After walking a little longer like that, I turned my back to make a sound.
“Help me.”
His breath, which had become noticeably rough, had been bothering me.
“I’m running out of breath.”
Considering the fact that he’s an intensive care patient who should be resting, I’ll take responsibility for him.
“Have you been watching?”
“I didn’t watch it, I heard it.”
“Since when have you cared about my breathing? Don’t you care about anything else?”
“It’s great that you have time to joke around.”
It’s not just that he filled a hole in his body and recovered his broken arm.
The body, which recovered rapidly from the spell, needed time to adapt to change and the accompanying fatigue.
However, I couldn’t see what he was thinking when his eyes were falling like a knife.
“What are you looking at with such perverted eyes? If you help me, will you do something wrong?” (Syrinx)
“What if I do?” (Heimdahl)
“I’ll scream, Kyaa pervert!” (Syrinx)
“……”
“Naughty boy, behave well if you don’t want to be chained up.” (Syrinx)
Heimdahl laughed in vain at me, who calmly spoke. He soon pulled up his lips slowly.
Then he murmured softly.
“Miss, you’re a person of no match.” (Heimdahl)
I grabbed him by the arm instead of answering. I flinched more than I thought, but it was only for a while.
“Miss, can I pay my debts gradually?” (Heimdahl)
“I don’t accept installments. If you’re saying thank you, do it now, and if it’s a reimbursement, that’s enough.”
Oh. Then I grabbed him by the face as if I had forgotten and made him look forward.
“We’re busy. Look ahead, kid.” (Syrinx)
It was said to be of help, but I was very nervous because I was close to being hugged by him.
So I led Heimdahl to the front of a building. The entire building was navy blue and unusual in structure.
“Here.” (Syrinx)
From the entrance, they had a unique atmosphere that belonged to the Gothic style. I came over and over again, but it was an unrenovated building.
“……is it really here?” (Heimdahl)
“It is.” (Syrinx)
Heimdahl also had a strange look on his face, perhaps not so different from me.
“Is it a building made for you to go in?” (Heimdahl)
“–The owner’s preference is a bit like that.” (Syrinx)
Those who were guarding the entrance looked at me and stepped aside.
They who guarded the entrance were men who looked alike.
Some of them looked at me and said hello.
“It’s been a long time since you’ve been here.”
“Yes, how are you?” (Syrinx)
As I entered the hallway, a man who seemed to be a mercenary looked at me and guided me quietly.
“This way.”
Along the way, I saw antiques that didn’t fit the building’s aesthetic and dark-looking armor. I wondered if a ghost house would look like this. This was also the taste of the owner who lived here.
The sense of grandeur from the entrance exerted its own pressure.
“Although the atmosphere is like this, bear with it a little. Since this is an important place, it is better to give a feeling of pressure from the entrance, is what the owner of this place said.” (Syrinx)
“Owner?” (Heimdahl)
I elaborated some more.
“This is a private loan business.” (Heimdahl)
Before Heimdahl could say anything else, the guide stopped.
***
“She’s waiting.”
“Haha, the news spreads fast.”
At the end of the velvet hallway, a large door opened wide without a sound.
The owner of the room slowly removed the long pipe he had in his mouth.
“Come on in.”
When Heimdahl and I came in, the door closed behind us.
The office was decorated too luxuriously to be described as a back alley building.
But there’s something that I knew.
The owner of this place is a personage with no difficulty in owning hundreds of mansions all as opulently decorated as this office.
When the owner crossed her legs, long and graceful limbs were revealed. She was dressed in comfortable clothes, and a brush swept and pinned up her hair.
Like an overindulgent drug-user, her complexion was pale and chalky, but her eyes shone with a bright light.
“Long time no see, baby.”
Lintella Dulcinez, the loan shark.
The second person I picked up and treated here.
The Lord of the District 2.