Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 277: Eighty-seven You can call me Visas (End of this volume)_3

According to Leon, Lyra had no choice.

Because Lyra also needed their help, after all, they were still Orthodox, and if it had been one of the other Four Churches, it wouldn't have been just about playing the Holy Sound or engaging in some less-than-fair trade.

So, Lyra had to compromise and provide them with the highest standard of reception possible.

Just like the room Hewinia was currently in, which was so neat and clean it hardly seemed like it belonged to a city that had just suffered a disaster.

Looking at the series of mechanically inventive tools in the room that were characteristic of Lyra, Hewinia couldn't help but compare them to those in the Seed District.

They weren't even in the same league.

Just thinking about the Seed District, with its mountains of dung and its bewildered people, brought back very unpleasant memories for Hewinia, as if she could already smell that stench.

She shook her head, casting those thoughts out of her mind, and then once again observed the items in the room with renewed interest.

Even after such a disaster, Lyra was still a completely different place from Holy Sound.

Hewinia first admired the wall clock, and when it struck the hour, a mechanical bird popped out, startling her into jumping back, her loose hat shaking, making her look like a frightened rabbit.

Interesting.

She couldn't help but smile.

Then she looked at a mechanical crocodile on the desk, it's mouth wide open with teeth that seemed to tempt one to press them.

So, she carefully pressed two.

And then with a "snap".

The crocodile's mouth shut.

Fortunately, her reaction was quick enough, and she had already drawn her hand back.

But it still amused her, her eyes sparkling.

Lyra really did have a lot of interesting things.

As she thought this, she continued searching the room like a child who had never seen the world.

After playing with several items, she shifted her gaze toward the corner, then suddenly paused.

There was a doll in the corner.

Because it was so remote, Hewinia had only just noticed it.

But why was there a doll?

Somehow, seeing the doll made your her otherwise cheerful mood stall a bit.

But she didn't think too much of it, assuming it was probably another one of Lyra's odd gadgets.

Maybe it was a mechanical type? One that could be activated?

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Hewinia approached to check the doll out more closely.

However, she had only just reached out her hand.

With a "snap".

Her outstretched hand was seized.

Hewinia's eyes widened.

This body temperature… it's a living person!

In her surprise, she immediately tried to withdraw her hand.

But, it was grasped firmly.

Meanwhile, she heard a low moan: "I, have been waiting for you for a long time."

Then, she saw the doll slowly raise its head.

She then made eye contact with a pair of eyes that seemed like the stars.

In that moment, she felt as if her breath had stopped, overwhelming fear surged through her, making her involuntarily want to kneel.

"Who who who who who are you!" Hewinia was nearly crying, "Are you hiding here just to scare me?!"

Then she shook her body desperately like a rabbit caught in a trap, babbling incoherently.

"This is really too much!"

"Do you know who I am?!"

"My name is Hewinia! I'm a sophomore at the Holy Sound Three Academy, my instructor is Professor Leanna, if you don't let go now, I will…"

"Hewinia, huh? I know," he said with a light laugh, "The freshman girl from the Three Colleges who you killed in the stable two years ago."

Hewinia, who had been shaking, suddenly froze.

As if the doll had anticipated this, it slowly let go of her hand, its body moving back slowly, seemingly choosing a more comfortable position to sit, but its eyes never left Hewinia.

"Have you really forgotten, or... are you too deep into your role?" he asked with a smile.

After being released, Hewinia didn't run away, but after a brief moment of silence, she raised her hand and removed the hat that had made her look innocently like a little rabbit.

Her curls, like hemp ropes, cascaded down.

The fear and innocence had vanished from her delicate face, and her deep blue pupils were as cutting as ice.

"So..." Hewinia looked at the doll in front of her, "what are you exactly?"

The doll slowly raised its hand, supporting its head, and said with a light chuckle.

"You can call me."

"Visas."