As they traded barbs, Hiromi Higuruma had already begun his trial.
The pitch-black shikigami bore a pure white human face.
Holding scales that symbolized the law, it stood behind Hiromi Higuruma.
Like a judge, it was there to determine whether Ronawa was guilty.
Hiromi Higuruma began interrogating Ronawa. "On the tenth of last month, the Death Curse Spirit Ronawa attacked three of America's carrier strike groups."
"You destroyed them and killed tens of thousands of naval officers."
"Afterward, you massacred over a hundred thousand American troops stationed in Japan."
"Your crimes are monstrous, and the evidence is conclusive. Death Curse Spirit Ronawa, do you plead guilty?"
"Or do you intend to defend yourself?"
Hiromi Higuruma's domain resembled a courtroom.
Ronawa stood in the defendant's position.
The things she had once done were read aloud by Hiromi Higuruma, one by one.
They served as evidence of Ronawa's crimes.
If Ronawa could not provide conclusive evidence to overturn the verdict against her,
then Ronawa would be found guilty.
And Hiromi Higuruma would obtain the absolutely lethal Executioner's Sword!
The problem was that Hiromi Higuruma controlled this domain, and whether someone was guilty was entirely up to him.
As long as Hiromi Higuruma believed Ronawa was guilty, then she would inevitably be guilty.
That was the sinister aspect of Hiromi Higuruma's domain.
Anyone dragged into Hiromi Higuruma's domain was guaranteed to be judged—and get a taste of the Executioner's Sword.
Faced with Hiromi Higuruma's judgment, Ronawa raised a hand and yawned.
Then she said blandly, "Boring."
"What?"
Even Hiromi Higuruma was stunned.
Come on, this was inside his domain. His domain!
It was not some random roadside technique.
Did she really have no respect for it at all?
Ronawa showed Hiromi Higuruma absolutely no courtesy, saying directly to his face, "I said, this