"You used this move to kill your own mentor?"
Yet as a low murmur echoed by Fumihiko Nagashi's ear, the sharp blade tip that had met resistance was lightly lifted by two fingers.
A pair of inky-black, serpentine vertical pupils studied the vile priest before him, who had toyed with the Holy Church, the Mage's Association, the Four Exorcist Families, mixed-bloods, and the various forces of Misaki City, stirring up trouble everywhere.
Gradually, he lost interest.
"You keep shouting about revering and loving God, yet in the end, you merely borrowed the Divine Name to commit evil and satisfy your own desires. Aren't you afraid your god will find out?"
The whisper by his ear and those unfathomable eyes sent a chill down Fumihiko Nagashi's spine.
He snapped out of his daze, hastily pulled back his blade, staggered away, and shouted at the nearby Holy Church members, his expression changing drastically.
"What are you waiting for?! The villain who ruined the ritual and plotted to seize the Holy Body is right here!"
At once, the clergymen who had been forced back gritted their teeth, struggled to prop up their wavering bodies, and charged toward the platform, intending to stop the culprit behind this disaster.
Bang! Bang!
However, several Church knights beneath the platform, the first to answer the call, had barely taken a few steps before their bodies stiffened.
They mechanically turned around, lined up to form a human wall, and swayed as they punched at the companions rushing over behind them, throwing the area into chaos.
The knights narrowed their eyes and saw transparent threads wrapped around those people's limbs at some unknown time, reducing them to puppets controlled by an unseen hand.
Hidden in the shadows, Arakujo Neneko interlaced and danced her fingers, toying with prey caught in