"Is it really all right to let her leave like that?"
Sakura Matou watched with some concern as the subdued Francesca obediently curled herself into a ball and slowly rolled into the chaos beneath the umbrella, just as Roland had ordered. Only after her figure had vanished completely did Sakura speak softly.
"She doesn't look like someone who'll behave herself. Even if you don't kill her, you should at least make her sign a contract or something... Lord Roland, there's absolutely no need to hold back out of consideration for Sakura or the surrounding city..."
"Compared to your sister, I honestly don't know whether that sensitivity of yours is a good thing or a bad thing."
Roland rubbed Sakura's head somewhat helplessly. "Aside from her immortality, she really isn't particularly powerful, and contracts aren't ineffective against her. But Touko and even Kischur Zelretch Schweinorg have their own unavoidable reasons for not restraining her that way."
Recalling the sticky tentacles writhing in the hollow of her abdomen, the eyes crawling in the darkness, and that door that should never have been connected, all of which he had just seen through the world's vision, Roland felt a flicker of stimulation for the first time in a long while.
"She's no longer merely someone associated with a demon god. At this point, calling her an avatar wouldn't be an exaggeration. That twisted personality might not even come from contamination, but from her innate nature. Forming a contractual connection with someone like that would be like constantly having something filthy stuck beneath your feet. You'd just be disgusting yourself. So even people stronger than her have no way to vent their anger except by killing her."
Roland gave a soft snort, whether in praise or mockery was unclear.
"Avoiding restraint by being disgusting. She's