Operation Red Book

"Hmm... She told me that she wanted to take all the blame on herself, die as a sinner, and return as the god of death."

Raphael said this with a pout, his tone full of unspeakable grievance.

Ivy opened her eyes, took a long breath, and replied: "I don't think this is a good way, what do you think?"

Raphael jumped up excitedly, waving his hands and spinning around: "Me too! Me too! I think so too!"

After turning around a few times, Raphael suddenly became quiet and sat back on the floor beside the bed in a sullen manner:

"But she didn't listen to me, even though she never listened to me before..."

"Well, just tell her that the kids love you, they don't blame you at all, and they all hope you can continue to be their friend."

Ivy tilted her head, her eyes, half covered by her eyelids, still gleaming with faint tears.

"it is good--"

Raphael raised his hand high and drew out his voice, acting childish like a kindergarten kid.

"Okay, get out of here, I want to sleep."

Ivy turned her head away mercilessly, her eyelids covering her entire eyeballs.

"No, no! I still have something to ask you!"

Raphael kept pestering her from behind, which made Ivy frown.

"Talk, talk, and get out of here when you're done..."

Raphael's grin widened even further. He stretched out a skeleton-like index finger, passed it through the thick black hair, and gently rested it on the back of Ivy's neck.

Ivy shrank back in excitement. The mark of Dorian's teeth was still there, engraved deeply in Ivy's heart like a brand.

The back of her neck had been swollen and aching intermittently, and every time the pain came, Ivy would recall the suffocation, the madness, and the painful entanglement between the two of them.

In just a moment, Ivy was forced to shed a tear by Raphael's cold fingers.

The numbness on the neck was still there, and the red and swollen palm prints moved up and down with Ivy's sobs, with a strong presence.

Raphael wanted to say something teasing, but seeing this situation, he had to swallow his words.

A stream of cool water flowed out from between his fingers, injecting into the wounds on the back of Ivy's neck and between her neck.

The water flows gently and agilely, as soft and smooth as silk, and gurgling like a stream.

Feeling this comfortable power, Ivy gradually relaxed.

"What do you think of Dorian now?"

Raphael's tone was mysterious, without the usual twists and turns.

Ivy was silent, her whole body shrank, her shoulders trembling slightly, and tears streaming down her face.

After a long while, she finally uttered an indistinct sentence listlessly:

"I don't want to see him again."

Raphael understood, and after Ivy's neck injury was almost healed, he stood up and walked towards the door of the room.

Before leaving, he turned around and looked at Ivy, who was curled up on the bed, and his tone became weird again:

"Grace's holy water is limited, so I have to use it sparingly. After all, that curly-haired kid lost half his life, hehehehehehe!"

"What happened to Joshua!"

Ivy suddenly panicked and struggled to half sit up.

The purple figure was only half exposed at the door, and Raphael gave Ivy an obscure smile.

Then, he disappeared at the door of Ivy's room in the blink of an eye, leaving only the echo of "Hehehe".