A cold flash of light.
Hand raised.
Blade fell.
*Squelch!*
The sound of a sharp blade entering flesh rang out.
"Heh..."
Blood splattered.
The warm liquid sprayed onto Tendou Kisara's cheek, adding a touch of horrifying beauty.
Tendou Kikunojo widened his eyes in disbelief.
A dull gurgling sound came from his throat.
He hurriedly clutched his neck with both hands and stumbled back, blood gushing out from between his fingers, staining his Montsuki Haori Hakama, which represented his power.
He couldn't believe it.
She actually made a move?
This granddaughter he had watched grow up—did she really no longer care about the lives of those millions of people? Did she really no longer care about the survival of the Tokyo Area?
And...
Amidst the intense pain, this seasoned politician still keenly noticed something was wrong.
This strike had avoided his carotid artery.
It precisely pierced the muscles on the side of his neck, destroyed his vocal cords, and severed some nerves, yet perfectly avoided the vital spots that would cause instant death.
"Uh... ugh..."
Tendou Kikunojo stared with wide, unbelieving eyes, trying to speak, but could only let out raspy growls mixed with an unstoppable flow of blood droplets.
At this moment.
This Special Aide, who once held supreme authority and could decide the fate of countless people with a single word, had instantly become a cripple.
—A cripple who couldn't even speak.
Tendou Kisara, meanwhile, held the blood-dripping [yuki kage].
Step by step, she walked up to Tendou Kikunojo and looked at him coldly.
"Grandfather."
"All the energy you've invested in the political world for so many years, all the hearts you've manipulated."
"Now, it has become a boomerang because you couldn't see the speed of my blade."
"Now."
"Letting you die so easily would be far too merciful."
"I want you to live until the very end, to keep your eyes wide open and witness it for yourself!"
"How the Tendou Family, which you have cherished so much, is utterly destroyed!"
"I will go and find every single person with the surname Tendou, one by one!"
"Tendou Hinata, Tendou Genchaku, Tendou Kimin..."
"And your illegitimate children! Those relatives from your branch families!"
"I will cut off their heads right in front of your face!"
And so.
As Tendou Kisara swore her deadly oath.
Outside the window at that moment.
A pale moon had quietly climbed into the night sky, coldly gazing down at this living hell.
...
On the other side.
Orario.
Sunlight streamed through the curtains onto the second floor.
"Mmm..."
Hestia let out a groggy whimper, rolled over, and rubbed her sleepy eyes.
Her nose twitched.
"Huh?"
An enticing aroma drifted into her nostrils.
"Smells so good..."
Hestia was now mostly awake.
She sat up abruptly and looked around.
The room on the second floor of the mansion was so spacious one could roll around in it, and the bed was one of those soft, cloud-silk cotton beds, so comfortable it made one never want to get up.
However.
Hestia turned her head.
Right there on the round table by the bed!
There was actually a steaming, exquisite breakfast laid out!
Golden-brown, crispy toast! Perfectly fried bacon! And a cup of warm milk!
"Wow—!"
Hestia's eyes instantly turned into stars, and a suspicious drop of liquid even escaped the corner of her mouth.
"Heimer actually brought me breakfast?!"
Hestia was so moved she was almost in tears.
This was placed right in her room!
Not in the hall! Not for everyone to eat together!
What did this mean?
This meant Heimer had specifically left it for her! This was love! This was the bond that should exist between just the two of them as divine friends!
"Mmm-mmm, so good! It's too delicious!"
Hestia didn't stand on ceremony at all. She jumped out of bed barefoot, not even bothering with shoes or washing up, and dove straight into the feast at the table.
The salty savor of the bacon exploded on her tongue, and the warmth of the milk slid down her throat.
Is this the taste of happiness?
And so.
A moment later.
She finished the breakfast on the table in no time at all.
Hestia patted her round little belly with satisfaction and let out a loud burp, completely discarding her image.
Having eaten and drunk her fill, she was in a great mood.
Since Heimer was so considerate, she would graciously go and pay him a visit!
While she was at it, she'd ask if there were any activities today and if he could take her out to play again!
Thinking of this.
Hestia quickly tidied herself up, hummed an unknown little tune, and skipped out of her room, through the second-floor hallway, and straight to the master bedroom door at the end.
"Heimer~ Heimer~ The sun is already hitting your backside~"
Although this was Heimer's master bedroom.
Who was she?
She was Hestia! His best friend in the Heavens! And his closest divine friend in the Lower World! What was wrong with entering his room?
"I'm coming in—"
And so.
Calling out as she went, Hestia pushed open the door without any guard.
However.
The next second.
Hestia's voice came to a screeching halt.
It was as if an invisible giant hand had seized her by the throat.
Inside the room.
The morning light was just right.
Heimer was not there.
But.
Someone else was.
A figure stood with their back to the door.
It was a body filled with a wild, aesthetic beauty.
Long black hair cascaded like a waterfall over a snow-white back.
Slender legs, a thin waist, and the firm curve of the buttocks glowed blindingly white in the morning light.
Most importantly—
On that originally flawless skin.
Neck, back, waist, thighs...
Densely packed, covered in purplish bruises, and some extremely suggestive red marks that even a Goddess of Chastity could understand at a glance.
Not only that.
This person was unhurriedly picking up a piece of men's clothing from the floor and slowly putting it on.
Hearing the door open.
That figure paused slightly, then turned her head.
A Japanese face, long straight black hair.
Without a doubt.
This woman.
—was precisely Kirukiru Amou.
At this moment.
—Hestia, as the Goddess of Chastity, had eyes wider than copper bells.
"Eh?"
"Eeeehhh—!!!"
"You, why are you here?!"
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