CHAPTER 371: VISITING THE SICK (1)

0% Yuria Greyhounder and Lucia Greyhounder just heard a really perplexing news.

“...He’s being hospitalized?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“...”

Receiving the news from Eleanor’s maid, Bella, their faces turned blank at the same time.

They didn’t know much about what happened, but by the time they found out where he was, they had guessed that the others would’ve done something with him.

But even so, such news was beyond what they had expected.

“...Oh, you two are here.”

“...”

What was even more ridiculous was that Dowd, who was lying in the mansion, looked way worse than what they heard.

None of his bones broke, nor was he seriously injured, but he looked so pale and his body was so wobbly he couldn’t even keep his balance. Seeing him, it was natural for them to wonder what the fuck he had gone though since the last time they met him.

“Ah, it isn’t a big deal... They’ve just been squeezing me dry, you know...”

“...”

Hearing that, Yuria and Lucia blushed at the same time.

They weren’t so ignorant that they failed to catch what his words meant.

“H-How many times...?”

“...In these two days? About 500 times...”

Being passed around by the two Purple Devils and the Evatrice Sisters was the reason why he was like this.

He said that it was 500 times in two days, but it felt like they had done it 200 times yesterday alone.

“...”

“...”

To that, the Greyhounder Sisters went silent at the same time.

‘W-Wow...’

‘W-We should be relieved that he didn’t die from all that...’

‘Seriously, they need to know the limits...!’

As the sisters reacted in horror, they could feel someone suddenly entering the room Dowd was lying in while squirming.

“...!”

And they could see how Dowd’s face turned even paler when he saw her.

He looked like a war veteran whose PTSD just got triggered.

“W-Wait, I-I just came to visit you because I heard you’re sick...!”

Seeing his reaction, Riru hurriedly shook her head while putting down the fruits she brought beside Dowd.

She was trying to show him that she only came to give him this and had no ‘other intentions’.

“...Miss Riru?”

“Ah, Saintess.”

And seeing that, Lucia called out to her in a flustered voice.

It was probably because Riru’s face was much more shining than the last time they met.

No, shining wasn’t really the right word to describe it. It seemed like her skin became a lot nicer.

“...”

“...”

The sisters narrowed their eyes at Riru, who was scratching the back of her head awkwardly.

If they were to put it in other words...

She looked much more feminine than before.

Not only that, she also behaved much more modestly than before, as if she was trying to adhere to the image of a ‘woman that men would like’.

What she said afterwards also proved it.

“...U-Um, I peeled them myself, s-so try one. It’ll help recover your energy...”

Riru said so before bringing a slice of fruit towards Dowd’s mouth with a fork.

As Dowd struggled to open his mouth and munched on it, she asked carefully.

“Is it good?”

“Yes, it is.”

“...Hehehe.”

The way she covered her mouth with one hand while quietly showing her joy after hearing his compliment was... Well...

It gave off the vibe of an elegant lady who was experiencing her first love.

“...You’re the real Miss Riru, right...?”

“...What does that supposed to mean?”

Wondering that she was perhaps the Blue Devil, Yuria unknowingly asked that.

It was just hard for her to imagine that this was the woman who’d love to use violence at the first opportunity.

“...How did you change so much like this...?”

“...Have I changed that much to warrant that kind of question?”

Riru asked in bewilderment, but soon she scratched her cheek.

“I mean, I-I’ve undergone all kinds of changes of heart after I got embraced, you know...”

“...”

“S-So, I feel, somewhat, tempted, to act cute—”

“...”

Before she finished her explanation, Riru soon shut her mouth.

Not only because Dowd’s expression darkened upon hearing that, but also because the sisters’ gaze turned prickly at the same time.

“T-Then! I-I’ll get going!”

As if feeling burdened by the gazes that were focused on her, Riru immediately stormed out of the room.

After that, a terrifyingly awkward silence fell in the room.

The last topic just had to be that out of all topics.

As Dowd began to become wary of them, fortunately, Lucia sighed before easing his worry.

“...We aren’t going to make you do it with us.”

“...Really?”

“Of course. Do we look so barbaric that we’d do something like that to someone this sick?”

She continued, sounding as if she was dumbfounded.

“Have a good rest. We’ll be on the watch so that the others won’t bother you anymore.”

That was the moment when Lucia actually looked like a Saintess.

Of course, she had always been a Saintess, but in Dowd’s eyes now, he could feel her saintly presence to the point that he could see a divine light—which didn’t exist—coming behind her back.

“...By the way, you two don’t go around with ‘her’?”

Dowd, who was looking at them almost with teary eyes, suddenly asked.

“Go around with who?”

“The Devil. You know, the other punks usually roam around with their Devils...”

“...Ah, that.”

Yuria said before she stopped and looked at her waist.

At the end of her gaze was Severer, which followed her wherever she went like an extension of her.

“...For now, it’s possible to ‘seal’ her in this state somehow, so I’m doing that...”

“...Seal?”

What did she mean sealing her? I’ve just given the Devils human bodies, and not much else...

As Dowd narrowed his eyes after thinking so, Yuria held the Severer hesitantly.

“...Well, the reason I did this...”

At the same time as her hand was put on the sword, the face of a girl who looked exactly like her stuck out from the inside.

With a burning gaze and the same degree of fervor as her gaze, she...

“Me too, I wanna eat him too—!”

“...”

“I can’t stand the other punks putting their saliva on him! My partner, I want to—!”

Before she finished her words, Lucia struck her head.

As if telling her to stop with the nonsense and quickly go back into the sword.

“...This is why.”

“...”

There couldn’t have been a more appropriate explanation.

Dowd nodded gloomily before replying.

“...Thanks.”

“If you’re thankful, then take care of your health better.”

Lucia said worriedly while tucking him in a blanket.

“So that you can do it with us later.”

“...”

Ah...

So there’s no option to just not do it, huh...?

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“-So we can’t go in?”

One of the guests who had come late at night asked, sounding as if she was at a loss, when she saw Lucia standing in front of her, blocking the door to Dowd’s hospital room.

“...Yes.”

The guests, Faenol Lipek and the Red Devil, who was standing beside her, touched their cheeks while exhaling a ‘Hmph’ sound through their noses.

Biologically speaking, Yuria and Lucia weren’t sisters, but they had so many things in common to the point that one could say their connection went deeper than a mere biological connection. Then again, they were made through the same ‘process’, so it wasn’t hard to imagine why.

But, every time the Homunculus Sisters saw those two, they looked even more like sisters than they were.

The way they behaved seemed so similar that they’d believe it if someone were to say Faenol and the Red Devil were twins.

“-She said so. What do we do?”

“...”

“No need to say anything, I know you’ve been wanting to get embraced by Mr. Dow—”

“Shut up.”

“Look at you. I know you only speak roughly when you’re embarrassed.”

Although the weird part was that compared to the other Devils, Faenol was the more relaxed one compared to the older one.

“Hm... Still, we can’t ignore the fact that he’s sick. We’re not sluts who’d bother him that persistently just to fuck him, no?”

“...”

With the way she said those words, it was as if she was saying that the other women were sluts.

But Lucia decided to just let out a quiet sigh instead of telling her off.

She got a point, after all. While yes, Dowd troubled them often, they still had gone too far with him.

So, it was fortunate that Faenol, who had a moderate temper and didn’t seem like she’d do anything strange—

“Anyway, I have a way to do it while also not making him suffer.”

“...”

“Wanna listen?”

Lucia immediately corrected the thought she just had.

Indeed, this woman too, was just a human being whose desire steered her actions...