As long as he could achieve that ultimate goal-
-preserve the Tendo Family.
Even if he lost his reputation at this final moment, even if he had to bear infamy for all eternity.
To this old man, who had the interests of his family etched into his very bones, none of that mattered!
Moreover.
As the administrators of this region, the other ministers present understood the weight of Kikunojo Tendo's words just as well.
This was no alarmist talk.
If Kikunojo Tendo really did suddenly drop dead.
Then the entire Tokyo Area would be like a speeding train that suddenly lost its driver, derailing, overturning, and exploding in an instant!
"..."
Kisara Tendo's hand was trembling violently.
The Demon Sword named Snow Shadow was a blade that could easily slice through steel.
Its tip was now only a few centimeters from Kikunojo Tendo's heart.
Now.
All she had to do was give it a gentle push.
And she could end all of this.
She could kill the mastermind behind her parents' deaths and end this ten-year nightmare.
But...
Civil war?
Millions of lives?
At that moment.
It was as though two voices were fighting madly inside Kisara Tendo's mind.
If...
If Rentaro were here.
He would definitely rush up to stop her, wouldn't he?
He would definitely grab her hand and say in that anguished tone, "Kisara! You can't kill him! For everyone's sake! For the Tokyo Area! Just bear with it!"
Yes.
That was exactly what that guy would say.
For the greater good.
For so-called peace.
What did her blood debt for her parents matter?
What did her ten years of suffering matter?
Sacrificing just her own hatred in exchange for peace for millions-what a bargain, right?
She just had to bear with it...
She just had to