Gin no Juujika to Draculea - Volume 03, Epilogue

Mei Fang’s rebirth story takes him back 20 years to the year 2002, becoming a 6-year-old boy who just wet the bed during nap time.On this same bed-wetting day, he tightly grasped a fate he had overlooked in his previous life, a love story spanning beautiful years, thus beginning a new journey—“Mei Fang, the three of us, are we going to be forever and ever, always good friends?”“Pinky promise… it’s a deal… no change is allowed… for a hundred years.”From a well-behaved little angel to a mischievous little devil.From a troublemaking wild girl to a cold and aloof female top student.The personalities of these playmates who spend their days together will evolve with the changing circumstances. Do you still like the way she was at the beginning?Playing with childhood sweethearts, and frolicking through the day, their paths crossed at the doorstep of their youth.Not shy or reserved, only infatuated without constraint.

Rebecca imagined many things after finishing university; dying was not among them.Being reborn as the twin Sister to a different worlds Hero, and dealing by default with his opponents certainly wasn't what she imagined either.English is not my first language, so there will be mistakes. I will try to avoid them but make no promises.----The world this story is playing in, and the characters that are in the original story all belong to Tang Jia San Shao.

Do not underestimate the act of tilling the soil. The practice of farming holds the power to command the clouds and dictate the rainfall with a mere flick of the wrist. Similarly, never undervalue the humble farmer, who might draw the gaze of stunning women, and vie for the affections of fluttering butterflies.A stunning journalist makes for a worthy companion, and even an aloof, imperious law enforcement officer could be brought to plead for mercy. A tutor? Allow me to provide additional instruction! I may appear as a regular individual, but through a stroke of fortune, I have embarked on a captivating journey, dancing amidst the wind and the clouds!

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?