Chapter 31
"Now then, you're next, Kiyoharu-san."
"F-fuh, fuhaha, don't be ridiculous! Why me!?"
"Why don't you try asking yourself that? Surely you’re not going to claim you have no idea?"
"‘No idea’? What are you accusing me of!? I'm an elite citizen!"
"...Beyond saving, aren't you. No wonder your subordinates hate you."
"Those people are just slaves! Why should I have to care about what they think?"
Hopeless. He’s rotten to the core. There's no reasoning with him. If that's how it is... I’ll use my trump card.
"...This is exactly why your little brother stole your first love."
"Y-you bastard!! How do you know about that!? That wasn’t stolen! That woman just lacked the sense to see my worth! There's no way that failure of a brother could've taken her from me! No way!!"
Kiyoharu's face twisted from shock to rage. It was almost laughable.
"How pathetic. How long are you going to cling to a high school heartbreak? You’re already in your mid-fifties, aren’t you? No wonder your wife left you."
"That wasn't heartbreak! That ugly woman was never good enough for me to begin with! And my wife only left over a little affair—such a small-minded woman!"
"Oh? Then what about the time you kept hitting on Naomi-san in high school and got suspended for it? After being rejected a hundred times, you snapped and tried to assault her, only to get the crap beaten out of you by Masataka?"
"Wh-what...!?"
"And after that, you kept harassing her anyway, only to be completely ignored. Then, when you heard they were getting married, you went berserk and got yourself arrested. And after that, your family disowned you."
"H-how do you know all that...? The only one who knew was Masataka... but he’s dead... Don’t tell me—you’re Masataka’s kid...? But he only had that one... no way, you’re—"
"You forgot your own nephew's face, Uncle Kiyoharu? It's me, Yuya."
"Lies! You're a woman!"
"My gender changed. Long story. Anyway."
"I’m still going to carry out my revenge."
"Don’t screw with me...! You think a brat like you can kill me!?"
"And what if I can?"
"You really are just like that pathetic brother and that bitch of a woman! Always looking down on me! Always scheming with Masataka to humiliate me! You should've just become mine, you trash! Know your place, you damn whore! And Masataka too! That failure had no right to steal Naomi from me! He knew I was after her and he stole her anyway! Failures like him should rot at the bottom where they belong, like the garbage they are!"
Cornered, Kiyoharu started spilling his true feelings. I could barely contain myself. Hearing him insult my father and mother—I couldn't stay calm. And then, Kiyoharu said the one thing he never should have:
"That's why they died! It was divine punishment! Serves them right! Those garbage deserved to die! Kekekeke!"
"『Fall!』"
Lightning struck Seiji dead-on. Any normal human would have already died. But since he was undead, there was no need to hold back.
"GYAAAAAAAHHH!!"
"『Arc!』"
This time, the lightning didn't come from above, but arced horizontally, lashing across him. The smell of burning flesh filled the air.
"GUGYAAAAA!! HOT! IT’S HOT!! STOP! STOP, PLEASE—GYAAAAAAH!!"
"...You don’t need to speak anymore. Hearing another word from you would only make me hate you more."
"Fu-fuh, gahhhhh!!"
Shut up. Just shut up already. His screaming grated on my ears. Ignoring his pleas, I unleashed lightning again and again.
It was the first time I'd ever felt such pure hatred toward another human being. Part of me wanted to reduce him to ash until there was nothing left.
『Oh, how delightful. Such lovely "anger." Shall I lend a hand? I’m sure I could drag that man even deeper into despair.』
I heard a voice. A voice that wasn't Yuka’s.
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