Editing City Series:Volume2 Chapter 7 (section)

===Part 10===

In a stupor, Fir heard someone calling her name. It was a nostalgic feeling. She had been woken like this as a kid living on the streets of the prostitution district.

…''Fine, fine. I’ll get up.

She Opened her response in a good mood. She slowly opened her eyes, but found a familiar face instead of those old streets.

“Oh, it’s you, Inspector.”

“Have you finally woken?”

Seeing his exasperated behavior, she fully woke.

He propped her up in his arm while she half lay on the floor. What she wore were not her clothes.

She smelled the Inspector’s cologne on the item wrapped around her. It seemed to be his coat, but why was she naked underneath?

She dug through her memories. A lot was missing because she was a Werecat, but she managed to remember it all.

“Inspector, weren’t you dead?”

With that horribly casual comment, she checked her surroundings.

She was in the kitchen. It was the scene of a massacre and the scorch marks of Ashing were just as she remembered.

…''But this is odd.

“Isn’t something about this weird?”

“You’re the weirdest one,” said the Inspector with a frown. “Don’t be killing me off in your mind.”

“B-but…”

“Quiet. The case is over and you helped quite a bit.”

There was nothing she could do when he said that.

She tilted her head and looked up at his face.

For some reason, he was staring at the restaurant past the kitchen.

“What is it, Inspector? You’re looking sad for once.”

“Well…”

He trailed off before opening his mouth again. He must have decided there was no point in hiding anything from Fir, so he asked her a question.

“Hey, am I a hypocrite?”

Hearing that, she blinked her large eyes in surprise.

“Do you have a fever?”

“Y-you know…”

He blatantly frowned and Fir must have found the expression amusing because she smiled bitterly.

“Just kidding. I’m just kidding. I couldn’t help myself when you said something so weird.”

“Is it that weird?”

“It is, it is. Besides, anyone who asks that about themselves isn’t a hypocrite. They’re what you call…um…”

She paused to choose the right word.

“A coward, I guess.”

“Maybe so.”

He laughed quietly.

As he held her up, Fir felt over her body below the coat.

When he realized what she was doing, he spoke up.

“I didn’t find any injuries on you.”

He sounded like he was hiding something and Fir glared at him.

“You saw me naked, didn’t you?”

“Eh? Oh, well, um… Is that anything to say to the person who saved your- ow, ow, ow, ow!”

He smiled bitterly as she tugged on him, but he was back to his normal self.

Fir breathed a sigh of relief at that and placed a hand on the cement floor to get up.

“Huh?”

Her hand touched something.

“?”

She picked it up and found it was a single feather.

She assumed it was a chicken feather since this was a kitchen, but it was not. It was longer, it was sharper, and it glowed.

“Inspector… What is this?”

He gave a simple answer to her simple question.

“Divine punishment.”