Evil Black Maria - Chapter 96. Kind-Hearted, Hollow Doll

“Funyaaaaaaa……..Oh__?　Shizu, you done?”

Casca, who had been lying on the couch lazily, stretched out, yawning absentmindedly.

She had taken a shower and the burnt smell was gone. Shizuru, who had left the small room with the iron door, smiled a little more sadly than usual and nodded at her.

“…… Yeah. Lady, I’m sorry, but could you clean up after me?”

“I understand, my love.”

Lady changed into her human form, clad in shadows, and walked into the small room at the same time as Shizuru was leaving.

In ten seconds, Izuru’s corpse would be swallowed by the doppelganger, down to the last drop of blood, and buried in its proper place, just as it had been when she had cleared the inn of the devastation caused by Mary’s massacre.

Shizuru then turned his attention to Oboro, who was ironing Casca’s jacket.

“Oboro. Can you check under the floor of the inn where they were staying? The documents should be there.”

“…..”

After putting the jacket on a hanger and nodding her head in understanding, Oboro disappeared like a flash of lightning.

The other task entrusted to the temporary unit was now complete.

“ Huh? Where’s Mary and Ilze?”

“They’re both long gone. Kids who stay up too late fall asleep at odd hours…..Funyaaaa”

Casca rubs her sleepy eyelids and once again yawns loudly.

She must be sleepy too, since she had been up almost the entire night before.

“You should have slept.”

“But first, you have to fix my hair__ “

Then Casca pointed to her head with her manicured fingernails and demanded in an impatient tone.

Sleeping with this left unattended was not a good thing to wake up to.

“Fix___It___now”

“Haha……okay, give me a minute.”

With a slight chuckle, Shizuru gently placed his hand on Casca’s hair.

The pale light emitted from his palm glittered and illuminated her blonde hair.

By the time it subsided, the burnt hair had been completely restored.

“Okay, all done..”

“Grow it out a little bit. Yeah, like Ludmila’s.”

“The hair will reach your knees……Forcing hair to grow out is taxing, so I’m just going to fix it for now.”

“Dammit. Well, at least comb it.”

She was unhappy, but she backed off easily, probably feeling good from being cared for.

Shizuru walked around behind Casca, who demanded to be brushed instead.

“Be gentle___ “

“Yes, I know.”

Her hair looked like a messy wolf cut, but in reality, she had beautiful blonde hair that has been delicately groomed.

Shizuru carefully combed through it, which would normally get someone nearly killed just for touching it.

“…… Hey, Shizu. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Suddenly, in the midst of the work.

Shizuru tilted his head at her when she asked him such a question, looking a bit stumped.

“With what?”

“ I mean the f**king crackpot bitch. Are you okay with killing her?”

Shizuru has no memory of the time prior to seven years ago when he was picked up by Richelieu.

There were surprisingly few people who knew this, and Casca was one of them.

“Her name …… Iskandar(1), was it? She said she couldn’t remember anything either, so maybe she was one of your own?”

Aside from the fact that she misspelled Izuru’s name to an unbelievable degree, she made a comment that was unusual for her, one that showed she cared.

Shizuru blinked his eyes in surprise, and then softly let out a laugh.

“I guess so. When I cut the tendon, I tested the blood and found that most of the genetic data was identical to mine. I’m almost certain she was a relative, probably my older sister or something.”

He could determine most of her physical information from the sensations he felt when he touched her.

Of course, there are individual differences, but based on that, she didn’t seem to be younger than him.

“…… Well, since she saw our faces, Boss would’ve killed her anyway.”

“Yeah”

Anyone who came into contact with Black Maria’s secrets had two choices: become a member of the organization or be killed.

Usually, they are killed. It’s not every day that a person who fits Richelieu’s standards can be found.

“We didn’t need that crackpot, anyway. It’s a shame though, she would have been a great toy.”

“Because lightning magic is particularly noticeable. It’s not a good fit for Black Maria, whose basic principle is to keep information secret, and more importantly, I don’t think it was in her nature to do so.”

An organization that kills only for money, without any conviction or cause.

It doesn’t matter how brilliant a person is, if he or she continues to kill mechanically, what awaits them is a hopeless end.

That’s why Black Maria is full of lunatics.

“You could’ve just kept her alive for a while, couldn’t you?”

“…… Since Ms. Richelieu said she would take care of her, no matter how hard I might try, she wouldn’t be able to escape death. So I thought I should at least end my family’s suffering by my own hands.”

Besides, he continued.

_____After a pause, Shizuru slowly shook his head.

“I certainly didn’t want to kill her, but that’s because it’s the same no matter who I’m dealing with. It’s no different than any other time.”

A sound that contained sadness and resignation.

It was the heartfelt murmur of a man who continued to be an assassin out of sheer force of habit.

“……..hmmmm”

Eventually, Casca’s brushing was complete.

Satisfied with the result, she bounced up from the couch.

“But the bitch has a soft spot for you and the old hag, so why not wait a little longer? Your memory could come back, ya know?”

“Ah…”

She turned towards Shizuru and tilted her head to the side.

The answer he gave to her question was very straightforward.

“I don’t really care about past memories.”

It was really nothing at all.

But then again, perhaps that’s to be expected.

There’s nothing to worry about if you have forgotten.

It doesn’t make any difference whether he had them or not.

“To remember or not to remember. Does it really matter that much?”

For Shizuru, who has given up trying to resist, there is no such thing as the past.

After all, that’s the only way he can exist.