Elsewhere, in a temporarily vacated guest room.
Jiang Xia looked out the window, sensing the flickering killing intent emanating from his new underling in the distance. Having guessed the decision the other man had made from the state of that killing intent, he turned back toward the room in high spirits.
Having killed the "Funeral Silver Coin" she hated so deeply, Takamori Masumi panted heavily as she lowered her gun. She did not attack anyone else.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to kill anyone either." She clenched her fists tightly.
"It was just that when I saw Funeral Silver Coin... or rather, President Inozuka just now, I suddenly remembered a pair of birds my class kept in elementary school.
"They were both adorable normally, but one day, for some reason, they smashed their own eggs. At the time, my mother had run away from home, and my father was drinking himself senseless and never coming back. I don't know why, but I connected those broken eggs with my own situation—the innocent look of casually abandoning their children, as if they were just throwing away a piece of trash, made me unable to control my hatred at all.
"When I shot Mr. Inozuka... I felt exactly the same way.
"He gave me a job and the comfortable life I have now. I always regarded him as the benefactor who changed my life. After I gradually became famous, countless other companies and even talent scouts approached me, but I ignored them all and stayed focused on being a young model at this mediocre little company... I thought I was sincerely repaying him, but to him, I was still just something that could be discarded at any time."
Although Sato Miwako could hear the grief and indignation in her voice, there were parts