"I'll take care of everything."
Standing in front of the monster, shielding Nina, I prepared myself.
I hadn't seen the entirety of her memories. Only the brief, unbearable moments—her father's murder, and how she was forced to laugh afterward. Just those were enough to make my blood boil.
My mind was in a feverish haze, my pulse pounding with rage.
"Take care of everything? That's boring!" sneered the monster.
It was wrapped up, like a hanging cocoon, by the Silveit threads I had created to bind its body. I couldn't let it go unpunished.
"Isn't it better when the toy box is scattered, Kisaragi Itsuki?"
Its words cut deep, each syllable taunting and filled with malice.
This was no simple sense of justice; this was personal. This thing had taken Nina's family and twisted it in the worst way.
The only option was to destroy it completely.
I chanted, gathering my magic.
"Consume, Oborozuki."
