The Cruelty of Fire

Inside the burning auditorium.

Sparks crackled and danced. Piles of corpses. The stench of blood. The fire was erasing all traces of the slaughter.

It was Raeband’s murmur. Hearing Drae’s words, she rubbed her arms as if creeped out.

"That bastard is absolutely not a hero."

"...Is that so?"

At Kaits’ clumsy response, Raeband stiffened.

"Of course. Captain. Does that look like a hero to you?"

Drae, whom she pointed at, was still deep in thought, and Kaits did not answer.

"I thought the driving force behind his actions was revenge. But no. That guy... that guy..."

How should she put it? Raeband eventually blurted out whatever came to mind.

"He ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just needed an excuse to run wild."

"He is still keeping to his standards."

"Standards? Standards?!"

As Raeband demanded to know what he meant, Kaits replied calmly.

"Class D refused the threatening proposal of the gang that kept their conscience and pushed to the end. The reason he didn't kill the man and woman on the podium was probably because they listened well, but regardless of the reason, he spared them. Perhaps he forgave them because the crimes recorded on the phones of the Shinjinpa gang were light."

"......"

"Furthermore, he tried to give the principal a chance until the very end. If he had looked back, Drae would have truly spared him..."

"Captain."

Raeband cut Kaits off.

"I don't understand, why are you defending him?"

"......"

At those words, Kaits closed his mouth. Then, as if to sever the conversation, he turned his gaze away and, after a silence, looked at Yeodre.

There was still a long way to go in the memory. What would happen was unknown. Moreover, the fact that the scholar had not yet returned bothered him. By now, he must have gone back to the original world and learned what Yeodre had done. Then why hadn't he returned yet...?

He pushed the thought aside. Yeodre had grinned after seeing Shinjinpa trembling.

"Haa, haa. Haa..."

"Oh. You're finally trembling, Jinpa. But why are you so scared?"

Watching him tilt his head as if asking what he had done, Shinjinpa could do nothing but breathe.

What was the root of this guy? He had thought he was moved by revenge.

Han Si-young. Seong Si-hyun. Seo Ye-rin.

He had thought the affection for these three, and the desire for revenge against the contempt and humiliation that the Shinjinpa and Kang Gu-han gang had inflicted, were his driving force.

But no. Even if that was the trigger, what was moving him now was different.

Pleasure. Shinjinpa read the emotion of pleasure in Drae’s eyes. No, this too could be a wrong judgment by someone ‘like’ him.

Was this guy just doing it? Or was he moved by some emotion? He couldn't see into him at all. He didn't know. Not knowing was scary. That was why Shinjinpa trembled. The existence before his eyes might be a human as bad as his father, Shinjin-seung, or perhaps even worse. He dared not resist such an existence.

"Alright, then, question time."

"....."

"You'll answer well, right?"

Nod. Nod.

Seeing Shinjinpa suddenly become obedient, Drae muttered that it was strange, and soon began his questions.

"First question. What is Su-ryeon to you?"

"......"

What did he mean? Raeband tilted her head, and Drae continued.

"Kang Gu-han is whatever. He seems to like Su-ryeon. That’s for sure. But I can't figure you out at all."

Shinjinpa had once gotten angry when Drae made remarks that seemed to treat Su-ryeon carelessly. That meant there was an underlying emotion of affection, so was it friendship? It was hard to see it as simple friendship, as there was something else, such as not revealing Su-ryeon’s location even in this situation. Or perhaps it was fear of Su-ryeon’s ability, or Shinjin-seung, who was her backer. Drae recalled that there was strangely no mention of Shinjinpa’s father on his phone, and thought that the root of Shinjinpa’s fear might be Shinjin-seung.

Drae was interested in why Shinjinpa protected Su-ryeon enough to make various guesses.

"Why do you cherish and protect Su-ryeon?"

"...That kid, her name on the family register is just Su-ryeon."

"?"

What kind of irrelevant answer was that? But he was convinced by the following words.

"Her real name is Shin Su-ryeon."

"...Aha."

It sounded like an odd thing to say, but it was an appropriate answer. Shin Su-ryeon. So...

"Is she your older sister? Younger sister? If you're siblings, are you full siblings? Or half-siblings?"

Seeing him flinch at 'half', it seemed they were half-siblings. Even without guessing, a voice crawling out of Shinjinpa’s mouth soon confirmed they were half-siblings.

"Then is Su-ryeon also Shinjin-seung’s daughter?"

"Ye, yeah..."

"Wow. I didn't know. Well, it was a bit strange. Even if I assumed extremely that she was a slut and in a sexual relationship with Shinjin-seung, the guy who is a man of power seemed to be helping her too actively."

If it was blood relation, it made sense. Then Shinjinpa said weakly.

"Su-ryeon is..."

"What."

"......"

Shinjinpa closed his mouth again.

"You're a boring guy."

"...The two of them. It’s not the relationship you’re thinking of."

"Huh?"

"Su-ryeon and Father, they didn't become partners through a close bond like blood relation."

"Hmm."

It was probably a different story from what he was about to say earlier. Drae instinctively realized that, but it didn't really matter. This was a much more interesting story.

"So? What do you want to say?"

"Su-ryeon has absolutely no affection for Father. Father... he has a twisted affection for her."

Shinjinpa didn't know why he was telling Drae such things himself. It was just that he felt like he had to confess everything in front of this man. Perhaps the emotions he had suppressed until now were coming out in an extreme situation he had never experienced before.

"Twisted affection?"

Drae didn't miss that part.

"......That is."

"What is it?"

"..."

"What is it, I said."

"Ugh..!"

As he pressed him, Shinjinpa trembled even more. It was a secret, but there could be no secrets in front of this man. At least as long as he was standing right in front of him, he didn't have the courage to lie.

"He, he loves her."

"...Hmm. Is it common for parents to love their children...?"

Drae scratched his head.

"I don't know if my dad loved me... honestly, I don't really understand. Is that what you mean?"

"...As a woman."

Drae opened his mouth slightly.

"Oh shit."

This was a story beyond imagination. So, that absolute man of power was loving his own daughter as a woman?

Incest? Drae burst out laughing before he knew it.

"What a pathetic bastard, I want to see that once in person."

"......"

Shinjinpa imagined the scene where his father and the man in front of him met. If it were a few minutes ago, a scene where Drae would become miserable would have come to mind, but now he didn't know. No, the scene that suddenly came to mind was...

"Ugh..."

Shinjinpa, who closed his eyes tightly as if to shake off the delusion, continued the story.

"Su-ryeon is pretty."

"Well. I acknowledge that. Even if she’s a fucking bitch, her face is pretty. But that bitch. Is she still reading my mind right now? I heard from her mouth that she reads everything as long as it’s roughly related?"

"Only Su-ryeon herself knows the scope of her ability. It, it’s true..! Even when Father asked, she didn't answer...!"

Shinjinpa was terrified when Drae raised his hand. But Drae wasn't really trying to hit him, and he scratched his own head instead.

"The guy who struts around saying he has power just lets it slide when she doesn't answer?"

"Un, unlike me. Su-ryeon is in an almost equal relationship with Father. Well, Father... even if he hadn't, he would have gotten his hands on powerful authority, technology, manpower, wealth, etc., but he wouldn't have been an absolute ruler like he is now..."

Well, Su-ryeon’s ability was indeed incredibly fraudulent. An ability that had powerful advantages not only in politics but also in combat. In any era, whether modern or otherwise, information had that much power. Let alone the inner thoughts that people wanted to keep secret. She knew everything, even secrets.

Anyway, his curiosity was satisfied. Why Kang Gu-han or Shinjinpa acted like Su-ryeon’s lackeys. How Su-ryeon could manipulate these crazy things from behind the scenes. She was a woman who possessed not only ability but also power.

"Alright. Next question. This is the most important one, Jinpa."

"......"

"Where is your private hospital."

"......"

That meant he was telling him to reveal where Su-ryeon was.

Of course, the hospital also had minimal security personnel. As it was a place where all sorts of corruption were hidden, security might be tighter than anywhere else. Shinjinpa had been there a few times, but he didn't know exactly what the situation was. But he knew one thing. Drae would probably kill everyone there too. This guy couldn't be stopped.

So this was what came out.

"...I, I can't tell you."

He couldn't lie to Drae. But he couldn't tell him where Su-ryeon was either. Then he had no choice but to be stubborn.

"Hmm."

Drae raised his hand. And he put his hand into Shinjinpa’s pierced forearm and squeezed hard.

Crunch.

"Kuaa, aaaaaaaah!!!!!"

A chilling scream was buried in the crackling flames and the sound of pouring materials. Lying down, he thrashed his heels against the floor in pain, but he couldn't bring himself to attack Drae. He just endured it.

"Tell me."

"...I, I can't tell you.... Kuaaaaa!"

Zzzzt.

The skin was peeling off. Although Shinjinpa’s arm wasn't visible, hidden by Drae’s arm, that was the feeling.

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Ah, no, aaaaaaaack!"

Now he was in so much pain that he would have a seizure just by being touched. Even so, Shinjinpa endured. Drae frowned at the unexpected resistance and asked.

"Come to think of it, you didn't answer one question. Is Su-ryeon your younger sister? Older sister?"

"......"

Shinjinpa looked at Drae blankly for a moment. And he smiled with teary eyes. It felt like an emotion close to resignation.

"Of, of course I am. The older brother..."

Drae, who had been looking at Shinjinpa’s tear-filled eyes for a long time for some reason, barely opened his mouth.

"...Is that so."

Drae stood up. Shinjinpa closed his eyes, anticipating death. Was he dying now? Like this. Without being able to do anything.

But why? He thought it would be more comfortable to die than to get more involved with this guy. And...

Step. Step.

Drae was moving away. What? Was he deceiving him like he did with the principal? But Drae really seemed to have no more interest in Shinjinpa.

"Jinpa. Shinjinpa."

"......"

"Let's see each other again. If you don't want to meet, hide well. Right. Clean up well so the police don't find out. I don't want to be caught as a murderer yet."

Shinjinpa couldn't answer, and Drae continued to move forward. For some reason, Drae’s face looked satisfied. He looked back once. Drae was looking at the principal, not at the flinching Shinjinpa.

"Kieeee..."

Surprisingly, the principal hadn't died even after that intense explosion. Instead, he was engulfed in flames, burning and twitching as if in pain.

To Drae, that looked more painful than what any other human had suffered. The fire would collapse the entire auditorium, not just the principal, and turn it into ashes. The fact that it inflicted tremendous pain and left nothing behind was exactly what he liked.

"...Ye-rin was right. I agree."

Moving forward again, Drae muttered after setting his next target.

"Fire is good."

"You, right now, what did you just..."

"More than that. How about that?"

Drae pointed his thumb at the 'sculpture' as if he didn't care about Takashi’s words. That sculpture was made of humans.

"Aaaah."

"Kueeeer...!"

The Gold Taeyang members groaned in pain. Their body parts were severed, their internal organs pulled out, and they were intertwined here and there, creating a feeling like a statue. The shape of the statue made of flesh where people were clumped together clearly took the form of a sex organ.

Drae’s naming. 'Gold Taeyang Cock'.

A crazy bastard who said the countless eyeballs he pulled out from the Gold Taeyang members were also pulled out to express semen. That wasn't all. That crazy bastard had planned everything to make various sculptures and showed them to the Gold Taeyang members. They were all cruel enough to make one’s hair stand on end. Even Takashi, who boasted that he had done all sorts of bad things, was sickened; this man was evil.

Rikka barely held back her nausea.

Was it just her? Even the executives of the Gold Taeyang clan had never seen such a sight, even if they pretended to have been through all sorts of hardships. Sorting out liars by playing truth games and using them as materials to do this? Moreover, there was still a lot of schedule left?

By now, Takashi also realized.

That man was absolutely a villain. No, he transcended a villain and was outside of human emotion. He had also watched books filled with all sorts of bizarre tastes while giggling, but if asked if he could actually do such things, wouldn't it be impossible? Besides, what? He would feel sorry?

Saying he would do that to his precious connections, and then look at that? Because of this statement, he knew. The hostages would probably be useless.

'Still, there is a chance.'

The existence of Rikka’s spell. And the forces that hadn't come out of the 'room' yet. And 'That Person.'... Inris.

That person. Inris was presumed not to come out to calls for a while because he was in a bad mood after Bold summoned him at will last time. But if they offered a 'sacrifice' as a last resort, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠he would come out. And who knows. Even if he said it like that, if he actually saw the scene where women were caught and subjected to all sorts of humiliation, Drae’s mind might change then...

"I said it earlier. How would you feel if the kids were subjected to such things?"

"!"

He was talking nonsense about looking at the sculpture, and now he was bringing up that topic? Drae grabbed Takashi’s hair as if to pull it out and said.

"Of course it feels dirty. Those kids are kind kids, and their guilt must be no joke."

"......"

So what was he supposed to do? Stop him? But Drae’s nuance wasn't that.

"So. The guy who did it. The guy who ordered it. I will torture them several times. Dozens of times. Hundreds of times."

"......"

"I’m sorry, but I have no intention of dying for those kids. Before I feel sorry, you guys are fucking disgusting."

Drae wasn't without emotion. Just one. Anger.

That huge, pitch-black thing of unknown origin was filling his eyes. At the anger that didn't know the end, not anger for someone precious, but anger for an unknown reason, Takashi swallowed his throat before he knew it.

"And. You guys are mistaken. Do you really think those insanely strong kids will be caught by the likes of you?"

"...What?"

"Hi, hiieeeek...!"

"I, I definitely said 0.1... percent... ugh."

The stepped-on neck was crushed and separated from the torso. The head rolled around. Holding it, opening his mouth. Aang.

Crunch.

As the colleague’s face disappeared in an instant, the Gold Taeyang member who was the only one in a relatively normal state pissed himself.

"Hieek! Hiieeeek!"

The others were all charred, twitching as they burned. The outsider’s body would persistently repair itself, and the flames would burn even more viciously, continuing to inflict pain and eventually killing them. The one who bestowed this terrible death was none other than the noble and beautiful girl-looking, non-human existence... the red-haired Frostia.

"What is this. I thought you’d make it a bit fun, but is this it?"

Ptooey.

She spat out the meat she had chewed, but the Gold Taeyang member who couldn't judge the situation could only see her as a cannibal.

"As expected, the humans on this unlucky island are strong. Hmm! This body is strong!"

All his colleagues were burned. The pleas for his life didn't work. Only then did he realize her meaning. The head of the monster kings, the king of monsters. The Dragon of Ruin. Red Dragon.

Monster. Frostia.

"Uaaaaa...!"

"Oh right. One piece of trash is left."

She waved her hand. Just from that movement, they had started to burn all at once. In other words. He would die.

"Aaaa...!"

Crash!

"Hmm?"

A shield of light blocked something invisible, and Frostia frowned at her pretty brow.

"What is it, toy female human."

"......"

When she turned her head, a nun who looked almost pious was standing there. At her beauty and holiness, the Gold Taeyang member clung to her before he knew it.

"Sa, save me! Save me..."

Crunch!

"Kuek..."

Blood spurted from the head crushed by the mace, and the Gold Taeyang member collapsed on the spot.

"Oho. Were you the one trying to kill him? I thought your piety had revived."

"I didn't kill him. Do you think I’m like you, Dragon of Ruin?"

Brushing her hair back, Mullin declared coldly.

"There should be at least one person left to vomit up information."

A dirty pub. A knight in shabby attire, having barely taken off his rags and eating meat and alcohol with the money he received.

Mile.

"......"

He trembled at what he had done. He hadn't been caught, right? It would be fine, right?

...It would really be fine, right?

Before that question could even end, someone sat next to him. When he looked, startled, it was an old man who looked like he would fall over if pushed. He turned his head in relief, but his eyes expanded as if they would pop out, and he looked to the side again.

Clatter.

When he turned his head, numerous strand-like mechanical arms that had come out of the old man’s body had already grabbed him. Despite being thin enough to snap if pulled, Mile felt a sense of pressure that made him unable to move even a little.

"...Gi, Gajaier...!"

A man who was one of the Igula, the highest actual rank of mages existing at the Pruynar Academy, and held the position of vice-principal. The Archmage. That existence was right next to him, holding him. Mile opened his mouth blankly at the unrealistic sight. It felt like a dream. But these things that had touched his body were a clear reality.

"You. Your name was Mile, right?"

"...!"

Had he even investigated his identity? That an Igula would investigate the identity of himself, a mere ordinary knight... In other words, he could never escape for the rest of his life. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Seeing that such a big shot had come all the way here, it was clear that everything he had done had been exposed. And as expected, Gajaier said with a smile.

"To do such a terrible thing to Lena..."

"......!"

The conversation that followed was unheard. However, Mile followed Gajaier helplessly. His eyes were filled only with despair.

"So."

"Kuaaaaaa...!"

Somewhere in the capital, Sers. A heroine wearing a uniform like a general somewhere. A woman with a cigar in her mouth was looking down at the blood-covered golden-haired man with cold eyes. Her name, no, her title was...

"Lady Pois."

Gakru called her carefully, but Pois’s anger didn't subside easily.

"You idiots like you crawled out without knowing your place. You fucking bastards who only follow trivial genres even in subculture..!"

Around her were Gold Taeyang members melting from poison. They hadn't dreamed that Pois had come to the capital and tried to capture the subordinates she had planted, but were hit instead. No, even if it wasn't Pois, they would have been dealt with by Gakru.

"Damn it. I put a lot of effort into investigating the big shots to put a debt on that Yeodre guy and was waiting for him to come, but not only did they try to touch my subordinates and interfere with my work, they even touched that guy’s mood?"

Pois knew. How much of a monster that guy who looked like a pushover actually was. He was an absurd monster, both inside and out.

"Don't you know that, you fucking bastard? Your sex-related skills are small fry. Small fry. Corruption is for idiots who only have cocks in their brains."

"Kueee...!"

The Gold Taeyang members writhed in the pain of their bodies melting in real-time and cast all sorts of debuffs on Pois, but they were all bounced off.

"Stop playing kid’s games. There’s no one in the top tier who falls for that kind of thing. Fuck, if you just put your cock in, the woman goes crazy and dies? Keep that kind of idiot delusion in your head unless it’s a powerless ordinary person, you otaku bastard."

Enraged, her mouth was very foul. She mercilessly disparaged the field that was the meaning and main weapon of the Gold Taeyang clan. The Gold Taeyang members, who were suffering both physically and mentally, were on the verge of bursting into tears.

Thud.

"Kuaaaaa!"

Perhaps because that sight was very unpleasant, the crotch she trampled on began to melt with poison. Pois said with a giggle.

"But what are you trying to say. Gakru."

"Yes. A report on the contents you ordered earlier has come in..."

Pois, who was reading the documents Gakru handed over, melted the documents and dripped poison onto the Gold Taeyang member’s face.

Sizzle. Sizzle.

Pois mocked, tramping desperately on the suffering Gold Taeyang member.

"Don't you know? Information just came in, the place you were trying to work on. The ten great families and everywhere else you were trying to work on without knowing your place, they all 'failed'?"

The Gold Taeyang member’s eyes widened as if to say it was a lie.

"Oh my, you idiots only messed with people who had no power unless they were ordinary people, so you don't even know you’re idiots. Even the Love Yarte family, which has become as weak as it can be, is enough to collapse the likes of you?"

Except for one person in the Gold Taeyang clan, the 'Incubus King', they were all trash. Or the spell of the woman named 'Rikka'. That was quite annoying, but it was a draw-only technique anyway. To think they would be this ignorant of their place.

"Your colleagues are probably being interrogated right now. They’re all being tortured."

Perhaps feeling the truth in Pois’s calm words, the Gold Taeyang member began to beg.

"...Hu, huff. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Sa, save me. I will tell you everything I know..."

"Hoho. You’re acting cooperatively? I like that. But what to do?"

"...?"

"I’m confident in gathering information even without hearing it from you, right? So, just get tortured. You."

"Wa, wait...! Kuaaaaaack!"

The Gold Taeyang member’s scream echoed for a long time.

"...Does our Gold Taeyang clan. Look like such small fry to you? You fucking bastard?"

Takashi growled with effort.

"Yeah. You look like total small fry."

Drae sincerely thought that no matter how much these bastards acted up, there was nothing they could do. And. Takashi smiled a smile of conviction.

"Then solve this too."

"?"

Immediately after Takashi’s incomprehensible words ended. A mark appeared on 'all' of the Gold Taeyang members. It was a rose thorn.

"...?"

Immediately after. Intense pain occurred all over Drae’s body.

"......!"

"U, uhahaha! Uhahahahahahahahahaha!!"

Takashi burst into laughter, and following him, all the Gold Taeyang members who had been silent and trembling until now laughed in unison. Rikka stood before Drae, who had a puzzled expression due to the laughter mixed with relief, contempt, and anger, and the tremendous intense pain.

"It’s my spell."

"...Ah, you said something like that."

Drae raised his head. His face was full of cold sweat.

"I thought you were trying to do something, so I told you to do it. What did you do?"

"It’s simple. I activated my spell, and its effect is just to share the pain of my allies with the enemy."

"...Eh?"

Isn't that quite fraudulent? He said he shared the pain of his allies with the enemy, but didn't he say the enemy’s pain was shared? Even if he didn't say it to confuse Drae, it would be discovered after a few attacks. There was no reason to bluff that would be discovered soon.

Moreover, was it possible to use it on such a large scale?

"There are quite a few restrictions... but it’s fortunate that it was activated in time."

Swish!

A sword strike tried to split Rikka’s head, and Rikka reflexively defended with both arms. Even though she had wrapped all sorts of power, both arms were cut off.

"U, kyaaack...!"

Immediately after making a strange groan while enduring the pain, her body regenerated in an instant.

"Ayaya..."

Drae also frowned at the pain of his arm being cut off and had a puzzled face.

"What. You had regeneration too?"

"Kuahaha! It’s the effect of Rikka’s spell!"

Takashi laughed to his heart’s content, pointing with his finger.

"Once this spell is activated, any wound is as good as non-existent!"

"There must be a limit."

"There isn't! It’s not a skill, it’s a spell! It’s the reason why a girl like Rikka can run wild in our clan, bestowed by a 'God' through a 'Contract'!"

"...Huh."

It wasn't quite fraudulent, it was seriously fraudulent. So, did it mean he couldn't kill her no matter what? He thought it was natural for these idiots to be high-spirited. However...

"But, there’s no limit? Have you tried testing the limit?"

"......"

They had never done that. However, according to the 'Chairman’s' mention, it was ranker-level. Even then, someone at least at Pois’s level would have to do their best to barely kill the target of the spell. The Gold Taeyang members no longer intended to let Rikka get hit. Gold Taeyang members stood in front to defend her. There was no need for many numbers. If there were just a few, he wouldn't be able to attack because of the pain. Because of this spell, a 'draw' was possible no matter who he fought. Look at him now. Isn't he suffering in real-time because of the 'sculpture' he made himself?

"...Umm. No wonder those who kept getting hit were energetic, were you waiting for this? Ayaya..."

"Does it hurt?! Does it hurt?! You fucking idiot! If it hurts, try killing those guys! You won't be able to kill them because of regeneration!"

"Aha. It’s pain sharing, so I should kill them? Not share death?"

"Who knows?! How about it?!"

Just by teasing him like this and dragging out time, it was overwhelmingly advantageous to them. Of course, the spell range was limited, and that range was this hideout. If Drae went outside the hideout with all his might, it would be over, but this was also a story for when he realized the range of the spell. Even if he realized it, they didn't intend to let him run away, but they weren't careless either. Kill him here. The thought of cooperating with this guy had already vanished. Yeodre was going to die here.

"...Keuk..."

"Does it hurt?! Does it hurt?! Are you going to cry like a girl now?! Huh?!"

In the reversed atmosphere, the Gold Taeyang members laughed like a chorus once again, and then.

"Keukakakakat"

...Laughter? When it sounded like that, the eyeballs of the Gold Taeyang members standing in front of Rikka were gouged out.

"Kuaack!"

"Gaaaaack!"

Although they regenerated in an instant, the dizzying pain remained the same. Everyone rolled on the floor. Of course, Drae also suffered.

"It hurts! Hey! This really hurts!!"

Watching Drae laughing while holding his eyes, the Gold Taeyang members felt their hearts turn cold.

"...Ha, haha. Where are you struggling... Ugh?!"

Takashi’s chin was cut and regenerated. Along with his eyes. Nose. Mouth.

"Kueo. Kueeor!"

The body parts of the Gold Taeyang members standing beside him, no, all of them, were severed. Some of them collapsed and couldn't move.

"...Ah. You die with a cutting sword."

He died. Even though Rikka’s spell was there. Once again, something beyond common sense had happened.

"...Ah, aaaaaa!"

"Uaaaaaaa!!"

The room fell into a panic again. Everyone opened their eyes wide without understanding the situation. What. What kind of situation is this.

"...You, you don't feel pain...?"

"It’s the best! It’s the best, Rikka!"

Drae shouted as if he were jumping for joy. ...No, he was genuinely happy.

"With this! I can get rid of the guilt stack and torture you guys forever! Isn't it the best!"

Guilt. He didn't know what kind of nonsense he was spouting, but he knew one thing. This bastard wasn't human.

"...Then, you might, die, from the pain."

"So?"

What floated in her mind was the fight between Almiraj and Yeodre on the floating island. The crazy bastard who cut off her legs and embedded stones. While Rikka was lost for words, Drae took a step forward. Without any hesitation.

"It’s fine. Try doing more."

With a laugh that didn't seem human. He thrust his sword forward.