"Are you utterly despairing now, thinking only of killing yourself to escape this false, filthy world?"
Tamura Hiroshi asked curiously. He was very curious about what the girl was thinking at that moment—extremely curious.
Shimura Izumi had genuinely wanted to die, but after hearing those hateful words, she immediately no longer wanted to.
Who's escaping? I, Shimura Izumi, am no coward who only knows how to run away. Absolutely not!
"At least I won't die before eating you."
She glared hatefully at the loathsome youth before her, truly wanting to eat him—raw.
"What did you do to my body?"
She then asked about her body. After being placed on that altar and modified, she had felt a profound change within herself, but she had previously assumed it was merely an enhancement to her vitality.
Yet now her heart had been crushed, and she still had not died. Her consciousness was even perfectly clear.
"I merely made you a follower of the evil god."
Tamura Hiroshi answered casually before stepping forward to treat her wounds.
"It's all turned into minced meat. Did he use Wind Release to stir it up?"
She stared in amazement at the tiny scraps of flesh flowing from the enormous open wound.
Was he really that ruthless?
She had just wanted to see whether it could be repaired, but in this state, there was clearly no need. There was enough minced meat to make dumplings.
"Thanks to you!"
Shimura Izumi snorted and refused to pay attention to that damned bastard.
"You look much more normal now. You're a perfectly good girl—was it really necessary to turn yourself into that madwoman over a man?"
Tamura Hiroshi felt that Miss Izumi was much more normal now, though he still felt frustrated by her lack of sense.
So useless!
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