The white-haired monster huddled up on the somewhat narrow bed. The pillow pulled by its sharp claws revealed the slightly yellowed pillow core. The sweat completely soaked the blue plaid sheets on the bed more than once, leaving streaks. White marks.
"Len." Agnes sighed and called out.
The body of the white-haired monster trembled slightly, and the white hair on its face faded away bit by bit at an extremely slow speed, revealing the typical dark white skin of the Feneport people close to the people in the Bay Area. The edge of the hair finally stopped below the neck, slightly exposed from the collar that was soaked with sweat and looked wrinkled.
"Madam..." Lunn raised his head, his hazy and unfocused brown eyes instinctively looking for the direction of the source of the sound, and his black hair was messy and stuck to his face under the influence of sweat, "You I’m back... was the hunt for the ‘Blood Blade’ successful?”
"Of course, you can have more confidence in me," Agnes reached out and pushed aside the messy hair on the side of Lunn's face, revealing his very friendly face that looked like he had just grown up, "You You can sleep now, I won’t let anyone disturb you.”
"I believe in you, madam..." Lunn said in a weak voice, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, "I remember you asked me if I would like to be your work of art... .”
"You were not very willing at the time." Agnes curled her lips slightly and whispered.
"I later learned that you were just pretending..." Lunn twitched his lips and said, "You don't actually regard such a monster as a work of art."
Agnes sighed and stretched out her hand to straighten Lun's spasmodic arm and put it beside him.
"... You actually prefer kind and upright people, even if that person is ordinary and mediocre... People like me who jump into the quagmire of depravity are actually never what you like... ..." Lunn's sharp claws that could not be restrained scratched Agnes's sleeves, and he pressed his claws close to his body as if he was frightened.
"I murdered seventy-three people before I met you, and I did it before I became the 'Instigator'... The first person I killed was a man I owned who coveted my mother. Hiding in the closet, my mother pulled me out..." Lunn's words were a little vague, and then he paused for a long time while breathing.
"I couldn't resist him, but I killed him afterwards, and I never felt like it was something I needed to repent of..." Lunn said. "The second person I killed was a man who looked very much like me. Mother's woman, I can't do anything to my own mother, but when I see her I can't restrain my murderous intention..."
Agnes listened to Lun En telling her about the people he had killed one by one with an inexplicable look on her face. She felt deeply that Lun En was really a good candidate for a "criminal".
"...When I killed the thirteenth person, I met Mr. Hayden. He said that I was good-looking and suitable for the 'Assassin' sequence. He gave me the 'Assassin' potion, and I It's fair that he does things, although I actually hate him sometimes..." Lunn's eyes were slightly confused.
"...When I killed the thirty-fourth man, I followed Mr. Hayden's orders and joined the Brotherhood of Sturt..."
"Bernie Sturt is... a nice guy, but a bit stupid..." Lunn said almost rudely, his voice seemed a little urgent, "He treats his brothers St. The members of the association are good, but he really regards the St. Brotherhood as his own power, and even thinks that his Lord Sir can really only be his sponsor... His ambition is extremely stupid. .....But he is not ruthless enough to fulfill his ambition..."
Agnes listened to Lunn's story quietly and sighed slightly in her heart.
"I killed twenty-three people for Bernie Steer, thirty-one people for Hayden Elvis, and eighteen of my own desires... To these people I repent of my actions in killing them.”
Lunn breathed for a while before whispering: "But I will never repent for the first person I killed."
"If I can't drink the nectar from heaven, then I will drink the sewage from the abyss, madam." Lunn was silent for a while and whispered.
Agnes remained silent and did not speak.
"Madam, if I had met you earlier..." Lunn's increasingly weak voice broke the silence in the room, and he stopped mid-sentence.
"Please spread my ashes into the waves of the sea... It's best to stay away from the land..." Lunn's voice gradually lowered, "My characteristics... .If a sealed object can be formed that is useful to you...if it is useless, you can also exchange it for some Jinlisuo at the Extraordinary gathering..."
"I will grant your wish." Agnes said calmly.
Lunn smiled slightly when he heard Agnes's words, and whispered: "Madam, please give me some sleep."
Some spiritual touches occurred in Agnes' mind. Agnes looked at the white hair that spread again on Lunn's neck and Lunn's gradually lighter breathing. She hesitated slightly and reached out to cut Lunn's arm. A hole was opened.
Blood mixed with dark power flowed out from the wound, and the white hair gradually fell away, revealing the bare skin underneath. Lun En's face showed a slightly painful and twisted look, and some blue veins were exposed on his neck and forehead. He leaned against his body. The palm on his side returned to human form and subconsciously clenched the sheets beneath him.
"Nightingale," Agnes frowned slightly and called in a low voice, "can you sing a requiem?"
Some low chanting sounded in the room, and Lunn's expression became gentle and calm again, and Agnes also felt that her heart had become extremely peaceful.
“...Dear one!
Sleep peacefully!
Nothing will bother you,
Nothing will be able to return,
Nothing will need to change..."
Lunn's breathing gradually disappeared, and he looked extremely peaceful with his eyes closed tightly, like a student lying on the grass sleeping in the sun, with a stream of black jelly pouring out from his slightly open mouth.
Agnes reached out and carefully put Lunn's characteristics into the tin box, then looked at the softly glowing flowers in her palm, sighed slightly, and put some of her spirituality into the flowers in her hands.
"A sincere desire filled with blessings,"
"He fell into the abyss very early, but in his life he finally felt the warmth of radiance wherever he looked - although it was not bright. He deeply hoped that the radiance he saw would never disappear into the darkness, even though He knew that blood and death would always go together."
