How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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Beren poked Sirocco's face.

She looked at the crowds coming and going in the distance, chatting happily in the sunshine of the square, creating a harmonious atmosphere.

"Then I thought, if you steal from ordinary people, you'll be punished if you're caught. But what about stealing from bad people? It's more difficult and more interesting, and usually they won't tell anyone."

"And you actually did it? And you weren't caught?"

Beren thought for a moment:

"Correct."

Sirocco exclaimed "Oh, oh—", with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"You probably never imagined that a top student like me would do something like this."

"Being able to graduate from medical school normally means you are indeed an excellent student."

“I admit I’m a bit strange. Normally, after being disciplined by my grandmother, I should never touch the ‘stealing’ thing again. However, I haven’t done it for a long time after leaving my hometown for college. There are so many surveillance cameras in big cities. Since coming here, I’ve basically given it up.”

"It's okay. It's strange that I fell in love with you. This isn't even a problem for you."

Sirocco gazed at him with an interested yet gentle look.

A surge of heat welled up in Belen's heart, making her feel a tingling sensation in her chest.

He quietly reached out, about to take Beren's hand—

With a "smack," it was gently slapped away by Beren.

Sirocco, you're no ordinary person either.

When ordinary people hear me talk about this kind of thing, they will give me advice or something.

You actually accepted it all.

No, I know.

He had already accepted it, but I was a little hesitant to believe his good intentions.

Having someone who appreciates you is indeed quite nice.

"Don't get too cocky. Just because you say you like me doesn't mean you can lay a hand on me."

"Haha, we've been found out... ah."

As if asserting sovereignty, Beren's long, slender, and fair hand suddenly covered Sirocco's hand.

Sirocco looked surprised.

Beren smiled sweetly, revealing her pearly white teeth.

"Don't misunderstand, I want to hold your hand right now, so you can hold it."

My fingertips hooked into the gap between Sirocco's fingers, gripping them tightly; the touch was warm and smooth.

The first time we held hands, instead of the pounding heart I had imagined, I felt a strange sense of peace.

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Hill stood on the ground floor of the coffee shop, under a tree across the street, gazing at the two with a resentful look.

She took out her phone, intending to make a call to bother them—

"Hello...are you Sirocco's sister?"

A girl with light blue hair spoke to him.

A lightweight babydoll top paired with shorts looks like it was tailor-made for her, and it suits her perfectly.

Pale blue hair, sculpted features, and that aristocratic air that belies his commoner status...

Hill stared at the girl who had spoken to him, his cold gaze piercing through her sunglasses leaving the blue-haired girl bewildered.

I feel like I recognize it from somewhere.

“enmmm.......”

She closed her eyes, held her head, and tried hard to remember.

111. The Mystery of Beren

Hill chose to ignore it and turned away.

"Wait a minute! Why did you leave without saying a word?!"

"My mother told me not to talk to strangers."

"I'm just an ordinary high school girl who happened to be passing by!"

"Big sister, your emphasis on being ordinary is suspicious enough."

Besides, she also had the (in her opinion) important task of determining whether the women her brother knew were good people.

After Hill took two steps, the blue-haired girl was anxiously at a loss.

"That, yes, it was Cass. Cass sent me! He asked me to check on Sirocco's condition."

Cass?

Hill stopped in his tracks.

That brother's nouveau riche friend?

So, does that mean she knew Hill through Cass?

Hill finally made the connection and understood why the person in front of her looked so familiar.

This woman must be a relative of Cass.

Hill urged the other person to continue with a look in his eyes.

"Cass told me his friend Sirocco is on a date today... and sent me to check things out, just in case that woman has bad intentions?"

"..."

It turns out that it's the same as my goal.

"Sirocco said I... no, I didn't want Cass to come! So Cass sent me instead, out of concern for him as a friend. He's worried he might get scammed by a bad woman. There have been a lot of scams lately, so he has to be careful!"

Before Hill could ask, she gave a rambling explanation.

Cass is a bit too attentive to my brother.

Gay men are terrifying.

"...Big sister, what's your relationship with Brother Cass?"

“I am... the daughter of Cass’s distant aunt, we are very close... Actually, I didn’t really want to come, but Cass insisted that I come. Yes, that’s right.”

The blue-haired girl was extremely flustered and tried her best to appear approachable, embarrassingly making a peace sign with both hands.

It seems more like he was convincing himself.

Distant relatives...

Hill looked speechless and bitter.

The reason sounds too much like a story about a beautiful girl suddenly moving into the protagonist's house and not knowing how to explain it to outsiders, so they just made up a reason.

However, judging from his hair color and posture, he does indeed have a connection with Cass, and doesn't seem to be lying.

Hill extended her white palm.

"?"

The blue-haired girl put her hands up in confusion.

Hill slapped it away.

"it hurts!"

"Show Hill your ID card."

"Ah... okay."

The other person was clearly unprepared for this; after searching their person, they pulled a booklet from their bag—

"Sorry, I left my ID card at home. Is my student ID okay?"

Hill took it as if he had seen something incredibly rare and precious:

"Katia Benor... Heavenly Princess Academy?"

This isn't a suburban school, like St. Lucia's Academy, a prestigious girls' school with a full boarding system and strict management.

In other words, this woman is also some kind of rich young lady.

Hill did not change her attitude and threw the student ID back:

"Hill understands. So, the older sister wanted to see Hill because..."

"Um, you can just call me Tia. I'd like to monitor things with you, Hill; it'll be easier with more people, right?"

"Huh—? No."

Hill was very disgusted.