Genius Scammers Want an Easy Life After Reincarnation

Keela's maroon hair shakes every time she shakes her head in an incredible way.

The red eyes were sparkling and the flames were visible.

"How...?

"I told you before. You know the past you don't know, you know the future you don't know -- that's the fortuneteller."

"....."

Keira chewed her lips in regret.

I pushed and killed a voiceless voice, and eventually I broke my knees and drooped like I thought of everything.

"Keira"

When I tried to call my name with a gentle voice, Keira raised her face weakly and looked at me with vague eyes.

I want you to think about one thing.

"... what?

"That's why I came here and told you this."

"That's why I decided....."

Slowly, the mouth that shaped the smile with a sense of self-ridicule is tied into a single letter.

"... this isn't about threatening me with a story."

"Of course. You can trust me there."

Reach out to Keira on her knees.

His hands, gripped like ice, were cold.

"Yes. If I'm going to report this to Muskel, I have no reason to bother coming to you to declare it. Unless I threaten you and try to do whatever I want."

Well then...

The reason why I couldn't say the word was because I gently stroked the wound running in her palm.

"Perhaps most people will look at this wound and think, I was desperate to put out that fire."

Keira is probably unconsciously distracted.

The flaming backlash within her probably made her do it.

"But you can't fool my eyes. This is a defensive wound."

"... defensive wounds?

"It's a scar you can do to protect yourself from the threat in front of you. E.g. --"

Remove the spoon from the table and shake it toward the key.

Hih!

"... that's the kind of wound you get when you brush your palms aggressively to cover your head, face, neck and other weaknesses."

Putting the spoon on the table with a deliberate noise, Keira exhales as if she were out of alert. And I saw a palm full of scratches.

Kneeling on his knees, he gripped his hands and looked at his swinging red eyes from the front.

"Keira, you were abused by your father."

After twice blinking, a shadow suddenly appeared on his surprised expression.

"They throw things at you, or they hit you with something like a stick.... poor thing. There can be no escape in a closed village like this."

I rolled up her sleeve as I said.

Cutting scratches, brand new bruises, old cuts.

Not once or twice. Evidence of repeated violence for a long time.

"... it's really amazing, fortunetelling. Everything is foreseeable, and there's nothing I don't know."

I shake my neck when I sift.

"No, I'm not a diviner."

When I removed the Seirian emblem from my pocket, Keira held her mouth shut as if she had noticed something.

"There was a remnant of a burnt emblem near the body. If he had really been Ole, he wouldn't have had an emblem. At that point, I deduced that the body was someone else."

And I keep looking into her eyes.

"I knew about the accident emblem, and I pinged it from your hand wound, checked the life of the house, guessed what was happening from the wounds on the wall and floor, and finally put a camera on it."

Huh

"I'm sure Ole is also an accomplice. After strangling him or poisoning him somewhere and killing his father, Ole took him there and greased his face to make sure he didn't know who he was."

Dry laughter leaks from his stunned face.

Keira looked up at the void with no more laughter.

"Well, it's time to make your choice when the sowing is over."

When I clapped my hands with bread, Keela's shoulders jumped.

Stick your fingertips to your eyes as if you were returning to me.

"I'm going to the“ Muskel ”packing house to tell you everything. Then you're done. [M] You will be brutally killed in front of the crowd after being subjected to unparalleled reproach and suffering. It's a good illusion of what happens when you think stupidly."

Her gaze is focused on her fingertips.

You imagined the moment of execution, and your breathing became rough.

"There's only one way to stop it. It's about bringing me to Ole."

"Behind--"

"Your scenario isn't over yet, is it? If you will swallow these terms, I will help you finish."

Keira looks away from me and at the top left. [M]

I'm still lost.

"... what are you going to do when you meet him?

"I'm just gonna ask you a few questions, and then I'm gonna do you a little favor."

"Is that all?

"Yeah, because it doesn't really matter to me that you're trying to run off disguised as your own death."

After opening her mouth, Keira sighed as if she was completely stunned.

"I told you so first. If I were going to report this, I wouldn't bother coming to you."

"But I..."

"Did you burn and kill your real father?

She said her cheeks twitching were stars.

"Muskel identified the burnt body as Or-Lot. That means there's one person they'll never find at this point."

"To...?

Keira smiled at her with a blank voice.

"Yes, let him play the phantom fugitive while carrying his daughter's sins. I'll let you do the last fatherly thing you've ever done."