"Died of old age?"
Fuhuko Nunotaba was still a little dazed.
But she soon realized that Roland's words were neither a metaphor nor a taunt.
He was merely stating a very simple fact.
In fact, she had more or less realized it herself.
Although she knew nothing about Roland's origins or purpose, judging from what had just happened, it would have made far more sense for that middle-aged man's head to have been ripped clean off after taking such an attack.
At the very least, it should have left several ragged, bloody holes, sending blood gushing out.
Yet that Dark Side member could not only still move, but even unleash a flow of power. He clearly did not look seriously injured.
Thus, the reason he had suddenly stopped breathing went without saying.
Did an ability called Lifespan Interruption really exist?
As the person who had invented this ability, Fuhuko Nunotaba understood profoundly just how absurd it was.
Although he was an enemy, she did not think the middle-aged man had been wrong to mock it.
After all, the original intent behind this ability had merely been to exert intense pressure through the death that no one could resist.
Anyone who thought about it calmly, even someone without an ability, could spot what was wrong with it.
After discovering that the legend had become real, Fuhuko Nunotaba's rationality as a researcher made her shiver instinctively.
There was clear hesitation and melancholy in the girl's eyes, without the slightest joy at being saved.
After all, a little thought made it obvious that her value amounted, at most, to a summer cicada hiding in the shadows, secretly chirping a few times in the vain hope of drawing the outside world's attention.
Even if she escaped the mantis claws known as the Dark Side,