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These words were like a key, unlocking a tightly locked door in Fujino's heart.
She suddenly realized that the person in front of her was the first to see through her disguise, the first to not treat her like a monster, the first... to make her feel truly alive.
After a long silence, Fujino made a decision.
She took a step forward, knelt on one knee, and gently placed Shiraishi's hand on her forehead.
"I am your property now."
Her voice was firm and clear, without the slightest hesitation.
Shiraishi Kawa was clearly stunned, and he tried to pull his hand back.
"Hey, I never said I wanted to take in slaves—"
"Not a slave."
Fujino raised her head, her purple eyes gleaming with an unusual light.
"I'd be a dog, I'd be a tool. As long as I can be by your side... I'm willing to be anything."
The night wind suddenly became noisy, and the sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance.
Shiraishi's expression shifted from surprise to helplessness, and finally to a soft chuckle.
"This is... truly an unexpected development."
He bent down to help Fujino up, his movements unexpectedly gentle.
"First, we need to solve your Mystic Eye problem. An uncontrolled Mystic Eye holder is like a ticking time bomb."
Fujino nodded obediently.
"I'll follow your instructions."
"There's a guy in this city who's good at making the Demon Eye Killer."
Shiraishikawa looks out at the high-rise buildings on the other side of the city.
"Although he has an eccentric personality, his skills are truly first-rate."
"Demon Eye Kill?"
"A special type of glasses that can suppress the power of the Demon Eye."
Shiraishikawa explained
"Demon Eye Kill?"
Asagami Fujino seemed unaware of what had happened to her, and tilted her head in confusion.
This simple action was like opening Pandora's box—the moment her gaze shifted away, those demonic eyes that had been suppressed for many years suddenly awakened.
"careful!"
Shiraishikawa's warning came half a second too late.
The wall that Fujino caught a glimpse of out of the corner of her eye suddenly twisted and deformed, the bricks collapsing in a spiral shape from the center point as if they were dough being kneaded by an invisible giant hand.
The steel bars emitted a piercing metallic groan as they were twisted into a pretzel shape.
The entire load-bearing wall collapsed with a roar, shattering the three-story structure of the abandoned building behind it, sending smoke and dust billowing into the sky.
"It can't be stopped..."
Fujino trembled all over, her pale purple pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.
"I can't control these eyes!"
She abruptly turned her head and closed her eyes, tears seeping from between her eyelashes.
Shiraishi River's figure remained motionless amidst the smoke and dust.
His left hand remained in his pocket, but his right hand pressed against Fujino's face with superhuman speed.
The twisting force spread along his arm, and the fabric at the cuff instantly turned into spiral strips of cloth, but only a few fleeting magic circuits appeared on his skin.
"Breathe, follow my rhythm."
Shiraishi's voice has a peculiar rhythm.
"Inhale for three seconds, hold your breath for five seconds... Yes, that's it."
Fujino's trembling gradually subsided.
When Shiraishi's palm completely covered her eyes, the rampaging magic flowed back into the depths of her pupils.
A pale blue light emanated from his fingertips as he drew intricate runes on the girl's eyelids.
"Your nerves have been damaged by painkillers for too long."
Shiraishikawa released his grip, revealing Fujino's eyes, which had returned to normal.
"It's like a person who has been wearing shackles for a long time suddenly having them removed; they end up not being able to walk."
Fujino blinked tentatively, and suddenly a crack appeared in the glass cover of a streetlamp in the distance.
She tried to close her eyes in panic, but Shiraishi Kawa grabbed her chin.
"Don't resist it. These eyes are your real organs now, just like..."
Shiraishikawa suddenly curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.
"As natural as a teenage boy's morning erection."
"Mr. Shiraishi!"
Fujino's pale face instantly turned red.
"It's just a joke."
Shiraishikawa let go of his hand.
"What your father fears is not the Demon Eye itself, but the possibilities that this power represents."
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He turned and walked toward the ruins, his boot crushing a twisted steel bar.
"An existence that can easily overturn the laws of physics will naturally instill fear in mortals."
The night wind dispersed the smoke and dust, revealing the horrifying cross-section of the building behind—a six-story structure that looked as if it had been pierced by a giant drill, forming a perfect spiral-shaped cavity with a diameter of twenty meters.
Fujino stared at her hands, her nails digging deep into her palms.
"But you... why aren't you afraid?"
Shiraishikawa suddenly burst into laughter, the sound startling a flock of crows in the distance.
"Because I'm more dangerous than the Demon Eye, little girl."
A crimson glint flashed in his eyes as he turned, but it vanished in an instant.
"Let's go, it's time to find you a nanny."
Three hours later, in front of a Western-style villa on the outskirts of Guanbuzi City.
Fujii followed closely behind Shiraishi, when suddenly he was startled by a figure on the steps and took a half-step back.
The girl with long pink hair looked like a cat waiting for its owner to return home, with a lace skirt peeking out from under her pale white cloak.
Her movement toward Shiraishikawa was inhumanly light, but she suddenly turned toward Fujino halfway there—her deep red pupils reflected Fujino's suddenly contracting demonic eyes at extremely close range.
"real name."
Shiraishikawa grabbed the girl by the back of her collar.
"This is Asagami Fujino, my newest collectible."
Mana Ouma tilted her head to look at Fujino, then suddenly reached out and poked the bruise on her collarbone.
"Does it hurt?"
A faint light shimmered at the fingertips, and the wound vanished instantly.
"Th-thank you..."
Fujino's gratitude stuck in her throat.
The hand that Zhenming had just retracted was stained with dark red blood beads drawn from her wound, which were being rolled into her mouth by the tip of her tongue.
"It tastes bad."
Real name frowned.
"It all smells like painkillers."
Shiraishikawa flicked Mana's forehead.
"Don't scare the newcomers."
He pushed open the carved door, and a silver-haired girl appeared in the entrance hall like a ghost, but vanished into silver particles the moment she met Fujino's gaze.
"That's part of Lilith."
The explanation is that his real name is displayed on Shiraishi River's back.
"She hates all moving objects... except her owner."
The interior of the villa is much larger than the exterior.
As Fujino followed her through the corridor filled with oil paintings, she noticed that the figures in some of the paintings moved their eyes.
Shiraishikawa stopped in front of the third obsidian door, and the doorknob automatically rotated into a snake shape.
"your room."
He pushed open the door, revealing a Japanese-style room that blended modern and traditional elements.
"The curtains must be closed before the Demon Eye Kill is completed."
Just as Fujino was about to thank her, Mana suddenly hugged her from behind.
The bathwater is ready.
A sweet voice rang out close to my earlobe.
"Would you like me to scrub your back?"