"Miss Tojo, Mr. Shibasaki has arrived."
The female assistant's voice came through the receiver.
Shibasaki was Tojo Aoi's new driver.
After Tamura Tatsuya died, this young man, who was quite good at reading people's faces, was successfully chosen by Tojo Aoi to be her exclusive driver for outings.
Of course, the most important thing was that this man kept his mouth shut.
"I see. Let Shibasaki wait a moment. Also, regarding this project, call the relevant person in charge in."
Tojo Aoi, wearing exquisite makeup, opened a drawer and put the lipstick from the desk inside.
The drawer was neat and orderly, containing a stack of documents, three fountain pens, and a tie clip.
There was also a manga book.
Dragon Ball.
"Tsukisa, are you doing well?"
The girl's thoughts went back to six months ago.
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The driver, Tamura Tatsuya, leaned against the Rolls-Royce smoking, while giving luxurious glares to passing pedestrians and patrol officers.
A few minutes ago, his family's young lady had stepped out of the car with a stiff face and walked into the coffee shop across the street with stiff limbs, telling him to wait for her here.
Tamura Tatsuya was well aware that the young lady met with a certain girl every month.
Thinking himself very clever, he had called in many favors he usually wouldn't dare use to snatch the job of Tojo Aoi's exclusive driver from that group of young people.
Of course, this job also let him know many things he shouldn't have known.
That girl is really beautiful... Sen Getsusa, right?
Tamura Tatsuya remembered that girl with the superb figure.
Long wavy hair, big watery eyes that blinked and blinked, and that tear-drop mole full of desire.
She must be quite sensitive... Tsk, what a waste.
Thinking of her orientation, Tamura Tatsuya shook his head with a look of disgust: Two girls, they should go get treated.
But what was he worrying about? This was something for Tojo Aoi's father, My Lord Shensuke, to worry about... Today's matter should also be reported to... Just as he was thinking, Tamura Tatsuya noticed the girl he was thinking about was saying something to his young lady through the glass window with a look of sadness.
Tojo Aoi was expressionless. Her neat hair and beautiful eyebrows formed a straight line. The straight hair on both sides, cut as if by a knife, made this red-lipped girl look even more cold.
Tamura Tatsuya seemed to see the mouth movement.
"I'm sorry"?
Click—
Walking around the back of the car, he lit a cigarette, only to find that Sen Getsusa's shadow had disappeared from the window. Eh?
Also, where was the young lady?
The seat was empty, with only two untouched cups of coffee... In the coffee shop's washroom, Tojo Aoi carefully picked up her handbag and took out a diamond-shaped bottle.
The tip of the diamond shape was as thin as a strand of hair, elegantly curving into an arc. Inside was a purple liquid—it was visibly boiling out of thin air.
The liquid bubbled and gurgled, looking particularly viscous.
Tojo Aoi blinked her almond eyes and gently tapped the mouth of the bottle against the sink. After a crisp crack, a small hole for pouring the liquid appeared at the tip.
"I'm sorry, Tsukisa."
Tojo Aoi had originally wanted to find a tool to use, but in the end, she fell in love with Sen Getsusa, who was supposed to be the tool.
That girl's unique charm constantly attracted her own ghost-filled heart.
Now, there was no turning back.
When a decisive choice needs to be made, hesitation is synonymous with stupidity.
—Those recurring dreams of dismemberment and blood, her father's sinister laughter and hypocritical words, and the dusty box she had found with great effort, which her father had carefully hidden away.
That blood-stained written record, and now, the unknown fate after drinking it.
She took a black eyebrow pencil from her handbag and began writing and drawing on the mirror, muttering to herself.
If anyone else were here, they would be shocked to find that the entire space had begun to distort to a degree humans couldn't comprehend, with faint female wails and animal roars surging and churning.
The surrounding tiles began to fold and twist against each other, the protruding parts resembling a human brain, wrinkling in pink.
The spatial structure broke through the third dimension at this moment. Every half-meter, a new space seemed visible.
Tojo Aoi's heart pounded violently. Her hands couldn't stop trembling, though whether from excitement or fear, she didn't know.
Yet the girl's expression was unusually fanatical, not caring at all about what was happening around her.
The mirror was gradually covered in writing.
[Resentment (Prerequisite I):]
[Sacrifice a pair of lovers—they love each other, yet are each other's enemies. When the two eat each other's "unique organs," they shall see greatness.]
[Please crush the four pupils that reflect greatness into granules, grind them into a sauce, and smear it onto the bottle.]
[Please do not sneak a taste.]
This was a ritual that had already been completed when Tojo Aoi found the bottle.
The blood-stained slip of paper was crumpled—a checkmark had been placed after this line.
Then, the second line below.
[Blood Debt (Prerequisite II):]
[Extract the juice from a liar's tongue, 50 grams per month, boiled continuously for 10 months.]
[Pulling out the tongue is but a small punishment. Some people... shouldn't have one.]
Then, the last entry was very brief.
[Ruination (Prerequisite III):]
[Offer up the heart of a lover. Or offer up... her despair.]
Only this entry did not have a checkmark behind it.
It made sense; ever since her father killed her mother, he had never truly fallen in love with anyone. He surely would have been unable to complete this one.
At the time, Tojo Aoi only wanted to find a 'tool' to complete the 'Heart Sacrifice,' someone easy to discard after use.
As it turned out, only after falling in love with Sen Getsusa did she realize that when you love someone, it's impossible to complete the 'Ruination' requirement—just how heartless and cold would one have to be?
Her father was constantly sending people to track down the missing ritual objects, and Tojo Aoi's time was growing increasingly tight. She didn't have time to fall in love with another person.
So... I'm sorry, Getsusa.
The girl casually tossed the eyebrow pencil into the trash can. The mirror was already covered in writing. She looked at the last line and read it word by word.
"Unknown Chaos! I am willing to offer up this body of mine to serve you with devotion!"
"From this moment forth—"
"I shall invert order into disorder, as you desire."
"I shall advocate for ruthlessness and malice, and dwell beside lies."
"I shall live out my days in decadence, embracing evil thoughts and releasing my desires!"
"My above and below, my inside and outside, shall all reflect your massive form. I take it as my duty to spread it all day long!"
"Henceforth, I return eternally to Chaos—to hear your whispers, suffer your sins, wield your power, and spread your name."
As these words left her mouth, the air fell into a rare, momentary stillness.
Tojo Aoi looked at the mangled mess of 'herself' in the mirror: eyes blinked on her ears, and three mouths plastered on her cheeks were reciting with a grin.
She seemed prepared; she lifted a twisted, slimy tentacle to pick up the bottle—
Then she tilted her head back and downed the purple liquid, which had been boiling incessantly, in one gulp.
At that moment, a whisper distinct from the twisted murmurs faintly echoed from the void—it was an incredibly clear, dissatisfied 'Hmph!'
It then immediately receded, leaving only fragmented words behind.
Tojo Aoi's mind was a muddle; she couldn't hear them clearly at all.
"Idiot..."
"baka..."
**My cub..."
"If it weren't for the fact that you..."
The purple liquid slid down her stomach, and her whole body began to burn—Tojo Aoi felt it: a great power had descended!
Slimy mist entwined her, then stuffed itself into her body all at once. Her brain was instantly filled with a cold mystery.
Something that could be understood without words was branded into her mind.
She could even smell the brand searing her brain with a sizzle—the roasted brain also emitted an enticing fragrance.
Tojo Aoi sensed the words appearing in her mind. She reached out and pressed the mirror, and the handwriting was drawn out from her head, manifesting on the glass surface.
Is this the power of 'mystery'?
[Chaos - Lie Ghoul: An immortal that feeds on lies—]
Suddenly, the font on the mirror surface became blurred.
The twisted space began to invert, and that distant voice reappeared, echoing through the washroom.
"Scram!"
Tojo Aoi heard it clearly this time.
A female voice barked the command, and then, the surrounding distortions smoothed out in an instant—like unruly Soldiers seeing a General, they stood up straight, adjusted their uniforms, and saluted respectfully.
Then, the 'clack-clack-clack' of gears reached Tojo's ears from all directions.
Looking around, the white tiles no longer looked like brains.
In their place were tiny, brass-like gears.
They turned the entire restroom into a giant, functioning machine.
Gears from all directions rolled and rotated, then suddenly began to grind toward Tojo at high speed!
They spun faster and faster. Tojo Aoi had no choice but to turn sideways and curl herself into the smallest possible shape.
But the mass of gears didn't seem inclined to stop; eventually, they reached the girl.
In an instant, tender skin came into contact with cold metal. The sharp corners of the gears sliced into Tojo Aoi's limbs from all sides, tearing her flesh, shredding her fascia, and then churning and mixing it all together.
She screamed in agonizing struggle, letting out a loud shriek. Her fingers were instantly crushed, revealing the grim white bone beneath.
Red and white blood-water lubricated the entire machine in the next moment.
Perhaps it was a second, perhaps it was a day, or a year.
Tojo Aoi opened her eyes again and held her hands up in front of her—in the mirror, the short-haired girl was intact, expressionless, coldly holding up her hands.
Tojo Aoi knew that something unexpected must have happened.
Because the annotations on the mirror surface appeared in a somewhat malicious form, like a test paper graded by a teacher.
On the mirror was written:
Lie Ghoul (Chaos) ×
Deceiver (order) √
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