Behind him, atop the stacked shipping containers, a detective in a white robe was quietly playing the ambusher, fists clenched. The wrist blade along his arm glowed faint pink as the scene unfolding in the illusion made his brow twitch violently.
So this was what a simp was?
Just because his goddess praised him, he got like this?
Damn it, I can't take this anymore. Simps deserve to die!
I, Fujino, despise simps more than anything in this life!
Fujino cursed inwardly, transformed into a white phantom, and leaped down from the containers.
The white phantom seemed to descend into the mortal world from beneath a pink moon.
The silver-white wrist blade flashed continuously beneath the dim glow of the full moon.
As the light faded, blood spread through the air.
The wrist blade pierced straight through Calvados's skull, puncturing his brainstem and severing the connection between his brain and body.
In an instant, before he could even feel pain, Calvados completely lost control of his body, every part of him going limp.
Even then, Calvados's lifeless eyes remained fixed on Vermouth through the sniper scope.
His gaze never shifted from beginning to end.
His colorless pupils seemed to reflect the final beauty of his goddess.
Fujino had no habit of talking to the dead.
He pulled out the wrist blade, sidestepped the spraying blood, then gave it a light flick to shake off the blood clinging to it.
The silver-white wrist blade glimmered once more.
Fujino lowered his gaze to Calvados's corpse, a thoughtful look appearing in his eyes.
So Calvados could be killed...
In his recollection, this guy had originally committed suicide anyway. In other words, his weight was relatively low. Once he lost his usefulness, killing him would not face much resistance.
*It seemed the greater