"She seemed to be handing out food," Mash said softly as she observed Koyanskaya from afar. Through their conversation with Patsy, they had learned that food was extremely scarce in this world. It could be said that food was the most important resource here, which was why Mash was so surprised to see Koyanskaya distributing it.
"Probably not." Sherlock Holmes, watching through the feed, suddenly frowned. Though he had never formally met Koyanskaya, he knew she was not the sort of person overflowing with kindness.
"That woman..."
Once they drew closer, the Yaga's words finally revealed what Koyanskaya was doing. She was not giving out food—she was selling it at exorbitant prices. When one Yaga merely muttered a quiet complaint, she ordered the Slaughter Hunter behind her to kill him.
"My lady, we really have no money left." Not a single Yaga present cared about the one who had been killed by the Slaughter Hunter. Their eyes remained fixed on the pile of food before Koyanskaya. If anyone else had possessed so much food, they would likely have rushed forward and begun fighting over it. Yet before Koyanskaya, none of them dared.
They did not fear Koyanskaya herself, but the Slaughter Hunter behind her. In this country, the Slaughter Hunters represented the will of that supreme Emperor.
"No money? How could you possibly have no money? You may not have any, but what about those weaklings?" Koyanskaya was utterly unmoved by the Yaga's pleas. Instead, she revealed an inscrutable smile.
As Koyanskaya's words fell, the Yaga present fell silent. But in the next moment, slaughter began. The Yaga started seizing the possessions of those around them.
"Damn it."
"Stop, Mash, Ritsuka. This isn't something you can stop."
Seeing the town square turn into a battlefield in an instant, Mash and