One small month after Kaete’s camp had secured Linaris the Obsidian. Across this forty-day period, Kia the World Word was determined to have been neutralized, remaining quiet since the attack on the train. Meanwhile, Roto the Cross had infiltrated Sagasa Old Town, unbeknownst to anyone. The order from Nanal, disguised as the Queen, to temporarily repatriate the Okafu orphan evacuees was a matter that even Jelky hadn’t anticipated. During this time, with the turmoil following Rosclay’s death beginning to subside, they had resolved to hold the eleventh match as well. With the eleventh match at hand, the two hero candidates set to fight in it, Mestelexil and Kuze, were both employed to take on their own dangerous investigatory missions. Mestelexil’s mission to investigate Obsidian Eyes’s base of operation was a stroke of deceptive maneuvering by Kaete the Round Table. The intention was to cover up the traces of Mestelexil’s unofficial presence in the manor by having him enter the area again as part of an official investigation. Meanwhile, Kuze was sent to investigate the serial murders that had broken out in Sagasa Old Town. An invisible serial killer who wasn’t reported by any witnesses, despite several seeing the crime and perpetrator with their very eyes. The first one to notice the strange occurrences in Sagasa Old Town and task Hiroto the Paradox with investigating them was Aureatia’s Third Minister, Jelky the Swift Ink. Aureatia was vast. A person dying was a daily occurrence. However, the deaths and trouble in the streets, very trivial compared to concerns on a national scale, were something he needed to devote more caution to than anything else. An unacknowledged murder that normally wouldn’t have even been seen as worth investigating at all. The Twenty-Ninth Minister was sent into the field directly based on inferences made from many rumors and testimonies, and as a result, a vampire mutant capable of airborne infection, like the parent unit of Obsidian Eyes, by the name of Roto the Cross, surfaced as the suspect. No. True fear is far worse than this, Jelky thought as he glared at the map of Aureatia on the office wall. Rosclay had died, and the royal palace was attacked. Given that true terror had already been let out into the world, it was practically a miracle that Aureatia hadn’t been brought to ruin from civilian unrest. Kuze the Passing Disaster had been dispatched to handle the Sagasa Old Town matter. Everyone else might have been able to hope that he would get the situation under control. However, Jelky alone knew that true terror was lurking somewhere else. Queen Sephite. The revived Demon King. When facing true fear, a person couldn’t even manage to counteract it at all. Serial murders. Violent death. The influence from the terror is bound to come up somewhere… Where is she? At midday in Sagasa Old Town, there were no changes signaling some abnormal state of affairs. The sounds of food being cooked, stringed instruments playing, and residents conversing could be heard. Nothing at all suggested that there were murders that had yet to still be fully brought to light going on in the town. Although he had been informed ahead of time about the abnormal goings-on in Sagasa, after seeing the actual sights for himself, Kuze first grew suspicious. “…Is this Roto the Cross person really here in this town at all?” Only wielding his great shield and gauntlets, Kuze’s figure could slip right into the everyday bustle of the town to some degree, even with all his equipment on hand, but it was so peaceful that even this scant amount of equipment seemed wholly out of place. On top of that was Kuze’s companion— “THE FACT IS: SOMETHING STRANGE IS GOING ON.” —a chimera with a body almost twice as big as a minia’s, who resembled a wolf with bluish-gray fur. From the citizens’ perspective, he was much more the monster here, and the real abnormality around them. “PUBLIC ORDER IN THE OLD TOWN APPARENTLY CONTINUES TO IMPROVE FOR THE BETTER. SUPPOSEDLY, THE ONLY EXPLANATION IS THAT THE CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION ACTIVE AROUND SAGASA HAS STOPPED ALL THEIR ACTIVITIES. SAGASA WAS NOT ORIGINALLY SUCH A PEACEFUL TOWN.” The chimera was unmistakable hero candidate Ozonezma the Capricious. Defeated in the third match, from there he had been working as part of Aureatia’s fighting force. “It is rare to see children playing by themselves in these parts of town, that’s for sure. So the fact that nothing looks wrong is already part of the strangeness, then. Other than that…I know.” Kuze went back the way they came a bit and looked down at the riverside from the arched brick bridge. “Yup, I knew it. There’s no one living on the streets.” “SO THEY MOVED ELSEWHERE?” “Usually not a great sign, to be honest. Means that they can’t live here anymore.” “I SEE WHY YOU WERE SENT TO INVESTIGATE. BETWEEN THIS AND THE PLAYING CHILDREN, YOU ARE OBSERVING THE RESIDENTS A LOT CLOSER THAN I AM.” “Bweh-heh-heh… Sorry to say, I don’t think I’ll be able to live up to those expectations. Not great at jobs that need me to think hard and suspect people, see… Already hard enough for me as it is knowing that people’ve died.” On that point, cerebral Ozonezma was perfect for the role. The beastfolk had apparently collaborated with Flinsuda the Portent several times before and possessed the medical knowledge needed to respond to a vampire outbreak. Ozonezma was dispatched on the mission in place of the hero candidate Hiroto had originally requested to help, Shalk the Sound Slicer. Shalk was seen as suited for the job due to the fact that he couldn’t be infected by the vampire virus, but the strong fighter apparently didn’t have the temperament to willingly involve himself in a peacekeeping investigation. Furthermore, Ozonezma previously traveled back and forth between this continent and the new continent—and at first belonged to Hiroto’s camp. It was fair to say the power of his connections made it possible for Hiroto to deploy the chimera. “Now that I think about it, this is our first time working together…even when we’re technically in the same faction and everything, too.” “FACTION—I DO NOT BELIEVE THAT IS THE BEST WAY TO PUT IT. BOTH YOU AND I ARE NOT ACCOMPANYING HIROTO BECAUSE WE WISH TO. THOSE WHO NEED THE GRAY-HAIRED CHILD HAVE THEIR OWN AIMS. HIROTO THE PARADOX DOESN’T INTERFERE, EITHER. WE’RE IN AN EQUAL, COLLABORATIVE PARTNERSHIP.” “In that case, what does he consider an ally?” “THOSE WHO TAKE THE HAND HE OFFERS THEM… THOSE NOT NEEDING HIS HELP ARE SIMILARLY NOT NEEDED BY HIROTO.” As he conversed with Ozonezma, Kuze went down to the riverside and looked for evidence that people had lived there. Embers and containers of foodstuffs. There had been someone living under this bridge after all. “If there was an Order branch here, I could’ve just asked around there, too.” “I KNOW THE FULL GEOGRAPHY HERE. THERE IS NO ORDER BRANCH IN SAGASA.” “Bweh-heh-heh… It was destroyed and consolidated into another church ages ago. Giving a hand to those who got left out of society used to be all left up to the Order, too…” “KUZE. CAN I ENTRUST YOU WITH QUESTIONING THE CITIZENS?” Ozonezma pointed his snout up above the bridge. An elderly woman who appeared to be a local was just crossing over. Kuze got up on the embankment and raised his voice. “Excuse me, ma’am! Up there in the bridge. Would you mind if I ask you a bit about Sagasa?” “…Oh, what is this? You are Father Kuze, with the Order, am I right? The hero candidate…” “Ah-ha, hello, hello… I’m Kuze the Passing Disaster.” Kuze scratched his head awkwardly. …Having Ozonezma pop out’s going to scare her. When he looked down at the riverbank he had climbed up from, Ozonezma was already gone. He must have hidden under the bridge to make sure none of the citizens saw him. “I’m surprised you even recognized me. Here I thought I wasn’t that well-known.” Since the Sixways Exhibition wasn’t supposed to be a performance of any kind, and propaganda was given tacit approval, Aureatia hadn’t publicly released any portraits or photographs in an official capacity. As such, there had been an extremely big discrepancy in name recognition between the sixteen hero candidates. The one accompanying him for example, Ozonezma, had aimed to advance through the tournament while concealing data on his especially deadly methods of attack. Among all of them, Kuze hadn’t even participated in an actual match yet. Kuze was the only one who had advanced through the first round with a win by default. “Oh please, the Order has always taken great care of my family. From the Central Kingdom days, in fact. Even since that Demon King led to our church disappearing, Sagasa has truly fallen into rough shape, let me tell you… However, when I heard that a paladin of the Order had become a hero candidate, I got into touch with some of my old acquaintances. They told me about you, Father Kuze.” “…Is that right? Bweh-heh-heh… Nothing makes me happier than knowing I helped old friends get back in touch. Hearing that you overcame such great trials and are still doing fine is a great solace to us all.” The Order didn’t only refer to the community that practiced the Wordmaker’s teachings. Even if they lost their church and could no longer offer their prayers, people were still able to connect with one another. Individuals studying the same subjects, neighbors living in the same area—it was perfectly acceptable for the Wordmaker’s teachings to serve as the opportunity for connection. Just like this elder woman, one could even remember about such connections they may have had somewhere in their past, too. “Oh, forgive me for blabbering on. You wanted to ask me something, yes?” “Please don’t be—personally, I’d love to talk even more, but…Aureatia asked me to come out here and investigate Sagasa. Sorry to bring this up out of the blue, but were there any people living around this bridge up until recently? If you happened to know where they might’ve gone, that’d be an even bigger help…” “Oh… Ah yes, those people. Yes, they did used to live there. I’ve heard that one was taken in by Nogui—they run the general store, mind you—and two more were taken in by Gilza at the water mill. I do not know what happened to the others, but…if I had to guess, I imagine someone else here in Sagasa is looking after them.” “You said they ‘took them in’? None of those people were their relatives or anything?” “That’s right. None of the people here had any kith nor kin to speak of.” A world that built proper mutual aid between people was the Order’s very ideal. However, it was because Kuze placed himself within the Order that he knew how this reality could never easily be realized. Did this then mean that relatively normal merchants and citizens leading their normal lives had grown into the type of individuals who would take in those left living on the street in a spontaneous fit of goodwill? If that really is what’s happening here… This was an unusual change. Roto the Cross was having some sort of influence on Sagasa Old Town. …Isn’t this strange phenomenon something to be happy about? From the bridge, he could see what was happening in the riverside plaza. Children were laughing and freely running all about. Along the grassy riverbank, a senior was sitting alone, fishing. There was a group of young men who had likely been part of the violent elements of society. They appeared to be struggling with some unfamiliar transporting work and were fixing up an old steam automobile that had broken down mid-travel with the help of a nearby resident. Among them was a face Kuze had seen once before. If he remembered right, the massive man was someone with Sun’s Conifer. No one was scared of anyone else. If there was a world out there where everything went perfectly well like this, then— “…Father Kuze?” The elder lady called out to him with concern. “Oh, bweh-heh-heh… Sorry about that. Not used to this sort of work, so was just lost in thought a moment… Is there anything in particular that’s been troubling you lately, ma’am? Are you able to get by with peace of mind?” “I would say so. There haven’t been any unsettling incidents lately, and everyone has been nothing but kind to me…” To Kuze, it seemed like she was genuinely speaking her mind. “Perhaps we have little Roto’s arrival to thank for that, too.” …Roto the Cross. Aureatia had concluded that a young girl named Roto was the culprit behind this series of grotesque murders. However, if this Roto the Cross truly did exist, was she really a threat to Aureatia? Was this simply Aureatia trying to dispose of an inconvenient presence they couldn’t control, like they did with Tu? “Forgive me for peppering you with questions nonstop, ma’am. Did you have anywhere to be?” “Oh my, now that you mention it, I was supposed to be heading to a tea party with a friend. Not that we have the money or the tools to actually have tea, mind you… Ha-ha-ha. Apparently, it’s always been a bit of a childhood dream for her, and she wanted to give it a shot, if only in spirit.” “…Bweh-heh-heh. Well, that sounds grand. May the Wordmaker’s teachings always help you on your travels.” “Thank you. I’m cheering for you from the shadows, Father Kuze. Give it all you’ve got.” Kuze watched on as the elderly woman crossed the bridge with plodding steps. One thing was clear to him from their conversation. The series of strange happenings wasn’t some conspiracy or act of malice. Roto the Cross might have been cunningly making it appear this way, but even then—Kuze felt that the Sagasa residents’ contentment wasn’t because Roto was manipulating their emotions. “WHAT DO YOU THINK?” Ozonezma had gotten up on the guard railing without Kuze even noticing. He hadn’t made a single sound, perhaps because of his unimaginable flexibility despite having a massive body. “THERE IS NO GUARANTEE SHE WAS GIVING US THE TRUTH. RIGHT NOW THE RESIDENTS OF SAGASA RECOGNIZE THERE ARE MURDERS BUT HAVE NOT PERCEIVED IT AS A PROBLEM. WE SHOULD VIEW ANY TESTIMONY AS CLASHING WITH THE FACTS OF REALITY TO SOME EXTENT.” “…Good point. Still, that woman wasn’t being compelled by fear and forced into lying. If a person’s heart has found salvation, it might be the same either way, regardless of the realities of the situation…” “SO SALVATION OF THE HEART OVER REAL MATERIAL RELIEF. A WAY OF FRAMING BEFITTING A PALADIN.” “Roto the Cross is doing something the Order couldn’t. I want a chance to talk with her now… What do you think, then? Who’s got it right here, the information from Aureatia or the word of the citizens?” “I DO NOT INTEND TO FACE THIS INVESTIGATION WITH ANY PREJUDICES. WE WILL BE ABLE TO CONFIRM FOR OURSELVES DIRECTLY WHICH SIDE IS CORRECT FROM HERE. COGNITION MANIPULATION WILL NOT WORK ON EITHER OF US… IF WE CAN CONFIRM THAT THERE IS SOMETHING GOING ON HERE, THAT WILL SHOW US MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE.” While Kuze had received the antiserum thanks to Hiroto’s connections, apparently Ozonezma wouldn’t get infected with the vampire virus for a different reason. Ozonezma wasn’t a naturally born chimera but a weapon very similar to a construct, manufactured after undergoing exhaustive remodeling and adjustments at the hands of the self-proclaimed demon king Izick. As a result, techniques related to disease and poison—Izick’s most knowledgeable field of Word Arts—had gone into his creation, making Ozonezma basically immune to most existing poisons and diseases. “I don’t know about ‘confirming for ourselves,’ though…we may be able to find some evidence that can prove something’s going on, but just how are we supposed to prove that something isn’t? I mean, if Aureatia’s telling us the truth, then even if there is some incident here, it’s not causing any disturbances, and the residents themselves don’t even recognize it as abnormal, right?” “WE SHOULD ASK FOR ROTO THE CROSS’S WHEREABOUTS. IN FACT, WHEN THE OKAFU MERCENARIES DID THEIR INVESTIGATION, THEY WERE HONESTLY TOLD WHERE SHE WAS. IF WE TRACK HER AREA OF ACTIVITY, WE CAN VERIFY IF THIS IS A MAJOR INCIDENT… AS LONG AS THE CITIZENS DON’T PERCEIVE ANYTHING TO BE ABNORMAL, THEY WON’T TRY TO COVER FOR HER OR HIDE HER FROM US.” “When you put it that way, I guess you’re right… I screwed up, then. That old woman might’ve known something.” “CAPITALIZE ON THAT NEXT TIME, KUZE THE PASSING DISASTER.” “Bweh-heh-heh. Sorry for the trouble, then…” Kuze was scratching his head with a fake smile when suddenly he stopped moving. It took him another moment to realize something was lodged at the edge of his consciousness. Roto the Cross is a girl. She looks around ten years old or so…and the residents don’t feel anything odd about her presence. He turned his sights back toward the riverside plaza he could see from the bridge. The children laughed as they played tag together. Mixed in among them, he could see a girl with long black hair, decorated with several ribbons. She looked like a normal girl. At the moment, she was simply chasing after another one of the children and playing among them. “…Ozonezma.” “I’M AWARE. I COULD TAKE HER OUT FROM HERE…” Ozonezma’s back split apart, and countless arms sprouted out from it. “Don’t.” Kuze hastily stopped him. “She just matches the description we have; that’s all. She might simply be a normal minian girl.” “I CAN TELL. I EXCEL AT DIAGNOSING PHYSICAL ABILITIES. HER BODY IS THE ONLY ONE THERE THAT IS CLEARLY NOT MINIAN. REGARDLESS OF WHETHER SHE IS A MURDER SUSPECT, ROTO THE CROSS IS A VAMPIRE.” “Even then…! What are the children going to think when their friend gets killed right before their eyes?!” Ozonezma had diagnosed Roto as a vampire. Irrespective of if these serial murders were happening or not, vampires needed to be exterminated no matter what. If this vampire virus truly did spread through the air, then Roto the Cross would infect others simply by existing. She would bring about a calamity that minian society could never recover from. Even then, he still desired to hear her out. Kuze wanted to hope. Without waiting for Ozonezma’s agreement, he ran to the plaza where Roto laughed and smiled. Maybe the truth is that Roto the Cross can actually coexist with us. Roto the Cross… Vampires needed to be killed. That was the Kingdom’s rule and custom. However, the Wordmaker’s teachings certainly didn’t say anything like that. Whether ogres, vampires, or even monstrous constructs… As long as one has a heart that can understand Word Arts, there was no need to be afraid of one another. “Roto the Cross!” Running into the plaza, he called out the girl’s name. As if it was but a continuation of their innocent play, Roto was hugging a young boy close and kissing him. She cast a sidelong glance toward Kuze, her seductive red eyes completely at odds with her youthfulness. “…Who are you?” “Well, my name…is Kuze the Passing Disaster. I’m an Order paladin.” “I know about that stuff…the Order. Someone told me all about it…” “Did they, now…? So you’re Roto the Cross, then.” “Hey. So Wordmaker’s teachings, they’re supposed to make everyone get along, right? That’s so wonderful. I want to love many, many people, too, and become one with them. Mwee-hee-hee… So that’s why I decided to make everyone in this town get along…” Kuze couldn’t approach carelessly. Roto once again held the boy in her arms tightly and kissed him. The young boy laughed like it tickled. Though it may not have looked like anything more than children playing, the present situation was as if a mighty predator had taken a hostage. “Roto, what’s up?” “Who’re you, mister? We were playing here, you know.” “That shield’s so big! Ha-ha-ha!” …Be careful, Kuze. Provoke her the wrong way, and these children will get wrapped up in everything. Nastique couldn’t respond to malicious intent aimed at anyone else besides Kuze. At the very least, Kuze needed to have her focus on himself. “Sorry to show up outta the blue like this… I just heard rumors about you from some friends in the Order, see. They were really grateful to you now that everyone’s gotten so much kinder.” “Nuh-uh. It’s not me. Everyone wished for it to be like that.” Roto spun around while still holding on to the boy’s hands. Though her clothes were similar to the flowery outfits a young aristocrat girl would wear, in actually they were simply tailored together from different scraps of fabric and tied off with ribbons in places, leaving her thin arms and legs exposed. The crinoline used to maintain her skirt’s shape poked out from underneath, perhaps due to a lack of fabric, and it almost seemed like a part of her skeleton. “No one really wants to hate anyone.” “…Why do you think that?” “That’s how I was built. I can understand everyone’s fears.” The lone eye that poked out from the long bangs covering half her face stared hard at Kuze. Although vampires controlled others through pheromones, it was said the back-and-forth signal happened reciprocally, establishing a type of cognitive response between vampire and corpse. In which case, Roto may not have been lying. Even if Roto was a vampire capable of airborne infection, it was meaningless against Kuze. Nevertheless, Kuze felt threatened, as if her faintly glowing red eyes were peering into the depths of his heart. “…I feel bad for you, Mister Kuze.” “Huh…? For me?” “Mwee-hee-hee-hee. You’re scared. You’re scared that everyone will go away.” “…Where exactly did you come from?” There were so many things he wanted to interrogate her about. Still, he insisted on speaking with her like she was a normal child. He couldn’t expose the children here to danger because of his own personal feelings. “From the bottom of the desert. From drugs and glass…and a sea of blood. I was made by someone. I am the one and only krsnik…a wish born from the pain of people who continue to fear.” He looked at Roto’s face. She wore a blissful, innocent smile. However, she spoke in an icy tone, as if her childlike speech up until now had all been an act. This girl… When he thought about it, it was abnormal from the start. This criminal had changed all the residents of the town to corpses and could cover up this whole matter at a whim, yet why didn’t she erase their memories of her? Just what sort of goal was there behind giving peace of mind to the people or erasing their fear when, to a vampire, such cognitive manipulation was as easy as breathing? …isn’t a naturally born vampire. She’s an artificial creature…adjusted in a way that benefits minia, which is why she’s behaving like this… “I want to save you. I love you, Mister Kuze.” Kuze was terrified. He knew at that moment that the one Roto was trying to kill wasn’t Kuze. The young girl still exuded an angelic smile. “Can I eat him?” “Wait!” The girl’s fingers flashed like the jaw of a fierce predator and went to gouge out the face of the child next to her. At the very same instant, a silvery beam of light thrust in from the flank and repelled Roto’s hand. Kuze’s quickest reaction still didn’t come until after the instantaneous clash was over. He tried to grasp Roto’s dainty shoulder. His eyes played tricks on him, as if he had grabbed her afterimage. She had disappeared with unparalleled speed. “…Ozonezma!” Shade. His monstrously huge body had descended from the sky above and gotten between Roto and the children. The innumerable arms sprouting from his back had already fixed their aim. His silver scalpels blurred together— There was a quick succession of sizzling sounds of the air rupturing and burning hot. The scalpel projectiles turned into beams of silver light and hollowed out the streetlamp Roto had jumped on. Roto was no longer there. Ozonezma’s projectile attack had cut off the streetlamp post, melting it red-hot. “SHE’S FAST.” Kuze understood the meaning in the chimera’s comment. Obviously, Kuze’s attempt to catch her hadn’t worked. Even that cannon-like throw hadn’t been fast enough to catch her. “Ozonezma, can you chase her?!” “THE ONLY CHOICE IS TO USE THE TERRAIN TO ATTACK HER FROM BOTH SIDES. I WANT YOU TO GO AROUND TO THE RUINS DOWNSTREAM FROM THE WESTERN HILL ROAD.” “Got it… Watch yourself.” “YOU TOO.” Saying that as he departed, Ozonezma leaped with enough speed to almost disappear completely. Kuze took a deep breath to regain all the oxygen he had lost. The clash had happened within the realm of death itself, which Kuze had only just barely been able to fully perceive. A waterfall of sweat poured down his back. Kuze looked at the left-behind children. “Hey, was that a wolf just now?” “It was really big.” “Oh, I know, I know! Ozonezma’s one of the hero candidates! I heard he looks like a wolf!” “Where did Roto go?” …This isn’t normal. There were so many children here and yet not a single one was scared. Not of Roto trying to kill one of their own, not of Roto almost being killed, not of the appearance of Ozonezma the Capricious, and not even of the wisdom-defying battle that had unfolded right before their eyes. Fear was the origin of exclusion and hostility, but at the same time, it was a necessary function all hearts were furnished with. The most instinctual ability to sense danger, in order to ensure a creature’s survival. The boy who had just been held tightly by Roto and almost had his face gouged apart was already goofing around with the other children and laughing. If we let Roto live, the whole world will end up like this. That was why they needed to defeat her. That was what Kuze said to convince himself. In some part of his heart, he resigned to the fact that, really, this was how things were meant to be. A red afterimage bounded right and left through the midday city streets. The violent gust of silver hot on its heels was Ozonezma the Capricious. SHE CALLED HERSELF A “KRSNIK,” DID SHE? NO REGULAR VAMPIRE WOULD EVER HAVE THIS LEVEL OF PHYSICAL PROWESS. The narrow, complicated Old Town geography worked against Ozonezma to some degree. At their max speed, Ozonezma and Roto were likely equals. However, Roto’s small and light body was able to drastically change her acceleration and direction at will. With a massively heavier body, Ozonezma had constraints on his footing. If Ozonezma attempted to follow Roto in the same manner, lithely bounding, kicking, and moving in all directions along the private houses and shopping arcade, at this speed, he would destroy them all, crushing them underfoot. As such, he was unable to use the most direct path available, and Roto the Cross gained a large lead on him. He jumped. He ran. The scenery melted away, reaching speeds where he couldn’t properly see or hear anything. He chased after Roto’s light, like an ephemeral star. She was slower than Shalk the Sound Slicer. However, when he compared to her to Alus the Star Runner, he was unable to say for certain who was faster. That was how nimble and lightly she moved. Ozonezma’s advantage despite his inferior speed was the ability to limit his foe’s movements and guide where she went. As he continued to trail behind her at his max speed, he once again readied his vast arsenal of scalpels. For Ozonezma the Capricious, even unmatched techniques requiring maximum concentration could be used in parallel. SHE PUT THE HILL AT HER BACK. Judging the exact instant when the private residences wouldn’t be in his line of fire, he launched his blades like a silver tempest. “Mwee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee.” The girl with long black hair took a path with a bizarre trajectory, like a whirlwind. She evaded his attack. Ozonezma was a weapon birthed from the hands of Izick the Chromatic, the wickedest self-proclaimed demon king the world had ever known. Roto’s abilities were on par with his own. Something like her should not have simply appeared without any warning.
Chapter 246
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