Henriette, who had cut open Ottilie’s neck, opened her mouth wide to bite her to death. Jack, his face contorted with joy, stared wide-eyed, fixated, trying to engrave these best worst final moments into his memory. But then another Chimera fell behind him with a heavy thud. With that as a starting point, the other Chimera that had been flying in the air had also begun to fall as well.
“It would appear that the central core has stopped functioning,” Jack practically spat. Even though she was a defect, this affected Henriette too, as she had been given a Chimera-made core. Her mouth remained open, but she stopped moving and began to convulse. “How tedious. Well, I suppose she may begin moving if I wait…”
Unlike the other individuals, Henriette hadn’t completely stopped functioning. Since she had originally just been running amok, once the effects of the stop signal being emitted by the central core were gone, she would probably try to bite Ottilie to death again. However, Jack had a bad feeling. This brief respite given to Ottilie… It seemed to him that it would sever the flow of events.
“I suppose I have no choice, then. I’ll kill you.” Jack approached the hanging Ottilie to deliver the final blow. At that moment, he heard it.
“Sister.” Ottilie kept muttering the same word over and over. “Sister, Sister, Sister, Sister, Sister.”
“Ga ha ha, how single-minded you are. Even though you were just about to be killed by your dear sister.” While it wasn’t as pleasurable as the ultimate ecstasy, killing Ottilie now would still be enjoyable.
Jack walked toward her, his heart racing with excitement—but then he suddenly realized something. The blood flowing from Ottilie’s neck hadn’t stopped yet.
There was a limit to the amount of blood a human body contained. It varied depending on size and weight, and it also depended on sex. It was said that men had the advantage in Genocide Arts because they had more blood relative to their body weight. Which was exactly why the existence of Henriette, who could freely produce blood inside her body at will, and even expel it, shocked those who practiced the same techniques as her. Ottilie, who achieved what she did through sheer determination, had also won herself similar praise.
In other words, that meant that Ottilie did not have Henriette’s unique talents. She was just an ordinary, insane person who had mastered Genocide Arts through obsession, effort, and technique. And yet, the blood pouring out of her had long since exceeded a lethal amount.
“I suppose this is not the time for me to slowly savor the moment. It is regrettable, but it is time for you to lose your head. Bind Strike!” The undulating, elongated sword came for Ottilie. But then, a gigantic hand emerged from the blood that pooled on the ground and crushed the sword.
In that moment, Ottilie…
“Sister, Sister, Sister, Sister, Sister, Sister, Sister! (This pain, this suffering, oh, what I’ve dreamed of, what I’ve desired, ah, love! Love is filling my entire body!)” She was in such a state of extreme arousal that it was hard to believe, for someone who was nearly dead.
“Sister, Sister, Sister! Sister, Sister! (My body, cut to ribbons by Sister, is now fully hers! And I have gained everything, my Sister’s everything!)” She was experiencing a joy (climax) that was overflowing with love.
“Sister, Sister, Sister, Sister, Sister, Sister, Sister, Sister! Sister! Sister! (However! However, however, however! I cannot forgive changing Sister into such a hideous form! I cannot! I cannot allow her to be defiled by another like that!)”
Rage, indignation, and aggression erupted from her. The pool of blood transformed into a giant red humanoid standing several meters tall. It was shaped exactly like Henriette. With a crimson sword in hand, this Bloodstained Sister manifested to protect Ottilie.
“What is happening? Is something like this even possible with Genocide Arts?!” Jack, shouting that this was impossible and absurd, retreated. The Strappado binding Ottilie was released. She fell to the ground with a thud, then slowly got up, like some kind of spirit of the dead, gliding through the air as if she disdained the very ground.
“Sister.” Responding to her call, the giant moved. With tremendous force, it swung its sword at Jack. Jack tried to block it with his sword, but…
“Guh, what, is this power…? Guaaaah!” He was being crushed, his knees buckling. Just before he was crushed, he tilted his blade to try and deflect the force and let out a slash as he got away. Jack glared at Ottilie with a grim expression, his composure gone.
“Ottilie, you… That look on your face—are you in heat?!”
Her flushed skin, her ecstatic expression, her vacant eyes, her heavy breathing. No matter how you sliced it, it looked like she was sexually aroused.
The giant moved in sync with her emotions, trying to smash Jack with its massive sword. He was swept away. The impact shattered the ground, and the wind pressure sent debris flying. The scattered blood became tiny blades, and even just grazing Jack’s body was enough to immobilize him.
In other words, the power generated from that single move had a destructive force that surpassed all of Ottilie’s previous attacks.
“Sister, Sister, Sister. Ah, Sister!” Ottilie’s neck was torn wide open, blood spraying from the wound. Her eyes were open, and she screamed only “Sister” over and over and over… She had long since lost her sanity. It was doubtful she was even conscious. The giant simply rampaged, swinging its sword with abandon. The storm-like slashes had somehow even caught the Chimera-ified Henriette before Jack had realized it.