"Grandfather! Grandfather, save me! Please save me!"
But...
The old man who had always doted on him...
Now stood there with a dark expression, saying nothing.
He did not even spare him another glance.
An old fox, Kikunojo Tendo knew perfectly well.
Speaking up now would only bring disaster upon himself.
Before this unfathomable man, whoever stuck his neck out first would die.
Sacrificing one grandson to save himself-he understood that calculation perfectly.
"I'm the one talking to you right now."
"It seems you won't shed tears until you see your coffin."
At this sight, the mockery in Kisara Tendo's eyes deepened.
She turned her wrist.
The tip of her blade sliced straight across Wakō Tendo's cheek.
From the corner of his eye all the way to his chin.
Scalding blood ran down Wakō Tendo's cheek, leaving him looking like a blood-soaked gourd.
So...
This was what revenge felt like?
Watching someone who had once bullied her howl.
Watching those who stood high above her fall into the mud.
This thrill of holding another person's life and death in her hands...
It was simply addictive!
At that moment, Kisara Tendo...
Had completely slipped into the role.
The hatred she had suppressed for ten years had finally found an outlet.
And now, with Haimo's promise freshly given...
She was a vengeful demon ready to devour anyone in her path.
As long as she could get the truth...
She did not mind becoming a devil.
"If you won't talk..."
"I'll cut off your remaining limbs, piece by piece, right now."
"Until you're nothing but a limbless stump."
"I'll count to three."
"One."
"Two."
Kisara Tendo's voice remained utterly flat.
A lunatic!
She was a lunatic!!
Under that gaze, Wakō Tendo's psychological defenses collapsed completely in an instant.
He had no doubt.
This