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The world had regarded him as the “Messiah of Lugunica” when he had sliced the throat of the Beast of End, Puck.
However, even after that, the corpse of Natsuki Subaru the Fidget Spinner never ceased movement.
Having no life, all the body had been left with was a will ― a will to avenge Satella, the beautiful half-elf who had gotten herself killed by the hands of the Bowel Hunter.
But Puck, that fucking rat had the audacity to claim HIS prey before him. How could he? How dare he? And so, his fury, being redirected, claimed the life of his otherwise to-be-father-in-law.
But now, it knowed not where to go. The fury, the want for revenge never ceased in the body. And having no clear target to aim it all at, just made the frustration rise more and more ― making the corpse rotate faster and faster, faster and faster, faster and―
WHOOSH
The intense speed of the Fidget Spinner had caused a whirlwind to form around the corpse― No, calling it a mere whirlwind was an understatement. What it was―
“WHY THE FUCK IS A TORNADO HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING CAPITAL?!”
That was the voice of Kadomon, better known as the Accursed Apple Seller (fuck appas). He had just decided now was the time to close up shop and head home, but what had caught his attention was this bullshit.
Anyways, he’s useless to the plot (WAIT THERE’S A PLOT?!). The author has no idea why that guy was included here. In any case―
The winds continued to move faster and faster around the corpse, adding to its momentum― No, it was the corpse whose speed gave rise to, and boosted the speeds of these winds.
The Tornado Initiated By A Fucking Fidget Spinner was now on the verge of exiting the slums and entering the common folk’s area, when―
“You must stop right there.” A man with blazing red hair, and eyes as blue as the deep ocean, Reinhard van Astrea, appeared to combat the Latest Edition Of The Great Calamity.
The Tornado gave him no answer, but continued to move forward ― not because it felt too mighty to answer him, but because it LITERALLY couldn’t answer anybody.
“I see… You leave me with no choice then…” Slowly, the Sword Saint reached for the Dragon Sword Reid on his hilt, and surprisingly enough, the sword was unleashed without much trouble.
“It seems the Dragon Sword has chosen you to be a worthy opponent.” He said somberly, raising the blade ― glowing brightly ― high above his head, ready to strike, when―!
“Ah…” The sword… slipped… out of Reinhard’s “iron tight” grasp… and flew into the tornado… and became a part of it…
“Uhh…” The useless man that called himself the Sword Saint was at a loss of words… He had just lost his family’s ― no, his entire bloodline’s most precious heirloom ― just because… he had no idea why.
“So this must be your choice, taking away my weapon… Regardless,” he took a stance, tightening his foothold, just about to leap to the Great Calamity 2.0’s center and take care of the main problem―
SLASH
Reinhard had never felt such immense pain. His entire body was writhing in agony. How? Wha―?
The questions remained unspoken, but as Reinhard looked down to the source of his pain… only to find… the Dragon Sword Reid having… pierced clean through his crotch…
That day, the world heard the screams of someone they thought could never scream. The primal agony and pain in the scream could make you weep.
That day, Reinhard lost both his family jewels, and also his personal sword. All because he had lost his bloodline’s sword first. The irony makes me want to laugh.
But alas, the mere pain was too much to bear, and Reinhard could do nothing but fall right there, clutching his crotch, screaming in excruciation.
Somewhere in a room, drowning in alcohol, Heinkel felt prideful of his son for the first time, thinking that maybe Reinhard isn’t as much of a monster as he calls him ― and also human in some ways.
“Fucking hell, why the fuck am I *hic* thinking that?!”
In any case―
Just like how “A Dragon doesn’t care about what the ants at its feet are planning,” the Tornado spared not a moment longer on the fallen Sword Sain’t, and continued the course of destroying the world.
Right now, the Witch of Envy could do nothing but fawn over her beloved’s actions of following in her steps, from her seal. ILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU―
Even in the seal, she could feel her heart beating faster and faster, getting warmer and warmer, her mouth salivating more and more, her lips moistening more and more, her lower lips feeling itchier and more and more needy, and her (unseen) hand moving to that place to satis―
(“Hey author, we gotta keep this family friendly, y’know?”
“Oh, ok.”)
Satella only sighed at her, and regretted that she had not argued enough about the disadvantages of giving Turn By Death in place of her idea of Return By Death.