The Little Cuties' Daily Lives

"Was Your Excellency being a little too overbearing? The Cursed Children are now a precious force of Tokyo. You say you'll take them away, and you take them away—are you not taking Tokyo seriously at all?"

Tendo Kikunojou, who had remained silent until now, could no longer hold back. He rose to his feet, his sinister old eyes fixed directly on Hane in the video.

Hane's brows drew together slightly. "Old man, it seems you still haven't recognized your place. With a filthy soul like yours, you dare look directly at me?"

As Hane's low voice fell, the entire conference room seemed to erupt like muffled thunder. An invisible, terrifying force field spread outward.

Every Tokyo councilor present felt an icy chill rise from the depths of their souls, as though it would freeze everything around them.

Tendo Kikunojou, bearing the brunt of it, suddenly dropped to his knees on the hard floor.

As his legs collided with the floor, the tiles beneath him cracked apart.

A sharp agony struck Tendo Kikunojou, and he wanted to cry out.

Yet the boy across from him seemed displeased, his brow knitting slightly.

An invisible force sealed his mouth, leaving him only able to open it wide and howl soundlessly.

His aged face had gone deathly pale. His head was pressed tightly against the ground, unable to rise, while cold sweat gradually soaked the dry floor.

"Do you recognize your place now?

I am informing you, not seeking your consent. Since you hate those children you call hope so much, then it is only reasonable for me to take them away, isn't it?"

As Hane slowly withdrew his pressure, everyone in the conference room looked as though they had been drained dry, drenched in sweat from head to toe.

Seitenshi gasped heavily, her