A Well-Intentioned Lie (Continued)

She lowered her gaze to the sword at her waist, her eyes sharpening slightly before she drew the blade.

Splash.

A pale red flash of sword light, fine as silk and dense as a net, swept past.

Outside, countless leaves drifted down.

If someone had stepped forward and picked up a leaf for closer inspection, they would have discovered that every single one had been cut in half along its veins by Yae Sakura.

This proved beyond doubt that...

Yae Sakura's swordsmanship had already reached its peak.

Yet as she watched the scattered leaves, the woman felt no satisfaction whatsoever.

Instead, she felt somewhat sorrowful and powerless.

Even with strength like this, what use is it? I can't even share my little sister's suffering.

I finally managed to bring Rin back to life, yet I can't give her a wonderful youth. I truly am... an unqualified older sister...

Just as Yae Sakura was thinking this.

Inside the steaming bathroom.

The little sister she cared about so deeply—Yae Rin—was soaking in the bathtub, enjoying the hot water as it washed away her exhaustion.

The girl lowered her head to look at her tender, ivory-white body, then at her small hands, reddened by the hot water. She secretly told herself, Sister, Rin will definitely become strong and independent. I'll give you a huge surprise.

Honestly, Yae Rin was feeling a little excited right now.

After all, that person had said so.

She had a great deal of potential.

Therefore, he would grant her power far greater than Stigmata.

As for why he would do that...

Well...

At that thought, the girl suddenly stood up from the bathtub in the mist-filled bathroom.

Splash, splash.

Water splashed everywhere.

Yae Rin walked over to the full-length mirror. After hesitating for a moment, she finally reached