A Heartless Confrontation

Aya Tone rose to his feet, his gentle gaze turning ice-cold in an instant. He patted Yan Mo on the shoulder. “I don’t believe you.”

With that, ignoring the heart-wrenching cries behind him, he slammed the interrogation room door shut.

“No! Milord!” Yan Mo watched that figure disappear, and along with it, all memories of Aya Tone vanished from her mind.

“No! Please, no!”

Yan Mo clawed at her hair, desperately trying to halt the fading of her memories.

She went berserk in the interrogation room, forcing the watchful officers to rush in and restrain her.

Aya Tone’s figure flickered, slipping past everyone.

He had nearly been killed by his own hand—he didn’t believe the other party harbored no resentment.

But still…

Since the true culprit had been identified…

Leaving the interrogation room, Aya Tone didn’t head straight out. Instead, he strode toward the criminal investigation office.

As he crossed the invisible boundary, the air turned frigid.

Officers hurried past. Some glanced at the unexpected little figure that had appeared in the bureau, but a single look was all they spared before returning to their work.

The world was in chaos; there was no time for rest.

“You’ve heard the truth. I’ll handle that person. As for her…”

Old Liu, a seasoned detective with a sharp eye for reading people, quickly picked up the thread.

“We will absolutely clear Officer Yan’s name, ensure her reputation remains intact, and offer her appropriate compensation.”

Aya Tone: “…”

“Fine, I’ll leave it to you.”

He hadn’t actually meant that—he only wanted to say that she should be released when the time came.

During the interrogation, Aya Tone had secretly altered Yan Mo’s perception and sealed away all memories related to himself.

The process went smoother than he had expected.

He was tampering with her very soul, yet she offered no resistance. It was…

Hard to believe. It was as if he held her soul in his hands.

Unfortunately, Aya Tone’s understanding of the soul was shallow; otherwise, he would have seen a sword encased in magical prohibitions deep within Yan Mo’s soul.

The royal clan would never let their chosen reincarnators go unmarked, as a means of control.

And the purpose of their reincarnation was to hunt down those bearing the “Star Feather” bloodline.

…

“So you are Miusitita?”

In a dark, damp old alley, a man stared at the mysterious figure before him, who had concealed their entire body, and immediately assumed a combat stance.

He narrowed his eyes, quietly channeling his supernatural power.

For this person to utter that name—were they a “kin”? Or perhaps… an enemy!

Not long ago, he had reunited with his sister, and she had told him that they had found His Lordship.

The malice he had suppressed for so long no longer needed restraint.

By following in His Lordship’s footsteps, this world would surely fall into their hands.

Killing a few ignorant commoners was merely an early taste of victory.

“Who are you?!” Miusitita’s bone spurs pierced through his skin, slowly growing into a bone blade.

Dried blood still clung to the blade, making it look gruesome.

“Hmm, I’ve found the right person.” In the face of such abnormal behavior, Aya Tone skipped the identification phase.

This was a good thing.

“You bastard!” Miusitita roared in fury.

He was a king’s guard, the future general who would rule this inferior race!

And now he was being ignored by a lowly creature?!

Unforgivable!

He would use the power he had gained in this world to make her taste the consequences of ignoring him!

Miusitita swung his bone blade, his form turning ghostly. In an instant, he was before Aya Tone, aiming for his head.

“Die, you waste!”

Aya Tone’s immobility was, in Miusitita’s eyes, nothing but a terrified ant.

“Rip!”

The sound of a body being pierced rang out, and a torrent of blood instantly stained the ground.

Miusitita staggered backward, looking down at his blood-soaked palm. His pupils contracted, disbelief flooding his eyes. His muttering grew louder, until finally it became a roar.

“Impossible!!!”

“What’s impossible?” Aya Tone tossed the two bloody bone blades aside like trash.

“Who… are you…?” From the moment his heart was pierced, the life force in Miusitita’s body began an irreversible decline.

In less than half a minute, death’s aura had already enveloped him.

“Die if you’re going to die. Too much nonsense.” Beneath the hood, the small face sneered in disdain.

Since he had killed the man, he would finish the job.

“You!” Perhaps due to the angle, in the last second before his life completely left him, Miusitita finally glimpsed a youthful face beneath the hood.

The golden glow of the setting sun poured in from the alley entrance behind her, casting a patch of light into the damp, dark corner.

Her silhouette was edged with flowing gold, and a few rebellious strands of hair had escaped the hood’s confines, naturally falling, glowing with a soft halo in the backlight.

The Princess Consort!

Aya Tone looked down at Miusitita, now a corpse, without a flicker of emotion.

“Your master is dead. Aren’t you coming out?”

“Ga ga ga—”

At that moment!

On the wall not far away, a spatial void had opened without warning.

The harsh, grating voice came from within.

“Hmph, disgusting, inhuman thing.”

Aya Tone wasn’t about to tolerate it. Not coming out? Then forget it—he didn’t want to see that revolting monster anyway.

From the moment he arrived, thanks to his powerful mental perception, he had detected the monster lurking above.

Miusitita’s ability was the bone blade.

So… it was you who killed the innocent civilians!

“Starlight Breaker!”

He led with his ultimate move, giving no chance to escape.

The light faded, and a translucent monster fell from midair, its parts dissolving into black mist.

Even from the parts that hadn’t yet vanished, its ugliness was evident.

Everywhere one looked, there were densely packed, gaping mouths.

“A nightmare?” Aya Tone’s disgust was almost palpable.

Where had this repulsive monster come from? It seemed that the recent disturbance caused by Qian Mian had left many rats well-fed.

Reincarnators… Qian Mian… A means to tame monsters beyond supernatural powers?

Interesting.

Perhaps that little police officer would yield some surprising discoveries.

After dealing with this organic mess and ensuring no adverse effects on the surrounding environment, a faint silver light flickered, and the alley returned to its usual calm.

Apart from some traces of magical bombardment, all other evidence had been cleaned up by the team Aya Tone had called.

And those magical marks, unless carefully inspected, would be dismissed as art.