You're Too Strong

"Are you the Ice Witch?!!!"

Feeling the bone-piercing chill in the air, Kuzuki Sōichirō's previously calm expression finally changed.

His pupils in particular rapidly dilated, revealing the turmoil in his heart.

He would never forget that day nearly ten years ago, when he and over a hundred companions had taken part in a kidnapping operation under the organization's orders.

The target they had assumed would be easy to handle had suddenly unleashed a power no human could comprehend, slaughtering every intruder with the bearing of a god.

At that time, Sakura had been a loli less than a meter tall.

And Kuzuki Sōichirō had happened to be the sole survivor.

Because he had been one step too slow and failed to rush inside immediately, he had witnessed that slaughter, as gorgeous as a work of art, with his own eyes. Then he had disguised himself as a frightened ordinary person and swiftly fled the scene.

After that, the organization never contacted him again, nor did he take the initiative to contact them. He had lived on in a muddled haze, like a walking corpse.

Later, through certain channels, he learned that the little girl they had intended to kidnap that day was known among a group possessing special powers as the "Ice Witch."

"Have we met?"

Sakura asked, habitually tilting her head.

Ever since she had discovered that Allen would grant any request she made whenever she performed that gesture, she had trained it into a habit.

Although she no longer looked as cute as she had when she was little as she grew older, it still possessed considerable destructive power against Allen, while carrying the unique charm of a young girl.

Kuzuki Sōichirō nodded slightly. "Yes! We met once ten years ago. Back then, I thought I would die