The second time Wensel saw that person, she was sitting on the railing of the top floor with a glass of unfinished milk, with a prosperous light beneath her feet, like a flowing river. The wind was howling, raising her hair, and all she could think about was choosing a good day and jumping off.
She closed her eyes, fell, and at the critical moment, she was caught.
Wensel raised his eyes, saw the person clearly, raised his hand and said hello expressionlessly: "It's you, Mr. Annoying thief."
The person who came looked like a gentle college student, with a pair of deep black eyes, like the flowing night. He wore blue earrings and a bandage on his forehead.
He looked at her for a long time and then said: "After using your ability, I don't need to read anymore."
Wensel knows why. Her telepathy ability [All Beings Are Equality] can be forcibly sealed. One of the limitations is that this ability is not valid for [Wensel Assarts]. In other words, this ability will also be effective for users other than her.
The girl thought for a moment and asked him: "Do you think this is after-sales maintenance?"
Chrollo: "Isn't it possible?"
Wensel suddenly realized that the person in front of her might become the biggest obstacle on her way to embrace death.
Wensel: "How about you give me a knife? Maybe my abilities will disappear after I die?"
Chrollo: "Are you sure your thoughts will disappear after death?"
Wensel: "Sure."
The curvature of the other party's mouth remained unchanged, and she did not speak. Her obsidian eyes reflected her face... It was obvious that she didn't believe it.
Wensel sighed.
Wensel: "I've never died, how do I know?"
Wensel: "At worst, you won't have to read it for the rest of your life."
Chrollo: Smile jpg.
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It's probably a sad story about someone trying to commit suicide and someone trying to save others (forced to do so) / Namaste
Chrollo, I'm here to persecute you!
Intention: For you, your existence is an eternal miracle