King Hassan, Angel of Death

In the real world, in the middle school division of Heavenly King International High School, Mash's gaze had darkened.

The girl who had once been soft and gentle—at least, someone who looked easy to bully—now wore a blank expression.

Yet something like tangible black aura seemed to rise from her body.

Staring at the scene on the Light Screen, recalling the image of the orange-haired girl's head submerged in a container, she could no longer suppress the urge to destroy everything.

How dare they do that to her senior!

How dare they do something like that to her beloved senior!

Unforgivable!

Unpardonable!

Those hateful bastards!

Resentment was growing, and anger was boiling over.

The well-behaved girl looked as though she were about to fall into darkness.

However, when her gaze fell upon the orange-haired girl beside her, Fujimaru Ritsuka, it turned into heartache and pain. She instinctively wrapped her arms around her.

"Senior, it's okay. That was only a Light Screen image. Something like that won't happen now. It won't..."

As she spoke, she looked at the orange-haired girl. Fujimaru Ritsuka, meanwhile, wore a dazed expression, her eyes somewhat vacant, as though her soul had left her body.

The other students nearby were looking over with gazes similar to Mash's, though their emotions were not as intense as hers.

But without question, what Fujimaru Tachibana had suffered in the Light Screen image was heartbreaking.

Then Fujimaru Ritsuka spoke, her voice low and hoarse. "Hey, Mash..."

Mash immediately perked up and hurriedly replied, "Yes, Senior!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka said, "Tell me... Why is it that, in the real world, on the timeline where we exist now, there's only me? Everyone has reincarnated, so logically, my brother should exist too, right? Where is he?"

Mash froze, not knowing how to answer that question.