convinced he was someone important to him.

Although it was a reality he did not want to believe, I still told him some words that made him feel relieved.

"That man…… when Red Coat came up, I was disappointed, but at the same time, I was looking forward to it.

So…… that 'Red Coat' must have escaped alive. He was frustrated that he was run off by someone worth fighting for, rather than being killed by someone else, unable to kill him with his own hands.

That is why I was looking forward to a rematch, even though I was disappointed, and Red Coat did not suffer any serious injuries. If there were any, I don't think I would enjoy the pleasure of killing each other, so there should have been some compliance mixed into my expectations, but that was not the case."

Kurapika lowered his head to listen to Senritsu's words. I do not lift my face.

However, the strength in his clenched right hand slowly loosened, and he muttered.

"……Really."

It was a very humble voice, but enough to reach Senritsu's ears.

The fact that she could not hide was that her heartbeat, which seemed to have erupted due to anxiety, began to carve out relief.

"Hey."

Kurapika, who was on the verge of erupting in many ways, calmed down, and when the members took a breath, Dalzollene returned to the room to issue instructions.

"The people from the community have arrived, I'm watching, everyone take a rest, just in case, give him muscle relaxants for three people."

He probably just wanted to win glory for himself, but he didn't force his subordinates to take care of things; instead, he took the initiative to say that one could rest after completing a simple task, so the exhausted members soon reached a low point. I started working on limited tasks.

If Kurapika were to take a break, it would save the trouble of finding excuses and getting off work. The Phantom Troupe Spider doesn't know when he will go crazy again, so I had no dissatisfaction with handing it over to the community, just silently obeying.

I followed silently behind, asking nothing.

Dalzollene didn't say anything either. I don't think I needed to say anything.

When I dispersed the Pursuit and brought them to the basement of this building, I also checked for any type of Emission. Of course, I had checked with "Ryu" to see if there were any "just in case" markers, so I was sure there was no way to find it.

Dalzollene did not notice.

I had no doubt that when I contacted the community, I was told "the Shadow Beasts have been eliminated."

I did not doubt it, but I did not notice.

If the Shadow Beast was eliminated, who let the community know? He did not notice this simple contradiction.

＊＊＊

"It's still early."

Hisoka, who was playing cards alone to pass the time, said without looking back.

Kurapika did not trust a magician sitting and slowly looking back at him, so when he used his own "Hard" to check if anyone had taught him or Hisoka himself, he was ecstatic at the excellent reaction as a Nen user. Hisoka smiled and said.

"Don't worry about fighting with you now or"

Of course, Kurapika would not believe such a thing.

I don't know, but Hisoka still said, "Phantom Troupe Spider, I will tell you something good," and it was Kurapika himself who accepted the invitation.

"I don't want nonsense.

So he began to be blunt like Senritsu.

Perhaps because he had some understanding of Kurapika's personality, Hisoka stopped provoking and instead did as Kurapika requested. The Phantom Troupe Spider began to talk.

I already knew the number of members, how to join the organization, and the activities of the organization called the Phantom Troupe in the first half, so I urged him to speak first, and the story ended. The Phantom Troupe Spider from there, it became Hisoka's own story.

"Two or three years ago, I also took turns dealing with No. 4."

My goal is to fight the Leader, but I cannot do it; the guards are so tight, and those two are always standing by the Leader's side.

And once the job is done, it disappears, you cannot even find a clue."

Honestly, Kurapika does not care, but I know this is just an introduction.

If you know even a little bit about this man, it is easy for you to imagine Hisoka proposing to you.

"Then, as for a conclusion about each other, don't you think it's hard to achieve your goal alone?"

"……What are you trying to say?"

I know, but I won't say it myself.

I can imagine that if I said something bad and this person believed my words, then nothing but trouble would happen.

"Do you want me to tell you the members' abilities? I only know 7 people."

Nevertheless, Hisoka arrogantly took the food Kurapika wanted out of his throat.

He didn't say anything, and his expression didn't change, but Kurapika's eyes definitely reacted, and he took a bite of him.

Hisoka curled the corners of his mouth, grinned, and said.

"Are you willing to team up with me?"

Kurapika did not answer.

I heard about some members' abilities from Sora, but the only ones who clearly understand their abilities are the Leader and a person named Shalnark.

Knowing the abilities of at least five people is the most delicious thing for me.

However, the opponent is Hisoka.

He believes the information that he joined the team to fight the Leader, but he is a person who built trust during the Hunter Exam; he cannot believe anything else.

Regardless of whether Hisoka knows that Kurapika doesn't trust him that much, he quietly urged Kurapika to answer.

"Now, what are you going to do? It depends on whether you team up with me or do it alone."

However, before Kurapika could answer, the phone rang.

Hisoka didn't seem to care and said "Go ahead," letting him take the call, so when Kurapika answered the phone, Senritsu simply told him what happened in a desperate voice.

《Kurapika! This is hard (Hard!! The Eleventh Brigade has escaped! 》

"What!? Him!? Alone?"

"No! It seems the members of the Brigade have disguised themselves as members of the community. Apparently, they were replaced when the Leader contacted them by phone! Perhaps the Leader was killed..."

The words "the Leader was killed" made my heart ache again.

Unlike Tocino and Ivankov who cared about me as a newcomer, Dalzollene only treated me as a stepping stone to achieve his goal, and I still think so.

That is why this pain is not mourning for Dalzollene, but an old wound bleeding again because someone who was taken for granted by his side is gone.

Kurapika fell back into guilt for letting someone related to him die in a place where he was not there, where he did not know, and where he could not reach, even if he was not important to him at all. I am tormented by feelings of helplessness and powerlessness.

《We are heading towards Mode B. Come back soon! 》

Perhaps Senritsu was in a hurry and couldn't afford it, or perhaps it was because on the phone, he couldn't hear his own heartbeat clearly.

And since there was no time to think or bargain, Kurapika asked Hisoka straight again.

"……Hisoka, I'll ask you one thing.

Do you know the whereabouts of the Scarlet Eyes?"

I was wearing black contact lenses, feeling my eyes being dyed red, and asked.

I really don't want to hear the whereabouts of the Scarlet Eyes. What I want to know is whether this person was involved in the Kurta Massacre five years ago.

"Too bad it was before I joined.

Once the captain falls in love with his prey, he sells everything, and the Scarlet Eyes are no exception; I don't know what else there is."

I am not sure if Kurapika and Hisoka are lucky, but I secretly said that Hisoka's words are true. The Ring Finger Chain dowsing chain tells you.

No matter how useful the intelligence is, it is impossible for Kurapika to join forces with those who killed the Kurta clan.

Kurapika confirmed that at least the conditions for joining forces with him had been met, and Hisoka let him give him another hit.

"…………I can only say that as long as you don't crush your head, the Brigade will keep moving forward."

I told him that tearing off a leg or two is meaningless.

"I asked if you were willing to join us, but this is not like we are Together; this is a concession based on information Exchange, unless the conditions suit each other. There is no further cooperation.

Are you comfortable?"

Kurapika turned and left without answering Hisoka's invitation.

However, when asked "What is your answer?", I stopped and turned slightly.

"Tomorrow, same time."

Hisoka said yes.

This is crazy, but it is not a mistake.

If you are still considering, just say: "I will contact you later." Of course, I have no intention of showing this man the politeness of having to refuse face-to-face.

So this is a word of agreeing to join hands.

Kurapika left the abandoned building and got into the car he came in, because he had no time to listen to Hisoka's information now.

Then, just like that, I intended to rush to Mode B with the engine running, but I couldn't step on the gas.

I know I should go as soon as possible.

Senritsu and the others are definitely relying on me because I have already proven that my ability is effective against the Brigade.

Kurapika didn't want to lose Senritsu because it was him who made him do this, and because he wanted to be closer to his employer, and at least Senritsu hoped to be called a "partner" unlike Dalzollene. His personal feelings were attractive to him, but his own screaming attracted him more than that.

I don't want to be contacted. It is not hard for me to imagine that if her boss knew about her appearance and eyes, she would definitely be ordered to hand her over to me. Except for Senritsu who wouldn't become an enemy.

However, the worry that it was already too late outweighed the anxiety about the future, and Kurapika pressed the number that had erased the address, just in case.

I want to connect and hear your voice, and feel relieved. But at the same time, I don't want to be connected.

If it is fixed like the cat in the quantum theory box, even hope will be lost, so no matter how much anxiety or worry I have, I will make a call I cannot confirm.

One call, one call that feels strangely long. This is the first time for such a long call.

"What's wrong, Kurapika?"

Hearing that voice, and the voice that had passed through Sora as usual, made me want to cry.

Without my knowledge, without my presence, and beyond my reach, like Tocino, Ivarenkov, and Dalzorne, they were not enough for those Earrings that were completely my own tranquilizers. For those who feared more than anything, by confirming that they were safe even if they couldn't reach them, their hearts, which had been burning with rage, finally returned to peace.

"... I'm sorry. Calling you suddenly at this hour."

"No, it's fine."

When he came to his senses, he remembered it was the middle of the night, and suddenly realized that contacting him to confirm his survival was truly insane; he seemed not to care at all, literally.

"More importantly, what exactly happened? For some reason, you have no ambition, or rather, your voice sounds like you're dying."

I was wondering if this was someone's fault, and only now do I feel like I'm still alive! Kurapika wanted to shout, but if the Red Coat that Kurapika hoped for was not Sora, then Kurapika's anger would have no justification, so he held back first, and then Kurapika tried to confirm with Sora.

"... Sora. Your job is—"

"My job? What is my job?"

I tried to figure out if you really came here on a business trip, I tried to indicate that you were the "Red Coat" helping Wese and fighting the Brigade, but I couldn't put it into words. I didn't.

When I got the confirmation, I didn't know what to say, so I couldn't ask.

I wanted to tell him to stop, because my taking care of him was unnecessary, but I wanted to know if I had the right to say such things.

... Sora, who protected and saved Wese, saw the Spider Tattoo, and the blood in his head rose again. When I was speechless because I didn't know which side to look down on, I said "Stop," and I heard a sigh from the other end of the phone.

"Ha... Kurapika. You are bound by a sin you no longer have to bear, aren't you?"

Sora continued in an exasperated tone, having completely guessed Kurapika's current situation.

"Kurapika. I know it's impossible to say I'm guilty, so I don't want to say it, but if you say you are going to choose your own path, your future, and you are guilty, then you can say anything; I will take everything out to stop it."

Kurapika, choosing your own life to get rid of the path of guilt is a big mistake.

I felt a sense of déjà vu from Sora's words.

"As long as a person is alive, they will always carry sin on their shoulders."

No, this is not déjà vu. This is a phrase you have definitely heard before.

"It is impossible not to carry sin. So we choose—"

She said to herself, chasing after the past self who cried in her dreams wanting to change it.

The sin Kurapika did not want to carry, the sin she wanted me to hand over to her, she told me to hold it carefully, not wanting to let go.

"What kind of sin do you carry, and even if you carry that kind of sin, you must choose the path you want to live."

Choosing a path based on the sin you carry is a big mistake. There is nothing wrong with being guilty. No matter what kind of path we choose, we must bear sin as the price of happiness."

Those words should have just been Kurapika's own wish to "forgive," but Sora told him the same words from that dream... on the day he recovered.

"So choose the path you want to walk."

Although it was not his intention, Kurapika was pulled back from the path he never wanted to be bound to.

Kurapika said with a smile.

"... You say good things, but isn't that someone else's second-hand goods?"

"!? What did you discover! Have I said it?"

When I tried to say what I said in my dream without twisting it, Sora, who answered the phone, was surprised, but Kurapika was also surprised.

Perhaps because Sora was speaking in daily life and Kurapika was listening, so trivial that they both forgot each other, that is why he himself spoke in that dream in the form of Sora.

It was so small that I don't even remember it, but it must have been a lovely word that I couldn't forget.

Even if it was something that tortured me, that sentence told me that it is okay to be happy while carrying the guilt of "memories" that can never be restored.

"... Ah. I told you."

This is the reason for Kurapika's affirmation, even though he didn't remember it.

Then, he finally found that sentence; even if he was guilty, he still chose the path he wanted to walk and told Sora.

"Sora... don't go too far."

I will not ask if Sora is the "Red Coat" who helped Wese and fought the Brigade. I don't know.

I decided not to ask what Sora was doing or what the purpose was. Knowing that she chose to pursue the path of happiness, no matter how heavy the sin, Kurapika did not interfere, but just believed her words.

Kurapika chose to believe, even if it was more cowardly and insignificant than lying.

With one exception.

Silence spread abnormally.

"You are stupid, I know that clearly, I don't want to say anything useless, do whatever you like."

"However, I will not allow you to go too far for any reason. Just like that, even you won't forgive me."

Kurapika wanted to choose a sin that Kurapika would never forgive Kurapika for; she paused, and then she laughed too.

"It is scary. That's right, so I can't complain."

"If you realize it, then do more things."

I gave Sora the usual light sermon, and she giggled provocatively, and Sora said softly, "Ah, yes, yes," as usual.

"... Yes. Okay. 'Promise'."

Apparently, what Sora said was not vague, deceptive words like "I will try my best," but a "Promise" to "absolutely comply."

Kurapika felt that this sentence melted the anxiety in his heart more than the chains that bound him as a vow.

"... Really."

While chewing on Sora's words and what Sora gave him, Kurapika announced the path he had chosen.

"... Sora. I want to be happy."

It was so vague that I didn't even know how to do it. Nevertheless, when I told him the ending I wanted to reach, Sora answered immediately.

"It has become. Indeed."

Kurapika's sense of guilt made him continue forward.

"-Thank you."

After Sora hung up the phone, he approached the window.

He was a bit worried about whether to wear the red hood, but Kurapika didn't seem to notice, because Sora was still using "Extreme" to erase his presence. The abandoned building, he sawed it off.

When he came to his senses, Hisoka smiled and said in a sticky voice: "It's love," and Sora's originally calm complexion turned into a terrible mood.

"That's right, are you envious of me? I won't be. Non-post-condensation."

Turning his head back, puffing out his chest, for some reason he created an antonym for "reajuexplode" to announce, but Hisoka ignored Sora's words and asked with a smile.

"I don't know what kind of face he would make if he knew you were in the next room and had teamed up with me before him."

A pervert who could be both a sadist and a masochist, wanting to be taken care of, he thought Sora would stare at him with even more unpleasant eyes, but unexpectedly, the displeasure on Sora's face vanished.

She immediately replied with a look that was neither here nor there: "What is this guy talking about?"

"Besides the next room, she probably already knows she got the information from you, so even if I say it now, she won't have any special reaction, you can imagine.

Also, Hisoka. Stop talking. I'm not doing anything with you. All I'm doing is work.

You" target chlorine, in order to have a chance to fight, I asked you to do the "Underground Auction raid" job, and stir up this work as much as possible.

Facing Sora, who was downplaying things and insisting on sophistry that was completely meaningless to Hisoka, Hisoka looked blank and was speechless for a moment.

This was an unusual reaction for him, but Sora did not give up his daily hoarding, instead tilting his head, the expression on his face even more puzzled.

An even more unusual reaction, Hisoka said blankly.

"……You two understand each other, so the things you do are troublesome."

"Honestly, I think so myself."

I honestly accepted Hisoka's words and pinched the end of the wig, which was a "troublesome thing."

Just like the phone conversation earlier, Kurapika was convinced that the identity of "Red Coat" was Sora, and even Sora knew he had been noticed.

Originally, I didn't think I could hide it or deceive it. This wasn't a lie, but I knew from the beginning that I was being suspected, such as the truth covered up by sophistry.

Nevertheless, everything was essential to Sora.

It is true that I want to protect Kurapika even if I lie, but it is also true that I don't want to lie for him.

I don't want Kurapika to worry, I don't want her to feel uneasy, that is what Sora truly wants.

That is why I had no choice but to do some very troublesome, circuitous, and complicated things.

In the end, what you did is exactly the same as "joining hands with Hisoka," but it is also a form of insisting on "work."

If anxiety is inevitable, no matter how perfunctory it is, you can limit the possibility of "not Sora" to a quantum box, giving as much hope as there is anxiety.

They are doing everything because it is necessary for the goal Sora chose and is heading toward, and the expected result.

Even if it is just a farce that Kurapika has already noticed.

The reason Sora and Kurapika continue this farce is precisely because they both know it in their hearts.

Although they know each other's true intentions and everything, they pretend not to notice the other.

Trying their best to reduce participation in Yorkshin, making it look like there are no contact points.

"Hey, what are you two trying to do?"

Hisoka also values the process more than the result, but even so, he still didn't understand what Sora and Kurapika were doing. Hisoka asked with a serious and curious look, and Sora hesitated whether to say a little, but he decided to speak. It succeeded.

This man already knows what he fears most. Or rather, it was executed in the final test.

That is why it is too late to teach you anything now, so I will teach you.

I know this is nothing more than a scam, and it will be exposed soon with a little research, but I don't care if the Phantom Troupe discovers my true identity, but even on the surface, Kurapika's "Red Coat" is not Sora. He explained why he wanted to hide the connection between himself and Kurapika as much as possible.

"Because I don't want to become Blanca, and I don't want to become."

However, Sora had no desire to teach in an easy-to-understand way, but Hisoka soon understood Sora's words.

"Blanca?... Ah, 'Lobo', I see, of course, both of you can become 'Lobo' and 'Blanca'."

"…………Is there something similar here too, Seton Animal Records?"

Far from being an unexpectedly similar story, Sora was quite surprised by the existence of the author, characters, and even animals of the same name, and was surprised as usual by the half-similar world.

Hisoka, of course, did not understand Sora's reaction and tilted his head again.

"So that's how it is, even if it's perfunctory, you disguise yourself, and even if you know Kurapika, you pretend not to know."

If it were him, it wouldn't matter if he just hid his "eyes," but even if you don't know the "eyes," even if you aren't Chrollo, he is his employer and the best "prey" for the Underground Auction clients. That is why."

As he spoke, he moved Sora's wig slightly, letting the white hair pushed into it spill out.

Sora glared at Hisoka uncomfortably, but for some reason did not resist, letting him do as he pleased. They might think that those who resist will feel happy. Correct answer.

However, Hisoka looked down at Sora carefully, as if thinking that if he didn't resist, this would be a good opportunity.

White hair with a good touch. A mysterious beauty that can be seen by men, women, and children.

The oversized coat covered her physique as she wished, but Hisoka had seen her highly exposed on the Hunter exam airship and at Heaven's Arena, so this didn't mean anything.

Looking back, her body had well-trained muscles, but at the same time, it had feminine curves, which was a miraculously balanced proportion, including both sexes.

Observing again and realizing that she was a woman, her existence itself was called a gem that a Human Body Collector dreams of, and I was impressed.

To Hisoka, what made this miraculous appearance even more radiant and attractive was that she didn't care about her appearance, and in order to survive, no matter how much damage she received, she would persist. So I think it's really stupid. Her.

As if mocking a fool who wouldn't notice such great charm, he said while picking up the hair that fell off the wig.

"If your relationship with him becomes known, even if you don't know Kurapika is definitely a member of the Kurta clan, he might hang you up with a Lasso and use your corpse as bait to lure you."

The worst possibility that Sora feared most was elegantly compared to the ending of "Blanca" that Sora spoke of.

... "Blanca" is an animal story "Seton's Moon of the Rabbit" created based on the author's own experiences and observations, and it is a pair of wolves named Lobo that appear in the particularly famous and popular story "Lobo the King of Currumpaw," his wife, a female white wolf.

In terms of plot, the protagonist Seton is asked to do something about a pack of wolves attacking livestock. He not only has the physical strength to pull down a cow, but is also smart enough to see through any trap and hunt livestock. That was an old wolf.

Seton used every means possible to hunt the wolf pack, and he noticed that he was observing a group of Lobo.

The wolves had established a thorough hierarchical relationship; no wolf could defy the leader Lobo, but only one wolf did not defy him, yet was unusually tolerant toward Lobo.

That was Lobo's partner, the white wolf Blanca.

Wolves are monogamous animals; to put it simply, they respect their partners more than humans do.

Seton utilized the habits of the wolves, and since Blanca was an ordinary wolf not as intelligent as Lobo, he captured and killed Blanca first.

After losing his only life partner, Lobo lost his composure, or fell into a trap so simple that he could not have imagined it before losing Blanca; perhaps for the sake of animal research, Seton did not kill the captive Lobo. However, he died without eating or drinking.

... At this time, Blanca was killed by a method called "Lasso," and the killing method known as "Lasso" involved putting a rope around Blanca's neck, tying the rope to two horses, and then running in opposite directions. Hanging.

Since it was trapped, if it was to be killed, it would have been fine to feed it poisoned bait or pierce it with something like a spear from outside the cage.

However, in a book Sora read, there was a sentence saying Seton regretted the way he killed Blanca for being too cruel, but when I read that sentence, I couldn't help but laugh.

Just like at that time, Sora sneered at Hisoka's words.

"Ah.

I can't believe you can only understand and use a 'person's' emotions at a time like this, even if you treat them as 'things.' Knowing that if you lose someone more important than yourself, you will be in despair, even if you know it, you can still do it."

After losing Blanca, did Lobo really lose his composure?

In Sora's view, he could only think that he had fallen into that ending because he could not lose his composure until the very last moment.

He must have understood that not only was his wife dead, but his overly intelligent mind also understood the tragic end of his life.

He did not fall into a trap, but took the bait himself. Lobo must have gone to die on his own.

However, the man who cruelly killed his wife did not kill him even after he was caught. After killing his wife and trying to separate him from Blanca again, he refused the charity and died.

I can't help but think so.

Lobo was undoubtedly a Disaster for the farmers.

Humans arrived later and built farms in the wolves' territory; the wolves had many sympathetic points, but even so, Sora had no intention of denying or criticizing this battle between wolves and humans.

However, the method of killing Blanca was different.

Any way of killing would have been fine, but no matter how you look at it, the "Lasso" that he thought was too cruel a killing method to choose was Malice.

Was it resentment because his own livestock were killed, or was it because he saw through all the traps and hurt their self-esteem?

... Or perhaps there was really no meaning to it, I don't know.

The only thing I know is that it was not human intelligence that killed Lobo.

Human Malice drove Lobo into despair and killed him.

... And that Malice, Sora knows very well, people easily direct their anger toward their own kind.

So Sora brushed off the hand of his natural enemy, and the natural enemy would surely return with the same "Malice" as the human body collector, then grab his collar and say:

"So, hurry up and crush the Spider's head. Even if Kurapika and I became Blanca or Lobo, you would be angry, wouldn't you?

Being killed by something like spider silk, or seeing the remains of someone who died in despair."

After understanding the "Malice" directed at him, Hisoka smiled with satisfaction at the delicious fruit that used that "Malice" to Eliminate the same "Malice."

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he answered with a face still full of Malice.

"That's right, but if Sora were Blanca, Kurapika's ending would be the same as Lobo's, but if you were Lobo, I would be looking forward to it, because that would be my favorite ending.

If it were you, you would become an 'Avenger,' and she would do everything in her power to hunt down everyone who killed Blanca, right?"

"Become, Baka."

However, Sora immediately denied it.

He refused and answered.

"Do you think you would complete the 'Avenger'? Congratulations.

... If Kurapika became Blanca, I would not forgive the human who killed that child with Malice. If that child became Blanca, I, the primate murderer, would become the primate deterrent, and I would even kill you."

In the Pitch Darkness, the beauty of heaven shone in his eyes, and he declared.