Dirty, ugly monsters.
Every birth drained the mother's life force dry.
Even—
Each generation of the Confessors' core members consisted of only two people, inevitably one man and one woman.
Disgusting, filthy, foul.
How the next generation was born went without saying.
This filthy, disgusting bloodline—
It should end with her generation!
"Big sister, why do you call your little brother a monster?"
Quesatusta looked at the blood relative of this body—
The designated mother of the next generation.
"I already know the truth about you, monster."
The sword was slowly drawn.
Kuisaxinna looked coldly at the white-haired, white-horned Sarkaz.
"Quesatusta, the monster that reincarnates without end."
Dawn-Dusk poured forth.
The blade gleamed with cold light.
"...It seems the Demon King told you some things, my dear sister."
Quesatusta drew his sword and blocked the attack.
The two similar-looking Sarkaz stared at one another from close range.
"Then you should also know the fate of the Confessors, sister."
The ever-reincarnating Sarkaz spoke.
"We should become the eternal Demon King."
It was not yet time.
This was not the right time for fusion.
Though Kuisaxinna had drawn her sword, she did not meet the ideal conditions for the ritual.
Her soul had yet to reach a state of complete purity...
Wait, who was it?!
Quesatusta's eyes widened.
Kuisaxinna's soul had been tainted.
Before leaving the Confessors' family, her soul had contained a few impurities, but it had still been pure and radiant.
Yet now—
The girl's soul was shrouded in a layer of shadow, no longer pure.
It was no longer possible to complete the inheritance ritual passed down through the Confessors' generations.
Her soul had to be purified.
That layer of shadow covered her soul, seemingly helping her resist every possible attempt at observation and influence.
He closed his eyes.