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Then she felt it.
Black, tribal markings began spreading across her body, crawling over her skin as if alive, while an unbearable pressure wrapped around her chest.
It felt as though something invisible had seized her heart and begun to crush it.
Her body convulsed.
"This sword once belonged to one of the greatest assassins in the world," Gilgamesh explained calmly as the Fallen Angel writhed on the ground. "Or at least one of the most famous."
His crimson eyes showed no emotion.
"She earned the title One Cut, One Death: Murasame because of a unique ability."
The girl screamed, her limbs shaking uncontrollably.
"She coated her blade with a lethal poison," Gilgamesh continued, his voice steady. "A toxin capable of killing any being with a single strike."
Despair flooded her face.
Her heartbeat stuttered.
Then stopped.
She was dead.
The sword embedded in her body dissolved into golden particles, fading away as it returned to the [Gate of Babylon].
Gilgamesh raised his right hand.
A strange flame appeared above his palm—purple fire edged with black outlines. The flame split apart into several small bird-shaped embers, which immediately took flight toward the Fallen Angels' corpses scattered across the area.
The firebirds descended.
In seconds, every body was reduced to nothing.
No ash.
No bones.
No trace.
It was as if they had never existed.
"No mercy, huh?" Mordred said as she approached, Clarent resting casually on her shoulder.
"To be kind to your enemy is to be cruel to yourself," Gilgamesh replied in an emotionless tone. "If they came here to kill us, they should already be prepared to die."
Mordred nodded.
In this world, the strong fed on the weak.
There could be no pity.
If they had been weaker than the Fallen Angels, they would already be dead.
You must have no pity.
"Go home, Mordred," Gilgamesh said.
"What? Why?" Mordred snapped.
"I'm just going to retrieve Longinus. You don't need to come."
She was about to protest, but Gilgamesh continued.
"If you agree, I'll make five extra servings of food for you."
Mordred froze.
She considered her options.
Stay here and do nothing.
Or go home, get five extra servings, and later train in the dungeon with her master—who would return with a new Longinus.
Mainly…
The five servings.
"…Okay. Just don't forget," Mordred said.
Gilgamesh nodded.
Satisfied, Mordred dematerialized and returned home.
Gilgamesh let out a quiet sigh and continued forward.
.............
With Issei.
Issei and Yuuma—Raynare—stood in a deserted area near a water source.
The night air was heavy with silence.
Yuuma turned toward Issei and stared at him intently.
Her face looked beautiful in the dying light, her sharp cheekbones accentuated by the shadows. Slowly, deliberately, she stepped closer. She leaned in so near that Issei could smell the faint scent of lavender drifting from her hair.
She inhaled softly, as though steadying herself.
"Issei… there's something I want to do to celebrate our first day," she said quietly. "Will you grant my wish?"
Issei was completely lost.
Any other boy would have been thinking about her lips.
But Issei Hyoudou was not just any boy.
The only thing running through his mind was when he might finally get his hands on her beautiful chest.
"Of course," he replied, utterly oblivious.
"Will you die for me?"
"I'm sorry? I didn't hear you."
"I said… will you die for me?"
Her voice turned cold.
An ugly expression crossed Yuuma's face.
She pulled away, laughing softly.
Then—
Two black feathered wings erupted from her back.
Her school uniform shredded apart, replaced by something far more revealing.
"Holy shit… what is this?" Issei thought in shock.
Yuuma now stood before him in her true Fallen Angel form.
Her outfit left almost nothing to the imagination. Thorned armor rested on one shoulder, while the rest of her body was barely covered by thin cords of fabric. She transformed from a pretty schoolgirl into a dangerously voluptuous woman with terrifying curves.
A glowing spear of light formed in her palm.
"So please die fo—"
Golden flashes exploded through the air.
Several swords pierced straight through Issei's body.
He collapsed instantly, unconscious, blood splattering onto the ground.
"Who did this?!" Raynare screamed.
"I did."
Gilgamesh emerged calmly from the darkness.
"Damn it, you're going to die!" Raynare shouted.
Gilgamesh smiled.
"I'm sorry… I'm going to die?"
He shrugged casually, a dangerous grin twisting across his face.
For a brief moment, Raynare hesitated.
Few people could produce such an unnerving expression.
She forced herself to steady her nerves.
"Yes," she said firmly. "You will die."
"That's unfortunate."
With a scream of rage, Raynare hurled her spear of light forward. Any ordinary human would have been instantly impaled.
The weapon flew straight toward Gilgamesh's heart.
Raynare had already sealed the area to prevent sound from escaping.
She could kill him here freely.
She watched the spear fly.
Straight.
True.
Perfect.
She braced herself for the sound of bone shattering and flesh tearing.
It never came.
Gilgamesh simply stepped to the side.
The motion was so fast Raynare barely registered it before her spear slammed into a streetlight, exploding into countless glowing fragments.
Shocked, Raynare immediately formed six more spears and launched them without hesitation.
Gilgamesh vanished.
She suddenly felt warm breath brush against the back of her neck.
Panicked, Raynare flapped her wings and shot upward.
He had already moved behind her.
Gilgamesh frowned slightly.
He had underestimated her.
If she could generate that many spears, she wasn't as weak as he initially thought.
Still—
She wasn't interesting.
Gilgamesh leapt upward and grabbed Raynare by the ankle. With minimal effort, he yanked her downward and slammed her into the pavement.
The impact cracked concrete.
He allowed her a moment to stand.
Raynare attacked again.
Gilgamesh deflected her spear with his left arm, pivoted on his right foot, and drove his fist into her ribcage.
A sickening crack echoed.
Raynare flew sideways and rolled across the ground.
Gilgamesh grimaced.
Definitely broken ribs.
She tried to rise, but Gilgamesh stepped on her throat, crushing one wing beneath his other foot.
Almost desperately, Raynare attempted to summon more spears.
Gilgamesh increased the pressure on her windpipe.
Her hands trembled as they clawed uselessly at his legs.
Cold sweat pooled on her forehead.
Gilgamesh looked down into her eyes.
They were wide.
Terrified.