Weird Stories: Gothic Lolita Begins

After Night Crow left, the atmosphere in the box stagnated again.

Suddenly, Harrison spoke, and without turning his head, he ordered the butler behind him: "Peter, go order a few more cups of coffee."

"But..." The middle-aged butler Peter hesitated.

As a leader in the industry and having served the DeWitt family for many years, Peter certainly understood that Master Harrison wanted to be alone with the young master, but...

"Go." Harrison said again, his expression did not change.

"...I understand, Master." Peter lowered his head, bowed slightly, and left the box at a leisurely pace.

The slight sound of the box door being closed sounded, and the noise from the outside world was once again isolated from the outside.

Harrison looked at the blond young man opposite him who still had a perfect smile on his face. His expression remained unchanged and he said in a low voice:

"Don't you have anything to say?"

The gentle smile on Chaos' face that was almost real gradually disappeared. He sighed, shook his head and said, "There's nothing to say..."

After a pause, he continued, "Sometimes, I can't help but think, if my mother hadn't died in the line of duty... or died a few years later, would everything be different?"

"However, there are no ifs." Chaos's expression was calm and almost indifferent, "I'm not dissatisfied with the current situation."

"Really... Is that so..." Harrison closed his eyes, and his almost expressionless face didn't reveal what he was thinking, "Sure enough, the eldest son of the DeWitt family died last year."

Chaos nodded and said softly, "That's good ...If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."

Harrison hesitated for a moment and asked, "Kars mistook Lord Night Crow for you that day..."

Chaos stopped preparing to escape into the dream of all living beings and said sincerely:

"I understand your rejection of the 'other world' because of what happened between my mother and me, but the other world is there, and escaping cannot solve the problem."

"After all, he is my brother with the same blood. Although he failed to awaken the 'boundary of truth' after three transplants of superpower factors, he did not get nothing."

"..."Harrison pursed his lips and subconsciously confirmed, "You have given up on him, right?"

"Yes." Chaos said calmly, "I know very well that he did not inherit the excellent superpower qualifications from his mother."

Harrison seemed to relax a little.

After a moment of silence, Chaos suddenly asked, "What do you think of 'Rumored to Have an Agency'?"

Harrison didn't seem to expect Chaos to suddenly ask such a question. He was stunned for a while before saying, "I thought the memory of an 'ordinary person' like me was just a book that you needed to read."

"That's true... but I'm not the same person I used to be." Chaos said perfunctorily, not wanting to explain his current delicate situation. He put on a harmless smile again.

—— Although no one would care if he just read the memory, Chaos thought that he needed to get used to the agency's way of doing things from small things.

Chaos didn't want to be sociable just for the sake of being sociable.

For him, the group of Rumored to Have an Agency was interesting enough. Even if it was just to stay in the best observation position, he didn't mind doing it at all, just to be "sociable".

Moreover, as long as he was "sociable", he could also observe the special existence of "Lord of Everlasting Darkness" safely at a very close distance.

——As the ironclad evidence that the will of the end is attached to the mortal world, is there anything more worthy of observation than Him?

The purpose of observation?

For Chaos, observation itself is the fun.

Of course, the premise is that the object of observation itself is not so mediocre.

Hearing the perfunctory answer of the blond young man, Harrison frowned, but still said truthfully:

"Team Seven told me that 'Rumor has a family agency' is a very magical and trustworthy ghost story detective agency."

"I'm asking about 'your own' opinion." Chaos emphasized.

"... It's terrifying to think about it carefully." Harrison said expressionlessly.

"'It's terrifying to think about it carefully'... It's appropriate." Chaos smiled and said as he stood up, "If I remember correctly, the Lord Night Crow gave you a few 'souvenirs'?"

"... Yes." Harrison looked at the blond young man who stood up, and realized that this father-son conversation that he had never dreamed of would end here.

"Keep it safe."

The young man's voice was still lingering in my ears, but there was no one in front of me.

Harrison sat there in a daze for a long time, and finally let out a long, mixed feeling.Sigh.

…

Inside the “Never-ending Studio”, somewhere outside the script scene filled by self-disciplined “NPCs”, a castle with a gloomy atmosphere.

In the courtyard, the owner of the castle, a handsome uncle vampire NPC who can star in idol dramas without makeup, lies weakly and awkwardly on the ground, staring at the notorious vampire hunter Carlo who is forcibly sucking his “origin blood” with resentment, and hysterically issues the last curse:

“I curse you! You will never get your sweetheart! You will never be able to stay with your sweetheart! Forever——”

As “Carlo”, Night Crow No. 2, tugged hard with an expressionless face, the last drop of the middle-aged vampire NPC’s origin blood left his body, and his sharp curse with a distorted tone suddenly stopped.

After swallowing the last drop of origin blood, Night Crow No. 2 sighed with some regret.

——The curse uttered by this rare big prey when it was dying in a counterattack inexplicably broke through the ban set by Night Crow No. 2, and consumed most of its original blood.

The curse did work.

At least, it did work for this body.

Night Crow No. 2 silently checked his condition, felt the slow but visible changes in his body, pursed his lips, and his face was extremely gloomy...

Well, she was actually a little bit away from laughing and breaking the character game over.

"Carlo"'s body turned into a woman.

Yes, this vampire NPC with an extremely grand and villainous aura cursed before his death to turn the enemy who killed him into a woman.

Night Crow No. 2 really couldn't understand this logic.

If it's just a change of gender, life will still go on as usual. Except for the trouble of choosing a partner, there is almost no impact!

Besides, for those who truly value love, what does gender matter?

That's it? That's it?

Night Crow No. 2 struggled to maintain his affectionate character, but he was actually very happy.

——If the trumpet must have a gender, it is better to be female.