Turning to the other person’s face, he sincerely said, “Getting to know you feels really interesting.”

Speaking falsehoods requires no thought, speaking truth requires no shame. He could actually be open about his feelings in front of Hyakki, a situation so unbelievable that it made him realize something —

[“Have I found a friend?”]

Books say that between friends, there’s intimacy, but he and Hyakki’s secrets remained before they met.

After this, there are no secrets.

Dazai’s phone vibrated, indicating a message had arrived.

Receiving accurate intelligence, ensuring the safety of Yokohama citizens, the Special Ability Division reciprocated to this number with an equally valuable piece of information, so brief it could confuse people.

[“Illusionist.”]

Dazai, searching for a cure, was puzzled, his face expressing, “What is this about?”

A magician? Or perhaps a psychic ability user?

Regardless, stepping into the port’s underworld meant gaining another source of information. If Dazai risked exposing himself to ask Morisue, he’d probably get the corresponding answer.

Dazai finished replenishing his health and pushed Hyakki away.

“Don’t be too clingy!”

His index finger poked at Hyakki’s stiff face, speaking firmly, “I’m not falling for your act. I like girls who are soft and fluffy, the kind who can be cute, cry, and laugh!”

Despite his words, Dazai used a paperclip to fasten the black-haired youth’s yukata, preventing him from being ogled by Japan’s perverts. After all, Hyakki was his puppet to some extent, and halfway through the probationary period as a friend. He wouldn’t abandon him on the road, letting the wolves prey on him.

Zhong, you’ll be toyed with by Hyakki for life.

Dazai felt his mood improving.

When Dazai went as far as to buy information on “Illusionist” from underground information brokers and heard the name of “Six Paths Skeleton,” who destroyed the Estoragneu family, the Special Ability Division’s objective was achieved.

An illusionist, one who manipulates reality using psychic power and possesses the ability to make falsehoods seem real.

The construction of organs and even the body itself is trivial for such individuals.

The next information exchange arrived as scheduled.

[“Six Paths Skeleton has arrived in Japan, whereabouts unknown, suspected to be searching for the next head of the Penggerei family.”]

[“What do you want in return?”]

[“Information on the identity of Vongola’s tenth generation head.”]

The mafia’s information flows within mafia circles, unified externally, prohibiting leaks to the authorities. For the Japanese government departments, it’s very difficult to know about internal changes in the Penggerei family promptly and to keep the danger under control.

The Vongola family from Italy, ranked first among the mafia families in Western Europe!

And their successor is actually in Japan?

Dazai snapped back to reality, noticing that in the dungeon, Yumeno had already grabbed onto Hyakki’s leg, speaking sweetly.

“Hey, why isn’t my puppet brother afraid at all?”

Their weekly meetings made Yumeno eager to see outsiders, especially someone like Hyakki who resembled his own doll so much. The other’s quietness and aloofness had become trademarks of the puppet.

Hyakki struggled slightly, but Yumeno held him tightly; the kid’s strength wasn’t small.

[“A child who can’t be killed.”]

He couldn’t bear the feeling of his legs surrounded by red flames.

Dazai raised an eyebrow, and Yumeno made a grimace at him. “Mr. Mori said as long as I listen to him and don’t make a fuss, he’ll allow me to play with my puppet brother.”

Heh, Mr. Mori.

Dazai leaned in to look at him, his black overcoat casting a heavy shadow over the other.

Yumeno froze, his courage dissipating bit by bit.

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He refused to let go of Hyakki’s leg.

Dazai patted Hyakki’s slender shoulder, and Hyakki stopped struggling. In a swift motion, Dazai swiftly dismantled his leg, throwing off the child stuck to it.

This stance was reminiscent of playing baseball.

Stars of cuteness twinkled in Dazai’s eyes as he said in a cute manner, “Home run.”

The dungeon echoed with Yumeno’s ghostly cries once again.

Brother Dazai, you’re not human!

With only one leg left, Hyakki: [……]

Why does Dororo enjoy dismantling his body, and why does he become more proficient at it?

However, the red flames moved away from him, and Hyakki then saw “Dororo” reattaching his leg for him. Once again, he felt that “Dororo” was gentle and considerate, decisively forgetting his confusion from earlier.

He reached out to pat “her” head, and the white flames flickered, the ethereal flames seeming to take on a human shape.

That person must be smiling at him.

“You idiot,” Dazai said, “You should learn to get angry at times like this and keep your distance from me.”

But Dazai himself didn’t believe what he said. He couldn’t think of any instances where Hyakki got angry. The small emotional outburst in the clinic last time was already a rare occurrence.

Even if occasionally sad, he would still remember his puppet home.

“Good boy.”

Dazai patted his head again, choosing to believe the information given to him by the Special Ability Division. If there were any more problems, he’d better be careful not to become a double agent within the Port Mafia’s undercover Special Ability Division.

Being a double spy sounded quite thrilling.

Anyway, it’s all the same.