—As for me, honestly, I don’t care whether that little troublemaker lives or dies…… But if we’re talking strictly about what ought to happen, I think she should die.
I quietly listened to Senior Elsie speak.
All the while, a scene suddenly surfaced in my mind.
It wasn’t even an old memory.
Amid the flames, I had seen Senior Delphine lying collapsed with a deathly pale face.
Seria was crying, and across from her stood Celine, holding a bloodstained blade.
After that, my consciousness vanished for an instant.
It happened before I could even make any sort of judgment.
By the time I realized it, my body had already moved on its own and driven a kick into Celine’s solar plexus.
I thought about it a little more.
What had I been feeling at that moment?
Had I truly wanted to kill Celine?
—And most people would probably think the same way I do.
I couldn’t find my bearings.
More precisely, I wasn’t certain.
An irrational fear had taken hold of me—that my sense of indebtedness and guilt might be deceiving me.
That was why I let out a low groan and began looking inward.
Because I felt that if I descended deeper and deeper, I…