"You know, villains die because they talk too much. Even if you're the protagonist, don't get too reckless."
"I'm sure."
Kisara Tendo took a deep breath.
"My lord God."
"Once I've taken my revenge, I'll accept any punishment."
"But for these past ten years, I've dragged this sick body through swing after swing of my blade, all for this moment."
With that said.
Kisara Tendo raised her sword horizontally.
She gripped the hilt tightly with both hands.
She crouched slightly, assuming an extremely unusual stance.
It was not an original move of the Tendo Style.
Instead, it was an aggressive stance that abandoned all defense, born solely for killing.
"As you wish."
Then.
Haimo slowly raised his hand.
Snap!
Another snap of his fingers.
The immobilized Kikunojo Tendo and Wakō Tendo suddenly shuddered.
Their restraints were lifted.
Kikunojo Tendo was an old hand, after all.
Even with his mobility restored, even faced with this supernatural situation, he still made no move.
Only his grip on his cane tightened, an inscrutable light flickering in his cloudy old eyes as he stared fixedly at Haimo.
He could not read this man.
Not at all.
But.
The other one was different.
"Aaaaaah!!"
Wakō Tendo had long since been scared out of his wits.
The instant he could move again, his survival instinct overwhelmed his reason.
He did not choose to flee, nor did he choose to beg for mercy.
Instead-
He abruptly pulled a black handgun from inside his clothes.
He had specifically smuggled it in for self-defense.
"You want to kill me? What a joke!"
The dark muzzle pointed straight between Kisara Tendo's eyebrows.
They were less than five meters apart.
At this distance, there was no way to dodge!
"!!!"
The surrounding ministers, still unable to move, inwardly gasped at the