Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

All that remained were bloodshot eyes, and a cold, emotionless gaze that held neither joy nor sorrow, devoid of any emotion.

Suddenly, the woman raised her eyes upward, her gaze passing over Wenlan and looking towards what was behind her.

Something seemed to have caught her attention.

Suddenly, the hunter grabbed the cross on the pendant with one hand, and as if sensing something, the trembling of the cross stopped.

It's like nothing happened.

"Have you offended anyone recently?"

ha?

Wenlan didn't react for a moment.

To be precise, even a person standing here wouldn't be able to react in time.

She kept her eyes glued to the other person's hands, afraid that she might suddenly draw the longsword behind her or make some sudden movement.

When a person faces the threat of death, they become so focused that they hardly respond to any other external reactions.

However, the huntress simply turned off the cross's warning about Wenlan's presence, turning it off as if nothing had happened, without attracting anyone's attention or revealing Wenlan's identity.

Instead, they asked a rather... nonsensical question.

Have you offended anyone recently?

The cold voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over Wenlan's head, pulling her tense mind back to reality.

A woman's voice seems to have a magical power that can inexplicably calm people down.

But it wasn't alluring; instead, it was as cold as an iceberg, making people shiver.

Whom did I offend?

Wenlan pulled herself out of her thoughts and didn't dwell on the matter.

There's no need to think too much about it; she doesn't have many interpersonal relationships, and after attending school for a while, she stopped going altogether.

I'm currently out of school and at home, rarely interacting with people, so how could I have offended anyone?

What does she want to do?

I can't figure it out, I don't understand it.

But it was obvious that the hunter's attention was no longer on her. When the monster-like gaze shifted away from her, Wenlan felt as if a taut string in her body had gone limp, and all her strength seemed to have been instantly drained away.

Her stiff body had long lost the ability to feel fatigue. Only when the tension was released did a surge of exhaustion rush into her mind, and even Wenlan's vision blurred.

If she hadn't been clinging tightly to the slightly open door, she might have collapsed.

Even though she was not far from danger, she had a brief illusion that she had escaped death.

Those few seconds felt like an entire century.

It wasn't until this moment that the cold, damp sensation of her chest against her back made Wenlan realize that her underwear was already soaked with cold sweat, and her hands were trembling uncontrollably.

He couldn't use any strength in his legs and could only barely stand by leaning against the door frame.

I think not.

With her head down, her tense will dissipated, her heartbeat began to return to normal, her adrenaline began to be neutralized, and her extremely tense mental state gradually eased. Wenlan said weakly.

No, indeed not.

She couldn't understand why the hunter would turn off the alarming pendant, nor did she understand what the question meant.

She no longer wanted to think about those things.

It doesn't matter what happens, as if she can escape.

There's no escaping that monstrous gaze.

This is an absolute force that cannot be resisted through personal effort or willpower.

In the face of absolute power, everything else is meaningless.

"No, the person in the window across the street is aiming a crossbow at you."

Varied--?

However, the moment the words left his mouth, the sound of wind whistling through the air filled his ears!

But it was too late; the body simply didn't have the strength to dodge.

In other words, just because a person can react doesn't mean that the body can react in time after receiving instructions.

Often, even from just a corner of your field of vision, a blurry arrow has already flown in.

But it was too late. If the fate of the creature was sealed, this would be the last thing Wenlan would ever see in her life.

As for why this happened, who wanted to kill her, and who was on the other side of the window.

There's no point in pursuing any of this anymore.

But in the next moment.

The hunter's hand appeared out of thin air in front of the girl, and then, with a speed completely beyond comprehension, she grasped the incoming crossbow bolt.

However, before Wenlan could react, the hunter didn't give her a chance to understand what was happening.

The hunter flicked his wrist, and the crossbow bolt was thrown far away in the opposite direction.

Then, Wenlan's vision was completely blocked by something enormous.

There was nothing but darkness.

All that remained was the wonderful aroma of body odor mixed with sweat, lingering in the nasal cavity.

An additional layer of fabric with a unique rubbing sensation dominates the entire face.

"Everyone, lie down!!!"

This was indeed the last sound she heard.

Then, a violent explosion rang in my ears!

boom----! ! ! !

A greeting from the deep sea [7]

"So, is our great writer going to be so scared that he wets his pants? Hehehehehe!"

It was the same group of freckled guys as before, still shoving the thin, silver-haired girl, still the same place not far from the backyard of the church school, the White Chapel that had been reduced to ruins over the years.

The school forbids students from coming here, and the area is also deterred by the infamous fire that killed many people many years ago.

"Hahahaha, three against one, our great writer is about to embark on an adventure!"

"Haha, isn't that a pleasant surprise?"

The awful, noisy laughter, the vulgar, silly pranks, and the girl, who was neglected and discriminated against day after day, fell into the mire once again.

"How about... next time?" With a fawning smile, the silver-haired girl took a few steps back, trying to escape. However, her thin arm was grabbed by one of the long brown-haired girls, followed by a brutal shoving.

The laughter of the crowd only served to highlight her pain; they built their happiness on the suffering of someone who was different from them, even though they knew the girl was very timid.

But what can you do when she's an outcast? Even the school's caregivers struggle to discipline her.

Then, without explanation and without any resistance, they were pushed through the doors of the Whitechapel.

It really is... a complete tragedy.

One's own tragedy is another's comedy; the core of comedy is tragedy, and tragedy always ends in a tragic conclusion.

Even if she were to disappear completely, probably no one would remember her; no one would recall that an Agorian once existed here…

Slowly opening her eyes, Wenlan gradually regained consciousness, gazing hazily at the scenery before her.

Hmm, another unfamiliar ceiling. Was I having a nightmare?

I dreamt again about what happened at school.

Although it happened day after day, she could never develop the habit of self-protection and would forever hold a grudge against those damned guys.

Wenlan appears kind, but she is actually very petty and holds grudges, extremely so.

She liked a saying from the Yan Kingdom: "A gentleman takes revenge, even after ten years."

She will hold a grudge against everyone who has ever bullied her, and she will remember them forever. Sooner or later, she will take revenge.

Of course, that was a long, long time from now. Right now, Wenlan only harbors resentment and reminisces about the past.

The smell of disinfectant and blood was extremely pungent.

Is it a hospital?

The smell of disinfectant is easy to understand, but as for the smell of blood...

Perhaps it's due to the blood therapy.

The Healing Church is said to have brought back more effective healing methods from the outside world.

Blood therapy, but that's only for seriously ill patients.

She felt that she was probably not missing any limbs.

So what happened before?

It seems like I've encountered a demon?

And then we encountered a hunter raiding the room?

Oh, could it be a recurring dream?

It's probably a series of dreams, since people don't realize they're dreaming when they're in a dream.

It seems that's true, after all, how could one possibly encounter hunters and demons? Hahahaha

Something must have happened to me before I was admitted to the hospital, which is why I had this nightmare.

Yes, that must be the case.

After all, how could such a thing possibly exist in reality, right?

Thinking this, the girl unconsciously turned over, wanting to find a more comfortable way to continue lying down.

Then she saw a pair of crimson eyes and a cold, beautiful smile.

"You finally woke up."

A face almost identical to her own, but with an added touch of glamour, smiled at her.

grass! ! !

"It's you—!!!"

Wenlan nearly choked to death, her instinctive scream almost breaking her voice.

Fortunately, she covered her mouth in time, preventing the sound from leaking out.

"Why are you here?! You weren't in my dream..."

No, that's not right.

The girl's previous thoughts shattered halfway through her speech.

Since I can see her, it means that my previous experience wasn't a dream.

Does that mean I'm still a vampire now?!

The girl sat up abruptly and examined her own hands.

The absence of needle marks, aside from the possibility of a vampire's powerful regenerative abilities, suggests that she was not thoroughly examined.

It's important to know that all the hospitals were established by the Healing Church; in other words, this is one of the Healing Church's headquarters!

The vampires in the base camp will probably be surrounded by church hunters in no time!

His bloodshot eyes nervously scanned his surroundings; there were other patients in the ward.

And a few empty beds.

This is a regular ward, where everyone is resting quietly, with a few family members accompanying the patients.

There were no suspicious people around, nor were there any heavily armed soldiers.

Even those around her didn't notice that the unconscious girl had sat up.