Detective Agency of the Bizarre
Chapter 713 - 713 Two hundred thirty-two

713: Two hundred thirty-two.

Love at the end of the world is worthless 713: Two hundred thirty-two.

Love at the end of the world is worthless The atmosphere was becoming heavy, and Raimy shifted the topic, “Don’t you find Amber doesn’t seem like one of us?”

“What do you mean by ‘us’?”

Raimy gazed at the silhouette merging with the rock wall outside the safe house, “My brother and I, because we emerged from stories, do not crave human nature, and Sister Aidanvoya is still very weak; the children treat us like family.

Amber belongs to the outlandish beings, but it strangely stays calm on Seaview Cliff, neither coveting you nor harming others, unlike its frightful appearance.”

Seaview Cliff was a name born with the safe house; they couldn’t always refer to this place as ‘the top of the cliff.’ A home should have a name.

“Because of Anna?”

“Obviously not.

If that were the case, without Anna, apart from my Banshee’s Howl, we couldn’t hurt it at all.”

Only Anna could threaten it, and without her, it had no reason to suppress its nature.

“Maybe it’s like livestock, such as cattle or sheep, that we have domesticated,” Raimy suggested her deduction.

It really resembled the process of how people once domesticated wild animals: displaying powerful strength at Arlen Kingdom—feeding food—companionship from dawn till dusk—a more comfortable environment and food than before.

Raimy continued, “I’m not sure if this situation is a coincidence or something else, but don’t you find it odd that a creature behaves like an animal?”

“You think it was tamed by some existence?”

Domesticating wild animals required several generations, sometimes a dozen or more.

Amber was very docile and had shown no signs of wildness thus far.

If fitted into the theory of domestication, Amber’s species must have been trained for several generations.

But this was a scientific deduction, the elusive power of creatures was simpler and harder to understand.

Raimy was stupefied; she hadn’t thought of this.

“When Anna returns, I need to collect some blood from Amber.”

She was concerned that whatever might be behind the domestication of Amber could possibly discover Seaview Cliff.

They had to wait for Anna’s return because only she could suppress Amber.

…

Serica Darel trusted no one.

Except herself.

Since the night the disaster struck, this young lady in her twenties had gone through many terrible experiences—most were human-related.

Since few could escape the creatures.

Serica Darel vividly remembered the past dozen days.

The fog burned like fire, the church bells were drowned out by a chorus of cries, and the acrid smell of burning was everywhere; people scattered in panic on the streets.

She was one of them, but smarter, or rather, more rational; not scattering about like headless flies on the streets, attracting creatures with their screams, instead she hid in a stone house that wouldn’t burn.

The Serica Darel of now often regrets, had she hidden in a grocery store or a restaurant, the following events would have been avoided.

However, at the time, it was one of the smarter choices.

The homeowners, an elderly couple, took in Serica Darel.

Unfortunately, creatures broke in shortly after, and only she herself managed to hide in the cellar, crawling out quietly after the creatures left at dawn.

Once Serica Darel took to the streets, she saw devastation.

Starving, she searched for food and encountered some survivors with suspicious behaviors.

They marveled at her luck—for the creatures had not departed, yet she managed to walk half a street openly.

Serica Darel naturally became a member of the survivors’ group.

Their goal was to cross Sugard Mountain and go to the other side of it.

But they were attacked by creatures before they could leave Belfast, and Serica Darel separated from the other survivors.

Yet she was fortunate again to come across another group of survivors.

This group of survivors did not plan to leave, at least not for the time being.

They started out as united as a bundle of twine.

Children, women, and the elderly hid at the shelter while the men went out to search for food, but each departure could mean someone wouldn’t come back.

Over time, the men started to complain about why the do-nothing children, women, and elderly were sharing the food.

Serica Darel had no choice but to join the food-gathering team.

Her luck was really good; even though she couldn’t bring back food every time, she always made it back to the shelter safely.

But gradually, Serica Darel noticed the men around her looking at her with increasing greed.

She left there before anything terrible happened.

Afterward, she encountered two groups of survivors who were barely clinging to life in the ruins.

The first group believed in something strange, offering all their food in hopes of protection.

Serica Darel pretended to be a Believer, but one night during prayer, she slipped away, only to soon hear cries and screams coming from inside the building.

The second group practiced a cruel survival of the fittest; those who lost their value would become food.

Serica Darel once witnessed a strong man, who always brought back the most food, being mobbed and killed by the survivors, merely because he had broken his leg when a doorframe fell on him while scavenging.

After that, Serica Darel no longer actively sought out groups of survivors, perhaps because there were none left.

About seven days earlier, an uninvited guest had burst into the house she was avoiding.

It was a man around her age, with a face full of fear.

Serica Darel had intended to wait for him to leave, but the man seemed to find the place safe and settled in.

Serica Darel had to leave the basement to make him go away, but then softened to his pleas.

This soft-hearted moment would become a lifelong regret.

Danger always makes a man and a woman fall in love quickly, despite various problems, like…

the food starting to run out.

Serica Darel was terrified and dared not go out.

The food Serica Darel scavenged wasn’t enough for two people.

Occasionally, when she brought back a lot of cans, Mike would eat them uncontrolled, as if he wanted to die gorged.

The situation quickly deteriorated, and then Serica Darel went four or five days without finding any food.

Mike was famished.

He cursed Serica Darel loudly for being useless, and their relationship became tense.

One night, as they rested, Mike wrapped his arms around her and leaned in for a kiss.

Serica Darel thought her lover wanted to mend their relationship, but then she felt an agonizing pain tearing through her lips.

Serica Darel pushed Mike away; his mouth was bloody, still chewing her lower lip, like a Demon.

In the end, she killed Mike and dragged his body to the backyard to bury during the day.

Serica Darel could have eaten Mike, but she didn’t want to live so…

filthy.

What difference is there between a cannibal and a monster?

Even if she had become a rat hiding in the dark, damp shadows.

Now, every time she drinks water or eats, the drafty gaps between her teeth remind her of the bitter fruit that trust brings.

[…Sssshhh… Himfast… Sssshhh… Safe…

Quiet…

Keep silent…]

A faint broadcast was coming from the radio.

Serica Darel snorted and turned off the radio.

Who knew that it wasn’t a trap woven by traitors betraying humanity, luring survivors to sacrifice to their nonsense deities.