How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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Thinking about it carefully, it seems that my relationship with Sirocco hasn't even started yet.

"But it's true that Sirocco already has someone he likes. He's going on a date the day after tomorrow, and it's all too late now."

"Just kill him."

"Varied--?"

"Didn't you say it yourself? The loser leaves the stage. You eliminate all the females who have their eyes on that brat, and that brat will naturally be yours."

Hertanid, in the form of a silver-haired young girl, uttered cruel and indifferent words.

"How could I... do such a thing? Sirocco would hate me if he knew."

"Then don't let him know. You have me here. As long as you contribute more bananas, I can definitely eat all the human corpses for you."

"This kind of thing..."

Katya's face darkened, but she quickly recovered and shook her head violently to shake it off:

“If Sirocco doesn’t truly love me, there’s no point in him doing this. I don’t need fake feelings. I don’t want to see Sirocco like me just because he’s desperate and seeking comfort.”

"Sincerity? What's the point of that? You can't eat it."

“You wouldn’t understand, Hertanid….”

"On the contrary, that's precisely why I say that, because I understand it so well."

Katia sat in the chair, and the silver-haired little girl was able to look her in the eye.

Hertanid's delicate white hand pressed down on Katya's head:

"How many humans do you think I've devoured? Those who called themselves relatives, lovers, or partners who would live and die together—no matter how many moving words they uttered before the altar, I found them unmoving. But the words they cried the loudest were ultimately offered up for me to eat. Do you think their 'hearts' were all false?"

The little girl's silver eyes were simply meeting her gaze calmly, yet Katya felt as if she were being glared at.

"...That's because what happened to you, Hertanid, was too extreme, wasn't it?"

The being with a human appearance, who was once a god, shrugged:

"It's up to you. I've only suggested a plan. Whether you do it or not is up to you. I just think if you're really interested in that male, you should just snatch him away. With your status and abilities, it's easy for you to do."

The silver-haired little girl's emotionless silver eyes shifted away from her gaze.

Katya blinked, thought for a moment, and then smiled:

"Although your method is absurd, I feel much better... Thank you, Hertanid."

"I wasn't trying to comfort you, don't misunderstand. When I said kill, I wasn't joking."

Even so, you still care about me, otherwise you wouldn't have come out to tell me all this.

"...Is this an excessive outpouring of human emotions?"

Hertanid appeared without warning and disappeared without warning, returning to Katya's magic.

Katya confirmed that her sleeping brother was alright and returned to her room to change.

The girl entered the washroom and washed her face with warm water.

She removed the anti-evil ring.

The girl in the mirror had damp, light blue hair that hung down her back, and her face looked somewhat listless, but she had simply transformed into a melancholic beauty.

"I'm not bad looking either."

Her delicate and pitiful appearance, with exceptionally fine facial features, and her phoenix eyes inherited from her mother Victoria made her appear otherworldly.

Katya took off her clothes, revealing her youthful body in white underwear.

Below the slightly protruding collarbone on the neck—the delicate and slender curves of the body, influenced by exercise and Lv enhancement, are symmetrical and graceful.

...My abs are a bit noticeable, but you probably won't be able to tell unless I'm breathing very hard.

"Sirocco said that 'Kas' cannot go with him."

The girl pouted and wiped the condensation off the mirror, as if erasing another version of herself.

"Then, 'Katia' is fine, right? He didn't say 'Katia' couldn't go."

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Beren was walking home from get off work.

The student named Cass used too much force.

Cliff was taken to the hospital, but died despite attempts to resuscitate him.

In terms of the outcome alone, Sirocco won the gamble, without any suspense or room for rebuttal.

"In that case, there's nothing we can do... Hmm, there's really nothing we can do. I'm a person of my word."

It was unclear who she was saying this to, but Beren, her cheeks flushed, coughed lightly, placing her hand to her mouth to calm her agitated emotions.

only.....

Beren checked her LINE account and discovered that Sirocco hadn't sent a message first.

The message remained a reminder from the midday duel.

I thought he would be happy and send me a message as soon as possible.

He... he hasn't forgotten, has he?

No, no, no, impossible.

He greeted me excitedly during the duel, so that shouldn't be the case.

Or should I be the one to say "I really can't help it, let's go on a date the day after tomorrow" first, to make myself seem more generous?

Yes.

Beren had a sudden inspiration, and it seemed as if a white light flashed behind her.

She lost the bet this time, so she, as the loser, should be the one to make the invitation.

He lost and then remained silent for a long time, making it seem like he couldn't accept defeat.

Thinking of this possibility, Beren decided to first send a message to inquire about the specific time and place of the date, in order to save face as an adult...

Her finger had just touched the screen.

A new message appeared silently in the pinned chat box on LINE:

—Sunday morning at 11 a.m. I'll be waiting for you at the fountain in Place de la Roque—

"!"

Beren tapped her thumb four times in a flash with the fastest hand speed she'd ever used, replying "Okay".

109. The first date

Sunday, August 9th.

"I never imagined that one day I would be struggling with what to wear."

The Darth Vader family's dressing room.

After changing his clothes, Sirocco looked at himself in the full-length mirror, with a small mountain of clothes he had brought in beside him.

It's not that they're not good-looking, but whether it's a jacket, shirt, or T-shirt, they all have such a strong androgynous feel that there's no real difference between them.

His gaze inadvertently fell on the laundry in the basket—Cohen's white dress.

Although I know it will definitely fit well, this is the only thing I will absolutely not touch.

So he flipped through fashion magazines, thinking about how to dress to look more handsome.

Twenty minutes later, she realized that it was almost time for her date.

"Forget it, that's it."

After agonizing for a while, Sirocco changed into the outfit she had chosen, tied her hair in a ponytail, and went to the entrance to change her shoes.

"Little Shiro, you're dressed so formally, are you going to the dungeon? Or are you going on a date?"

Mother Cohen, dressed for going out, ran into Sirocco.

"To be precise, it was going out with a girl I liked."

"That's just a date!"

Cohen said playfully, and then footsteps approached.

"Waaaaah!"

Sirocco screamed because he suddenly felt something on his back...

There's something soft...

...post it here.

"Sirocco, you've really grown up."

"Well......"

Cohen draped his arm over Sirocco's shoulders.