She was as still as a corpse.
Or perhaps the Fallen Angel Amano Yuma from before had long since died, and what remained within that shell was merely Amano Yuma, existing as a tool.
Sometimes, killing someone was easy—easy enough to let one do something so bloody with a sense of pleasure.
"Does Lord Sakura have a plan?"
Nestled against Sakura's chest, Belfast raised her head, her azure eyes reflecting Sakura's face.
She yearned for something, something she could accomplish even as a maid.
Not merely preparing delicious black tea and sweet pastries for her master, nor simply remaining here to care for this home.
She wanted to do more, to provide her master with more help.
She wanted to stain her pure white with her enemies' blood and clear away obstacles for her master, even if they were only insignificant ones. "Have you thought it through?"
Sakura looked at her, her gaze incomparably gentle.
The hand stroking her hair gradually came to a stop, cupping her maid's lovely face.
"Are you prepared to be stained with blood alongside me? Not just blood, but also the curses of those weaklings, their tedious slander, and perhaps even death at the end?"
"Tell me, are you truly ready?"
Words could sometimes be powerless. Sakura understood that very well.
And her maid gave her answer through action. Sakura's lips were kissed, then bitten until they bled. Her maid used her own blood to stain Sakura's pure white.
At that moment, her smile was so beautiful, so mad, so sickly.
And Sakura was the same.
A mad smile, a joyful smile, a crazed smile...
She had long since been a monster wearing human skin.
Sixty-Six: The Disobedient Maid
Sitting at the edge of the island, Sakura supported her cheek with one hand as she quietly watched the Black Mud beneath her feet stir to life because of her arrival.
Black light appeared in
Sakura's hand, then slowly descended like stardust.
Joy, gratitude, and love.
Accepting the feelings offered by this life she had created, Sakura smiled faintly.
"Grow up quickly, okay?"
"All right, Mommy will wait for you here."
She looked at the lively Black Mud below, and her gentle smile gained a hint of motherly warmth.
It truly was her child, after all—a new life created with her own power.
She was its mother, and Belfast was its mother as well. As for Nyarlathotep...
She could count as its older sister.
Belfast was involved because this child was a fantasy creation modeled after Belfast as a Ship Girl.
She had already thought of its name.
It would be called Egil~
She was already somewhat impatient for this new life to be born~
"My lord."
Slowly approaching footsteps accompanied a respectful tone tinged with fear.
"Oh, it's you."
Sakura turned her head and looked at Amano Yuma behind her.
A tool wearing clothes now looked a little more human.
"Sit beside me."
"Yes."
There was not the slightest resistance, just like an obedient tool.
She stroked that glossy black hair and inhaled its faint fragrance.
The intimate actions brought Amano Yuma no joy whatsoever. Only deep fear flowed through her heart.
She feared Sakura's existence, and because of that fear, she deeply revered and obeyed her.
Her soft breasts were gripped hard, her nipples tugged. The pain in her body was so clear, yet she gritted her teeth and bit down hard, using that method to keep herself from letting out even the slightest pained cry.
She knew her master did not like that sort of sound.
And she also understood that, as a tool, she could only be used as one at will and could not voice even the slightest complaint.
The pain continued, with no intention of stopping.
Her pretty face was pale, entirely devoid of color.
Her cheeks twitched faintly. Though she wanted to curl up and ease the pain somewhat, she did not dare. She could only force herself to hold steady, allowing her body to endure such suffering.
"Do you hate me?"
The sudden words came with breath brushing against her ear.
Her already pale face seemed to have been drained of every last drop of blood, turning a frightening white.
"I don't!"
Her trembling tone rose sharply with fear.
"Oh?"
Sakura merely smiled. Her smile held a trace of amusement. The hands that had been toying with Amano Yuma stopped and became gentle caresses, stroking the skin reddened by her actions and the body trembling from the pain she had inflicted.
"Is that really so?"
Sakura narrowed her eyes and smiled at the tool before her.
Amano Yuma nodded vigorously, her bitten, bleeding lips looking so vivid.
With her deathly pale face and crimson lips, Amano Yuma possessed a chilling allure in Sakura's eyes at that moment.
"Very nice."
She chuckled softly, the hand caressing that cheek extraordinarily gentle.
The gentle touch seemed as though it could warm one's heart, but Amano Yuma felt only cold. She only hoped her master would not grab her by the throat and squeeze.
She wanted to live. She only wanted to live!
Even if she had to live like a dog.
Her wings had already been violently broken. Now, she was merely a bird without wings.
No, that was wrong. She was a dog, a tool.
She could be played with and trampled on at will, so long as she could survive!
Sakura saw it—that amusing heart.
Her finger lightly poked at Amano Yuma's chest. Though separated by layers of useless fat and skin, each poke felt as if it were striking directly against her heart.
Pain! It hurts so much!
Her eyes rolled back, exposing their whites. Her body arched, and her tightly tensed legs all displayed the pain Amano Yuma was suffering at that moment.
Fluid soaked her black-and-white short skirt, watering the grass beneath her.
This was merely torture.
"Honestly, I haven't had enough fun yet."
Her tone and expression were aggrieved, but Sakura still smiled as she looked at the unconscious Amano Yuma.
She pinched the other girl's cheek and applied a little force.
A pleasant sound rang out, but it vanished in an instant.
She was getting a little bored.
She tossed aside Amano Yuma in her hand as though throwing away trash.
A place for trash, and her adorable child would not enjoy trash either.
"Congratulations. You survived."
It sounded like a blessing, or perhaps a curse.
But Amano Yuma had survived. As a tool, as a toy, she had successfully survived.
To Sakura, this was merely a pastime to kill time, but she had enjoyed herself greatly.
Now that she had a wingless angel, should she go toy with her next target?
Stain pure white wings a deep black, and make a holy angel fall into her own desires?
This was a boring world, but it had many interesting toys.
Demons, angels, dragonkin, vampires, holy spirits, and even ordinary yet interesting humans.
Sakura had many choices, and plenty of time.
An angel did not necessarily have to be her next target.
She sat in a chair, drinking steaming black tea. Pernor lay in her arms, this adorable child nestled against her chest with her eyes closed. Sleeping, she looked like a cute little child.
Setting down her tea, Sakura puffed out her cheeks slightly and looked at the smiling maid beside her.
Why was her maid incapable of understanding human speech?
She had clearly asked for normal black tea, yet here it was again!
"Lord Sakura, is there something you are dissatisfied with?"
"What did you say?"
Sakura smiled, though there was clearly nothing normal about that smile.
Longo-Minyad sped up her eating. Having been here for some time now, although Sakura had yet to drag her into a room and play with her until she could no longer care for herself, she had more or less come to understand this family's characteristics.
It could be called a family, right?
Though it was strange sometimes, it was harmonious most of the time.
All right, don't think so much about it now.
Miss Belfast was courting death again. Though Longo-Minyad did not know what Belfast had added to Sakura's tea, Miss Belfast would definitely be severely punished by Sakura next!
Sure enough, she could see it now.
Belfast had taken Pernor's former place. The little girl, who had been awakened, stared blankly as her big sister roughly removed her long skirt, revealing Belfast's firm, rounded buttocks.
A raised palm, then a forceful strike.
Accompanied by a crisp sound, the maid whose mind was already far from normal flushed deeply. She clenched her teeth, enjoying the lashes of pain and pleasure.
Pernor puffed out her cheeks, while Longo-Minyad remained silent.
She would get used to this sort of thing.
Sixty-Seven: The Controlled Devil
Kiryu Aika.
An utterly ordinary high school girl at Komatsubara Academy.
She enjoyed all kinds of topics related to eroticism. In other people's eyes, Kiryu Aika was an oddball who did not fit in with normal girls.
Even among men, she seemed exceptionally strange.
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