Garen's justice was judged by Garen's sword and decided by Garen's sense of right and wrong.
But in the end, Garen himself was still the one wielding the sword.
The sword was wielded by a person, which meant whether it was swung would inevitably be affected by human subjectivity.
So true fairness had never existed.
For example, Garen had not decisively killed Buggy earlier not because he thought Buggy did not deserve to die, but because Buggy "had someone backing him."
And in this looks-focused world, beautiful women naturally received preferential treatment as well.
With Miss Valentine's vile personality and cold-blooded actions, if she had been ugly, Garen would have given her a Judgment of justice without a second word.
But now, Garen was still rather conflicted as he shook his head and sighed over this wicked woman who had failed to live up to her looks.
"What a pity."
However, Miss Valentine's actions had ultimately crossed the limit of Garen's tolerance for beautiful women.
The greatsword finally came down.
Blood evaporated against the flames on the blade, leaving not a trace behind.
"Two left."
Garen slowly withdrew his greatsword and muttered to himself.
As he turned to search for the remaining two fish that had slipped through the net, he discovered that one of his targets was standing openly right before him.
Mr. 2 Bon Clay.
His arms were covered in countless fine cuts, while parts of his skin bore red-black burns. He looked utterly miserable.
His bizarre okama outfit had also been scorched black by the flames earlier, leaving Bon Clay's only mentally threatening weapon against Garen completely useless.
"You didn't take the chance to run?"
Garen did not rush to attack. Instead, he asked this enemy who still dared stand before him with great interest.
"You should