However.
The Kisara Tendo of before might have worried.
But now...
She fully believed that her God was by no means a benevolent god filled with compassion.
But so what?
That was just as well.
She was no champion of justice herself, anyway. She was a demon of vengeance.
Justice could not save her, nor could kindness.
Then let destruction come!
As long as she could have her revenge, what did it matter if she dragged this world into hell?
"Thank you... my lord."
Kisara Tendo murmured, her voice carrying the resolve that came after release.
The next second.
She turned to look at Kikunojo Tendo.
This time, no uncertainty remained in her eyes, only pure, heart-stopping killing intent.
"It seems your bargaining chip is useless now, Grandfather."
Kikunojo Tendo's pupils contracted sharply.
He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something.
But it was too late.
Cold steel flashed.
Her hand rose.
Her blade fell.
Slash!
The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out.
"Hh..."
Blood sprayed.
The warm liquid splashed onto Kisara Tendo's cheeks, adding a touch of horrifying beauty.
Kikunojo Tendo's eyes widened in disbelief.
A muffled gurgle came from his throat.
He hurriedly clutched his neck with both hands and staggered backward, blood gushing between his fingers and staining the crested haori and hakama that represented his power.
He could not believe it.
Had she actually done it?
Did this granddaughter he had watched grow up truly no longer care about those millions of lives? Did she truly no longer care whether the Tokyo Area survived?
And...
Through the excruciating pain, the seasoned politician still keenly noticed something wrong.
That strike had missed the major artery.
It had only precisely pierced the muscles at the side of his neck, damaged his vocal cords, and severed