But in the dead of night, when he was alone, how could Tokiomi, as a father, not miss his younger daughter?
It was only that this foolish father had no idea what kind of den Sakura was truly living in. Sometimes, he even naively thought that since that person was still at the Matou House, Sakura's life surely could not be too bad.
That was Tohsaka Tokiomi's true inner voice, yet when it reached Kariya's ears, it took on an entirely different meaning.
"!!!"
Why?
Why did this man still dare to mention Sakura?!
If it were not for you, how could Sakura have become like that?!
The pupils in Kariya's eyes, which had already begun to dilate, suddenly reignited with the flames of hatred the instant he heard Tohsaka Tokiomi's words.
"Tohsaka... To...kiomi..."
From his dry, hoarse throat came a howl like that of a vengeful ghost from hell:
"I want you... dead!!!"
Frantically squeezing out the last shred of life force within himself, Kariya whispered to the insects as though praying for a miracle:
"Insects, devour to your hearts' content. My mana, my flesh, everything I have, I offer it all to you. Become my blades and make the man before me pay the price he deserves..."
As if Kariya's rage and resentment had been answered by the insects, the Crest Worms that had fallen silent suddenly went berserk, madly beginning to convert mana—not Kariya's life force, but their own lives.
The Crest Worms that should have been writhing through Kariya's blood vessels exploded one after another. Yet despite such unimaginable pain, Kariya did not even cry out. Perhaps his body, already gnawed hollow from within by the worms, no longer possessed the sensation of pain.
The insects possessed little mana individually, but they made up for it