"A Black Letter? After all these years, the Organization still hasn't changed a bit when it comes to being inhuman."
Seeing Clare's sorrow, Teresa first looked heartbroken, then her expression quickly shifted to utter disgust.
Apart from twisted, deranged psychopaths, no one enjoyed killing their best friend with their own hands.
What was more, the Organization usually did this merely to test whether its Warriors were loyal and whether they had been brainwashed by its rhetoric about "protecting humanity."
If a Claymore who received a Black Letter showed even the slightest doubt or hatred toward the Organization, it would have her purged without hesitation.
During her century-plus stay in Sky City, Teresa had never been idle. Not only had she tempered her soul day and night, but she had also borrowed many books from its largest library, so she understood very well the motives behind the Organization's dirty tricks.
Unfortunately, the more she learned, the more she felt that its leaders were a bunch of idiots who thought themselves clever.
Or rather, their thinking was too limited, and their methods were downright crude.
They had no idea that there were actually many better methods and forms of psychological suggestion that could make the Warriors willingly go to their deaths.
"Have you ever received a Black Letter?" Allen asked with interest.
Teresa nodded lightly. "Yes! One, from someone named Rosemary. But she didn't send it because she wanted me to be her executioner. She was jealous that I'd replaced her as the new No. 1, so she wanted to use her awakened power to kill me and prove she was the rightful No. 1. She was pretty formidable. Killing her took quite a bit of effort."
"By effort, do you mean releasing just ten percent of your yoki and turning your