Back on the Kisaragi Train! The Factory Master's Manager Disdains the Ghost God-If He Isn't a Ghost God, How Can He Hurt Me?

"Just say the word, Uesugi-sama. Who are we cutting down?"

Having finally sensed Uesugi Tetsu's fighting spirit again, Qing suddenly spoke up. He was unusually excited. "Is it those little pests inside the city, or the demons and monsters outside?"

Qing, who had not tasted blood in a long time, was getting impatient.

"If it's someone inside the city, I've already memorized quite a few of them. We can go straight to their doors later... As for demons and monsters, there shouldn't be a problem with killing every one we encounter, right?"

"—Little Qing, you're too extreme."

Uesugi Tetsu slipped the black-and-gold VIP card back into his pocket and answered with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Qing was puzzled. "Uesugi-sama, where exactly was I being extreme?"

He said matter-of-factly, "Those who pose a threat should naturally be killed, and the seedlings of a threat must be crushed as well. As for demons and monsters, whether they pose a threat or not, whether they look good or evil, they should all be killed."

Qing spoke with absolute conviction.

"As long as demons and monsters exist in this world, their existence is a mistake!"

Uesugi Tetsu was speechless for a moment, but he did not bring up the matter of extremism again.

"Leave those trivial matters to Two-Shaku-Sama. It's good for her to have something to do every day."

He shrugged. "Otherwise, the moment I leave, she'll definitely start lying around and playing on her phone, or else she'll start going berserk at some random place."

Uesugi Tetsu pointed toward Two-Shaku-Sama inside, who was so busy that her little face had practically turned into a bitter melon, and could not help laughing.

"Little Qing, look at her. Being ordered around by those believers every day isn't pretty good?"