Chapter 3.2

An uncomfortable sensation wrapped his body.

And it was this discomfort that made him realize he wasn't dead.

Not just yet.

Wriggling, pulling at the chains binding his arms and torso, he tried to slacken the chains somehow.

He knew it probably wouldn't work, but the irritation from his bindings bothered Tozue.

After he finished struggling in vain, he heard a door open.

Loudly screeching upon and slamming shut with a strong oomph, he heard footsteps across the tiling.

"Oh, you're awake."

With a click, a flashlight beam illuminated the room, running across both of his eyes.

"We gave you a little blood."

After the husky woman's voice stopped talking, the flashlight clicked off again.

"Not enough for you to really recover… I mean… you're skull still has a huge ol' hole in it, but…"

A ceiling light came on, revealing his interrogator to him.

"Even though an entire section of your brain is exposed… you're not dead… congratulations."

It was blonde bitch.

This revelation was a shock to him.

So, with great confusion in his voice, he said:

"Woah… no fucking way! You're 'blonde bitch'!?"

She was slightly taken aback by this new change in his speech

They had been observing him from since he became the insect hybrid.

His behavior since now had been childlike, only using profanity when quoting the insect devil.

Now, Tozue seemed unhinged.

Or, just free from his mental chains.

The blonde woman ignored him calling her a bitch, and introduced herself.

"I'm Emilie Fossum, the devil you're merged with is Norway's property."

Tozue's eyes cleared, and he looked closely at her.

She was in a black suit tailored for a male's body, and her white shirt was unbuttoned enough to start at the top of her cleavage.

Emilie was notably aged, muscular, and tall.

Much taller than him, despite being 5'10.

She took a seat in the wood chair in front of him, putting her left leg over her right.

"And so, you're also Norway's property… until we find some way to separate you two."

Tozue didn't like the second part of what she said, and his nose and mouth scrunched in response.

"Haah..? I'd rather not leave mister insect alone."

When his facial muscles relaxed, he did his best to look her in the eyes, despite her prominent brow casted a shade over her sockets.

"And I'm not the one to back away from his contract."

Emilie abruptly got up from her seat, pushing it back.

Recognizing what he was alluding to, she moved next to his face.

Her comprehension of Japanese wasn't perfect, so she had to replace what she knew.

"Listen here jævel, I could snap your neck right here, you know?"

With a smug smile on his face, he was happy his words riled her up.

"Miss Fossum, my head is just a little muddled right now."

Scrunching up his face and spitting out whatever was left of the blood in his mouth on her clothes, he continued, with a harsher tone.

"Probably because there's a FUCKING BULLET IN IT."