After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

It took several minutes for Ozzy to realize vaguely that the mount Dazai was referring to was himself.

He pursed his lips and pointed at himself with his index finger: "A mount?"

Dazai didn't even bother to talk to Ozzy. After they landed, they stood on the roof of the building. While looking down, he hummed carelessly twice.

He also thought that if Ozzy got angry, he would get rid of him immediately in this way.Unexpectedly, Oz just tilted his head and thought for a while, and then came to a strange conclusion.

-- "Does your friend want to learn flying magic?"

Ozzy's serious tone finally made Dazai turn around.

Dazai: "What?"

Oz: "If an ordinary person doesn't have a magic circuit... it can be understood as a talent. If an ordinary person doesn't have a talent, they can't learn magic."

He looked a bit embarrassed, because he was seriously thinking about how to fulfill Dazai's wish.

Oz seems to have never noticed that when he is silent, there will be a soft wind around him unconsciously.

The wind will stroke his hair and lift his clothes, just like a naughty child.

And this wind was captured by Dazai.

Dazai squinted his eyes, looked at the strand of blond hair floating on Ozzy's shoulder, and stretched out his hand.

The activation of disqualification in the world made the blond hair obediently fall to his fingertips.

Under Oz's gaze, he gently rubbed the end of the strand of hair with his fingertips, and after a while, he mercifully let it return to Oz's shoulder.

Oz didn't understand the meaning of Dazai's gesture.

The people I met in the past, such as Kamado Tanjiro, Mizuko, and the water column whose hobby is fishing, they all understand better than the young man in front of me.

Maybe it's because they are the kind with simple minds, their emotions are written on their faces, and Ozzy can understand each other's emotions without observing them for a long time.

But Dazai is different.

thought Oz.

He couldn't understand Dazai again, because facing the young man who was always vaguely impatient and indifferent to him, he actually showed a bright smile at this moment.

The eye not covered by the bandage narrowed his smile, like a small crescent moon in the sky, and his usually calm tone became much cuter now.

The way he bent over to get closer to him made him look a little bit childlike.

Such a huge change actually made Ozzy feel flattered.

Dazai imitated Ozzy's movements and tilted his head to look at him: "Hey, you said you are a magician?"

Ozzy was taken aback by Dazai's sudden approach, and he stuttered a little: "No, I'm not a magician, I just know a little bit of magic."

"It doesn't matter whether it's magic or magic," Dazai looked a little happier, "Have you ever seen that kind of dead magic that makes people happy?"

happy death...?

Oz was silent for a while, he saw a kind of expectation in Dazai's eyes.

Maybe it's a friend who is suffering from a serious illness and wants to leave without pain?He blinked and wanted to rub the kind child's head.

Seeing that Ozzy was silent, Dazai straightened up slowly, and gradually returned to his previous indifferent appearance.

"It's not impossible," Oz interpreted Dazai's emotions as disappointment, and he wanted to make the young man in front of him happy, so he replied carefully, "The definition of happy death is too broad, but if you use hypnotic magic to confuse people, Maybe it can make people immerse themselves in happiness and commit suicide..."

Ozzy's voice is getting quieter, magic has never been his means of killing people.

To be honest, as long as Oz can remember, he has never had pure human blood on his hands.

Not to mention leading humans to do evil things.

Oz settled down: "People who commit suicide cannot go to heaven."

Dazai laughed when he heard this sentence: "I didn't expect you to be a religious person."

I'm not human.Oz retorted inwardly, but he still took Dazai's taunt as a compliment.

"If you want people suffering from serious diseases to leave happily, maybe we can find other ways, such as finding a cure on the magic side..."

Dazai interrupted Oz with a strange tone.

He raised his eyebrows, and the mocking sound from his throat sounded lazy.

"Disease? Treatment?"

He laughed so hard that he supported the wall, and at a certain moment, he exchanged this ridicule for expectation.

"what are you talking about?"

The wind around Ozzy stagnated slightly, and then circled in a circle as if nothing had happened.

Oz was confused: "Aren't you going to treat your friend?"

"Why should I leave this kind of good opportunity to others?" Dazai felt strange, but soon understood what Oz meant, "Hey, you don't think that this kind of magic is to be used on others, do you?"

Dazai approached Ozzy again, his stature made him look into Ozzy's eyes with his chin up.But this didn't affect the aura he exuded, which shocked Oz.

Dazai's eyes are like a whirlpool, a black whirlpool that pulls everyone who accidentally steps into the abyss.

"Hello." He stretched out his index finger, hooked Ozzy's collar, and pulled Ozzy in front of him.

Under the sun, they clearly felt each other's breath, and Ozzy even unconsciously counted Dazai's thick eyelashes.

Seeing that Ozzy had the vague intention of distracting himself, Dazai opened his thin lips slightly, and exhaled a foul breath into Ozzy's half-closed eyes.

Dazai raised the corners of his mouth when the eyes that could be called gentle and tolerant came into contact with him again.

"You brought me to that kind of place yesterday because you actually wanted to..."

Dazai paused, then smiled inexplicably.

"If you can use magic to make me die happily, it's acceptable for me to play with you."

think?play?

Ozzy's mind went blank for a moment, but he still found the point of this passage.

"You want to die?"

Dazai's eyes lit up, and he nodded earnestly.

"But you can't die." Oz lowered his voice, Dazai's negative and dark emotions made him instinctively feel angry and regretful.

So, at the wrong time and in the wrong way, he started the topic he had prepared for a long time.

"You won't die," Dazai's shocked blank expression made Ozzy feel complicated, he pulled Dazai into his arms, and lowered his tone, "I'm sorry, I always wanted to tell you that I am a blood race, and yesterday Night...you drank the blood of the vampire and are currently being assimilated into my kind."

Ozzy has not yet expressed his guilt, he wants to tell Dazai that if possible, he will try to make up for him, and then ask Dazai to walk through every long winter with him under the arrangement of fate.

Then, he sensed Dazai's rejection.

It was a cold knife that pierced Ozzy's chest.

Blood slid down the handle of the knife and spread to the bandage-wrapped hands.

Oz saw Dazai's indifferent eyes.

What was different from before was that there seemed to be some glaring disgust in this indifference.

Osamu Dazai seemed to be tired of detours with Ozzy. After discovering that the bandage on his hand was soaked in blood, he took the initiative to let go, removed the bandage from his hand, and threw it on the ground.

It turns out that this is not an arrangement of fate.

Oz lowered his eyes and sighed wearily.

Another human rejected him.

"It's disgusting, I almost believed it, I don't want to hear such disgusting nonsense." Osamu Dazai's words sounded like an awkward child.

He pulled out the dagger mercilessly, and threw it near the pile of bandages.

He didn't feel the thirst for blood, which relieved him a little.

The serious expression of the person in front of him really made Dazai feel a little uncertain.

but……

——Sure enough, he is still a nuisance with strange abilities.

He turned around, deciding to treat Ozzy as air.

Ozzy looked at the wound on his chest and took a step back.

The healing ability brought to him by the blood race was better than expected. The moment the dagger was pulled out, he could already feel the itching of the wound healing.

But despite being exposed to the scorching sun, Ozzy still felt a little cold.

He didn't observe Dazai's expression any more, and he didn't explore his mind any more.

He just opened his mouth, not knowing whether he was replying or sighing.

--"I see."

Zhongyuan Zhong also saw the scene in front of him when he arrived.

The delicate-looking man followed behind Dazai without saying a word, while Dazai leaned half of his body out of the roof, as if he was about to jump down immediately.

Nakaya manipulated gravity to fall down from the sky, stirring up a cloud of dust, his expression became even more strange after seeing the man holding Dazai behind him.

Seeing a young man with his hands in his pockets coming again, and Dazai greeted him with a smile, Ozzy guessed that maybe they were friends, so he returned to a position some distance away from Dazai.

After Osamu Dazai found Chuya Nakahara's arrival, he seemed to relax a little. He glanced vaguely at the annoying ghost behind him, and then moved to Chuya's side.

"Gee, you could have caught your new mount if you had come sooner."

Nakahara Chuya distanced himself from Dazai with a disgusted expression on his face: "If the leader didn't ask me to come here to support you, I wouldn't bother to see you! Stay away from me! Others will think that we have a good relationship."

Dazai snorted when he heard the words: "Good relationship? Do you think everyone is as blind as Mr. Mori?"

"Shut up! You bastard!" Nakahara stared at Dazai, "So what are these things? Have you investigated clearly?"

"What? Then there's a long story—"

"You'd better shut up, anyway, you just need to kill them all, right?"

At this moment, the blind Ozzy chose to intervene in the conversation between the two.

Oz took a few steps forward, seeing that Dazai didn't show any obvious disgust, so he lowered his eyes and turned to Chuya.

He took a liking to this young man who seemed to be full of life.

"You probably need this."

Ozzy snapped his fingers, and a thin vine emerged from his cuff, and a purple flower bloomed under the gaze of the three of them.

He plucked one of them and sent it to Chuya Zhongyuan.

"Wisteria flowers, painted on weapons, can kill them."

Nakahara Chuya and Dazai Osamu looked at each other.

Before Ozzy finished speaking, he seemed a little hesitant, and even his pretty brows were frowned.

Finally, after a long sigh, he took off his gloves and put them and the wisteria flowers on the steps beside him.

"Dirty your bandage, use this if you don't mind."

As soon as the words fell, Ozzy stood on the roof. His posture of turning around finally stopped, and then he jumped down in silence.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also startled. When he looked down, a ghostly and elegant figure had already rushed into the pile of zombies, and the zombies who were unable to react in time turned into fly ash.

"...Your father is not bad. He is very skilled at killing that monster, and I have prepared gloves for you." Nakahara Chuya had a strange look on his face, and he clenched his fist eagerly, as if he wanted to compare with Dazai's "old father" field.

Dazai showed a smile that made Chuya's hair stand cold.

"What did you say?"

"..."

"correct."

"how?"

"That person just now..."

"Is it really your father?"

"...Did you see the wound on his chest? He was caught by zombies. That kind of thing is contagious. Remember to catch him back later."

Under Nakahara Chuya's gaze, Dazai gritted his teeth, hummed a song and chose to go downstairs.