Chapter 40

He was trying to prove his superiority by using another of their series, Enrica, as a tool. “Ouch… You’re lacking some love for your sister, little miss.” Giuli held her side as she got to her feet. Enrica’s roundhouse kick had enough power to burst the organs of any regular person. Giuli had avoided most of the blow, but her movements were sluggish. “It’s over, sister Giuli. You can’t defeat me.” Enrica raised her knives again. Enrica had been discarded due to issues with her emotions and intelligence, but her combat skills overwhelmed Giuli’s. The lack of emotion only made her a more focused fighter. Still, Giuli looked sure of herself as she glanced back at her sister. “You think?” Enrica openly approached Giuli, the latter still not giving up. Giuli could not react as Enrica’s knife swiftly approached her neck, and just as it was about to sink into flesh, she stopped. “Huh?!” Enrica stopped in midair, like a marionette held up by strings. And in fact, slim wires, invisible in plain sight, wrapped all around her body. A net meant for capturing a Lazarus. Giuli had been planting the wires like a spiderweb all over the surrounding rubble as she guarded herself against Enrica’s blows. “Bye-bye, Enrica. Don’t show your face to me anymore, if possible. I’d rather not kill a sister.” Giuli smiled at her paralyzed little sister and took a smoke grenade out from her pocket. She escaped among the smoke cover and disappeared into the ruins of the building. “I’m sorry, master. I’ve let our target escape,” Enrica reported to Andrea as she cut away the wires with her knife and regained her footing. Andrea said nothing, but violently kicked her abdomen. The small girl was sent helplessly flying, her body bent in pain. Not content with that, Andrea fiercely stomped on her face. “Too bad, bro. You’re not gonna follow her, though?” Yamase asked sarcastically as he calmly watched the man vent his anger on the girl. “She can run for now; it won’t change anything. It’s too late already.” Andrea combed his hair back with a hand, regaining his composure. “All the wealth those dolls took will be in my hands, as the legitimate heir of House Berith. And this includes Avaritia’s medium.” “…Okay. Good luck, man. Just don’t forget to pay me for damages and compensation.” Yamase shrugged. Miyabi Maisaka listened to their conversation from a short distance away. Her long, black hair swayed in the fume-tainted wind. Her right eye, hidden behind her bangs, glowed coldly, silently reflecting the city of Yokohama, which was soon to become a battlefield.