174 [3-31] The key item glows for some reason. (2/2)

It's a great way to make sure you're getting the most out of your vacation.

”Please, feel free to do as you please.

He knelt down in front of Rene and held out his head.

Then she touched the ear, squeezing it softly.

”Wow, ......!

Rene squealed and began stroking up and down the soft ear, enjoying the feel of it, and then began rubbing it madly, as if combing her hair.

Miaranse's hair is moist, more like a cat's body hair than human hair.

It was always unpleasant to be stroked by a perverted nobleman who found it amusing, but being touched by Rene was not so bad.

Miaranse's throat rumbled. He wanted to lick Rene's forehead with his coarse tongue.

”Mr. Mehranze. I've never seen anyone like you before. Who are you?

If you mean 'what kind of race are you', then I'm one of the very few Ketsi-humans. It's no wonder you've never seen me before.

I didn't know that.

René responded with a look that said he was simply thinking, ”I see. That was comforting to Mihranze.

”...... Hmm.

”What's wrong?

No. I just thought that you are a good ...... person like my father.

You didn't despise me or hate me when you found out I had beastman blood.

I think it's sad and wrong to disparage or throw stones at others because of their appearance or blood .......

When he heard René's choppy words, Miarandze realized that he had not been thinking correctly.

It's not just about being a good boy or a good person. It was because René knew the pain that he did not separate Miaranse by bloodline or appearance.

Miaranse was so distracted by the abominable execution that she was unaware of how René had lived his life up to that point.

In Ciel-Teirah, she was considered an abomination, with silver hair and eyes. I wonder how much hardship, hostility, and malice Rene has been subjected to just because she was born that way.

In that sense, René was in some ways similar to Miallanze.

”Yikes!

...... You've been through a lot, haven't you ......?

Miaranse couldn't help but stand up and hug Rene.

Her long silver hair touched Miaranse's hand. It was as if she was being touched by a clear breeze.

Rene's body was inexplicably small. It seemed so fragile that she could have crushed him if she had not used enough force.

My chest tightened.

What a terrible fate for such a child.

And I realized how foolish I was for trying to cling to Rene. I had thought that I could just leave everything to René, but such a thought now seemed too unreasonable.

What was he thinking of putting on such a child's shoulders? Before we can cling to them, before we can entrust them, we must walk with them.

”Um, ......?

...... Excuse me, excuse me.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” Rene was confused, not knowing why he was suddenly hugged.

I'll get you out of here, I promise. I will get you out of here. I will get you to the outside world.

”Yes, yes. Thank you, ......?

Miaranse vowed with renewed determination.

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're doing.

How many keys do you have now?

I have a blue key that I found in a jar, a heart key from a puzzle, and ......

The blue key I found in the jar, the heart key from the puzzle, and the square chunk of iron behind the cat picture are also keys?

Rene placed the items he had found in the pocket of his dress on the desk.

It seems to be the pattern of this museum that if you solve the riddle and get the key, or virtually the key, you can go on.

I still didn't understand the situation, but my search was going well despite my incomprehension.

Let's go back to the hall we just left. There might be a door we can open...

There might be a door that can be opened...” A warm feeling appeared on Miaranse's cheek.

”What?

The questioning voices of the two of them overlapped.

It was so sudden.

It was as if an invisible swordsman had been there and swung his sword, and Rene had been slashed from his left shoulder to his right side, ripping his clothes and tearing his flesh, and the splash of blood on his cheek.

”Rene!

Miaranse held Rene as she collapsed in a heap of blood, covered in her own blood.