Kanzaki Kaori stared blankly at the pale finger Roland had raised.
It was clean, slender, and without a single blemish.
Even the masterpiece she had once seen, the Mona Lisa, could not compare to the finger before her.
It seemed to possess a perfection that did not belong in the human world-if not for the tiny notch in its rounded nail.
But before she could blame herself for creating such flawed beauty, what first assailed Kanzaki Kaori was terror from the depths of her soul.
It surged toward her like the raging waves of an entire ocean.
The pain of that suffocating oppression far exceeded that of the countless wounds covering her body.
Kanzaki Kaori knew her own power very well. Nanasen forcibly drew out the power of her Holy Stigma, pushing its enhancement beyond even her body's limits, so she could not sustain it for long and could only use it as her ultimate trump card.
But precisely because of that, it could end a battle in a single strike.
In theory, if pushed to its utmost, even angels of a higher order, beyond the Material World, would perish under Nanasen.
Kanzaki Kaori did not believe she had reached that level.
But in terms of power, had her last Nanasen been swung into empty space, it would have been more than enough to cut through several mountain ranges.
Yet Roland had blocked such an attack with a single finger, using nothing but his mortal human body.
And her only achievement was leaving a tiny notch in that rounded nail.
That reality almost made Kanzaki Kaori think she was dreaming.
Being able to block Nanasen with one finger meant Roland could likewise kill her with just one finger.
Kanzaki Kaori silently met Roland's deep crimson eyes.
Although her accelerated thoughts