There were so many things to note and mock that Sū ěr didn't even know where to begin. Well, let's start with the basics—what year is it?
Has the "Accordion" made America Great Again yet?
Seeing that Jibril and Think were about to enter their long-lost (yet seemingly frequent) state of mutual aggression, Sū ěr gaze shifted to the man—or rather, the boy—who had followed Jibril into the room.
He didn't look like a university student; he looked a bit too "weathered" to be a middle schooler. Overall, he had the appearance of a high school student. The black bangs hanging over his forehead allowed him to hide his gaze well, but Sū ěr could tell the boy was observing him.
It was a look of curiosity, as if he were studying a species that looked human but was fundamentally different.
Well, the two women beside him were producing a noise level equivalent to twenty women. Considering they were still in the "verbal" phase and hadn't started throwing punches, Sū ěr decided, after a moment's thought, not to intervene in this minor war.
Think and Jibril seemed to be in a state of equilibrium. If he spoke now, it would likely lead to a disastrous outcome—specifically, the fatal question: "Whose side are you on? Who do you think is right?"
Ugh, painful memories are attacking me. Sū ěr shook his head to banish them.
It was strange. The last time these two were this antagonistic was when he and Think first met Jibril and fought her to a standstill. Back then, they would argue over anything and fight at the drop of a hat.
But Sū ěr clearly remembered that after living together for two years and beyond, the frequency of their bickering had significantly decreased. Aside from the occasional habitual jab, they had become quite peaceful.
So, has the rivalry been reignited in this new world?
Or did something happen while he was unconscious that exacerbated their conflict?
Sū ěr was perplexed. But before he could find an answer, he sensed something abnormal. A faint scent of blood wafted past his nose. To be honest, this scent had been there since he woke up, but considering his own mouth tasted of lingering blood, he hadn't paid it much mind.
But now he noticed it—the source was on the other side of the bed. More accurately, in a corner of this dilapidated room.
A blonde loli—no, a blonde toddler—was kneeling on the ground in a "duck sit" [Seiza-style with legs splayed]. She was sitting on a thin black blanket, but she was clutching... a leg?!
One look told him it was a woman's leg. Judging by the toes, it was a left leg. No blood was flowing from the severed end, only dark red flesh and white bone were visible.
Who is this? What is this?
But before Sū ěr could make sense of this macabre scene, he witnessed a sight that would be terrifying even in a horror movie: the blonde child noticed Sū ěr gaze, but she didn't panic. Instead, she gave him a leisurely smile.
Like the most ancient and noble of European aristocrats, she slowly turned the human leg over in her hands, as if inspecting a fine delicacy... No! It was a delicacy to her!
Under Sū ěr stunned and vacant gaze, the blonde child opened her mouth wide and bit into the severed end of the leg. The sound of raw meat tearing, the sound of blood being sucked, and the crunch of the bone being snapped between her teeth filled the room.
The child was truly savoring this unique "meal." Her eyes even crinkled in pleasure as she chewed and swallowed.
...Did she eat a person?
And only the leg is left?
Staring woodenly at this scene, Sū ěr felt... his killing intent rising.
Even if he no longer wanted to fight for "Great Justice" or "Survival," he could not accept someone eating a human alive right in front of him.
If he couldn't see it, fine. But to expect him to act as if nothing happened when it was right in front of his face? Impossible.
Even if the culprit looked like a cute blonde child, what did that prove other than the fact that she wasn't human?
Sū ěr raised his hand—only to have his wrist grabbed.
"Don't be a fool. That's a vampire... Hm, it's quite convenient that the blood-sucking race in this world shares that name," Think explained, snorting at Jibril.
But Sū ěr couldn't accept that explanation. Although he'd heard rumors of vampires from Hanekawa Tsubasa and Nura Nurarihyon, and this was his first time seeing a Western demon of this world—especially a well-known one like a vampire—his curiosity was no excuse for negligence.
"...So what if she's a vampire? If she—"
"She's not eating a human. More accurately, she's eating a part of herself. I'll explain the details later. For now, just watch," Think said calmly, releasing his wrist.
"Ha? A part of herself?" Sū ěr was confused.
A vampire eating a part of herself... Vampires had that kind of power?
Mist, garlic, silver, crosses, can't cross running water... Sū ěr searched his memory and found only these tropes. None mentioned a vampire consuming their own flesh.
The blonde child ate quickly. There was no "big drinking," only "big eating." In the span of a few sentences, when Sū ěr looked back, the vampire had already reached the foot. The thigh, calf, and bone—everything else had been devoured, the blood licked clean without a trace of waste.
Considering her appearance, she could be the perfect example for teaching kids not to waste food—if you ignored what she was eating.