Parasite Relationship

Inside the luxurious hourly room,

Nash sat on the edge of the large bed, constantly relaxing his mind through deep breathing, adjusting his condition as much as possible, and trying to recall his essence as a parasite.

"Boss William, should I take a shower first?

Although I washed myself many times before leaving the circus, scrubbing every inch of my body clean.

But I accidentally fell into the sand just now, and then walked for a while. My body might be a little dirty, so it might not be good to parasitize your brain like this."

William stood leaning against the door. His perception spread outward, and he found that the entire way station had been deserted. "It's fine. There's no need to be overly particular about cleanliness~ By the way, Nash, your reputation is pretty impressive. These people are actually this afraid of you.

"How many people did you kill in the past to make them so terrified?"

Nash's scattered eyes shifted back and forth, as if he were making a careful calculation.

"They're probably afraid because of the parasites inside their bodies, right? Hmm, maybe not. There are other Sick Ones staying at this inn... All things considered, I've killed at most a little over a hundred people.

"But every one of them seriously hindered the circus's development,

"thinking they could investigate the truth behind the circus,

"or recklessly seeking death by daring to obstruct or intercept the circus's supplies.

"Normally, Aite wouldn't show himself. I would lead Poker Face's assassination squad in swiftly cleaning them up, though it was unavoidable that I would expose myself."

"Mm, all right~ Let's begin the parasitism."

"We're starting already!? I thought you'd perform some special ritual or take a nap first, Boss."

"It's just simple parasitism. Why make it so complicated?