Slash!!
Fuse Midori wasn't harmed.
Before any injury could occur, the conflicting girls were teleported to Damien.
This was a rule set within the Void Ark.
If Cursed Children clashed and risked harm, they'd be transported to him before damage was done.
"Hm?"
Damien, tending to new arrivals, looked at Kohina Hiruko, who was chasing and slashing at the girls, his brows furrowing. "This behavior goes beyond mere mischief."
Tina's five sisters at least attempted verbal inquiry before acting.
But this one was like a rabid dog, showing no intent to communicate.
"You've gone too far."
Damien sat, and Kohina, previously rampaging, was now sprawled over his knee. "Naughty kids get punished!"
Smack!
Without hesitation, Damien delivered a firm spank to Kohina's bottom.
"So scary!"
"Ugh~~~"
"That looks painful."
The sight made surrounding girls gasp, instinctively covering their own bottoms, fearing similar punishment.
"Ah!"
"Let me go!"
"I'll kill you!!"
Kohina's pain tolerance was high.
But Damien's spanks carried an inexplicable force, reducing her to pained wails after just a few.
Yet, she lacked the concept of begging for mercy, still struggling.
"Kohina Hiruko, huh?"
Damien didn't hold back... her actions were too egregious.
Her personality, warped by Kagetane Hiruko's brainwashing, was thoroughly twisted.
Mere education or discipline couldn't fix her.
The best approach was a deeper reset.
"You're despicable, Kagetane Hiruko."
Kohina was born from one of five women Kagetane stole, artificially inseminated.
Like her, four other sisters existed.
Until age seven, they were locked in a basement, subjected to killing training and brainwashing.
Then, Kagetane forced them to fight to the death, leaving Kohina as the sole survivor.
"What is this?!"
Hearing Kohina's story from Damien, Artoria wanted to cleave Kagetane with her sword. "Can someone like that be called a father?"
"Did he ever see these kids as daughters?"
If he did, watching his own daughters kill each other crossed humanity's line.
If not, treating Kohina as a mere tool…
"What does he take life for?!"
Artoria trembled, her worldview repeatedly shattered by Black Bullet's moral depravity.
"I'll handle it."
Like the doctor, Damien had no words for Kagetane.
He cared not for Kagetane's ideals, thoughts, or past suffering.
None of that concerned him.
"Die, Kagetane Hiruko."
With a single sentence, Damien's will became law, marking the man for death.
In the original story, the high-tech enhanced Kagetane fell from the rooftop, unnoticed, his body shattered.
No one would know his cause of death, nor care.
"Enju, Sumi, take care of her."
Through spanking, Damien had broken Kohina's hardened heart.
She'd forget Kagetane and start anew.
"Okay."
Learning Kohina's plight, Enju and the others, initially upset, began to pity her.
As Cursed Children, they all had pasts they wished to forget.
This shared pain fostered understanding and empathy.
"We'll look after her."
"Thank you, Kami-sama."
"Mm."
Since arriving in the Black Bullet world, Damien hadn't stopped working.
He welcomed batch after batch of Cursed Children, arranging homes and supplies.
The world's Cursed Children numbered roughly 500,000 to 600,000.
Settling them all in 24 hours was challenging.
Thankfully, the angels and self-organized girls eased his burden.
By midnight, Violet brought good news.
"All the world's Cursed Children are nearly here."
Damien had also handled follow-up issues.
Matsuzaki, Tamaki Katagiri, the five sisters, Kohina's backers, and scheming opportunists... those needing explanations got them; those deserving death, none were spared.
In one day, Damien's actions sent shockwaves worldwide.
But due to Gastrea, communication between nations and regions was limited.
Only by night did major powers learn what happened.
"The Cursed Children… vanished…"
"They say it's a god's salvation."
"A god?"
"No such thing exists."
"If there was, why didn't it show up during the Gastrea War?"
"It's a lie... there's no god!"
In a conference room, screens displayed world leaders' faces.
Some deflected blame, others suspected conspiracies, their arguments chaotic and unconvincing.
"What will the future hold?"
Seitenshi, representing Japan, attended the global summit.
Meanwhile, leaders from the districts reported to her about their Cursed Children.
"They're gone... all of them."
"Promoters' partners, outer district kids... they've vanished like they never existed!"
"Seitenshi, your thoughts?"
Seitenshi, a silver-haired girl of fifteen or sixteen.
Not long ago, Japan's last prime minister stepped down, replaced by the first governor.
But to many, she was merely a figurehead, a decorative vase for the public.
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