Shirou Kyomine, subjected to such "enthusiastic attention," felt like a fattened New Year's pig tied to a butcher's table. The bizarre sensation sent a chill down his spine.
What made his heart pound even harder was that the slightest movement on his part drew the gazes and auras of the six people opposite him.
There was no way out. He could not escape!
The immense pressure and his instincts' warning made cold sweat bead faintly across his forehead.
"Everyone, I bore no ill intent. I merely wished to remove a hidden danger from this village. Resorting to violence against this lady was only a last resort..."
Seeing that he had seemingly become meat on the chopping block, Shiro Amakusa could only explain with a bitter smile.
"It's fine. We've already forgiven you. But it seems only God is qualified to hear a saint's confession. We can send you to meet Him, so don't mention it."
Samael smiled, his words brimming with malice.
Was a desperate fight still unavoidable after all?
Hearing the teasing remark, Shiro Amakusa did not know whether to laugh or cry. Yet his expression gradually turned grave and cold, and the body he had deliberately relaxed to show goodwill tensed once more.
"If you're going to meet God, it's best to have company."
Just as Samael was considering how to dispose of Shiro Amakusa without exposing himself, a faint, icy snort came from behind him.
"How about I send you all together..."
At the same time, a petite black-haired Gothic Loli emerged slowly from the dense night, grinding her silver teeth as her crimson eyes fixed fiercely upon someone.
"Tch, no. A bastard like you definitely won't make it to that so-called heaven. Hell suits you better!"
Having tracked them here, Black Princess Altrouge paused to think,