I’m Taking Revenge for My Murdered Classmates Using Weapons Made from Their Souls
“I’ll get going now.”
After leaving the lizardmen, Charlotte gathered her things and announced her departure.
“Why didn’t you go with them?”
“Because I would’ve got in the way. Besides, it seems like Shoko can only carry up to four people at a time. I didn’t want to cause any trouble for him.”
Charlotte smiled and answered Chika’s question.
“Will you be able to find them?”
“Yes. But I won’t tell you how.”
I was still wary of Charlotte. If possible, I didn’t want her to go after Ryo.
Not that I could stop her, though. Ever since arriving, I’d felt powerless to do anything.
There was no guarantee that she would tell the truth. For all I knew, she could’ve lied to us about everything. There was something performative about Charlotte’s actions.
Even so, I needed to ask her this one question.
“Why are you so interested in Ryo?”
Charlotte stared at me. Her smile disappeared for a second, but she soon regained composure.
“Because I love him, of course. What else could it be?”
I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was putting on an act.
“If you love him too, you should go after him.”
Charlotte tapped my nose lightly with her index finger before turning her back on us and walking away.
“I’ll let you in on a little secret. This place won’t be safe forever. Think about why that little one decided to leave the church immediately.”
“What do you mean...?”
My sentence hung midair as Charlotte continued walking, waving at us without a further glance.
“Talk about an ominous farewell.”
“Not to mention, you got more competition.”
“...I don’t think that’s what she’s after.”
I’d seen that look before that Charlotte gave Ryo.
Once, in biology class, our teacher had brought a case with a frog in it for dissection.
While everyone squealed about how horrible it was to dissect a frog, the teacher, who’d done the same experiment countless times, had wordlessly picked up the poor creature.
The way Charlotte looked at Ryo was eerily similar to how the teacher looked at the frog: cold and indifferent.
I felt a surge of hatred and disgust towards Charlotte.
Just then, my phone buzzed to let me know I’d received a text. What I read made me shudder.
“Student number 14 (female), Shizuka Nanami.”
“Transforms anger and resentment into ammunition.”
“Your anger has successfully charged your ammo. Seventy percent remaining until you can fire.”
I quickly put my phone away.
Was it anger that I felt towards Charlotte?
Jealousy, revulsion, anger, hatred—emotions I’d never felt before swirled around in my head, making me nauseous.
I refused to use this skill even if it became fully charged.
Even if it meant I would die.
“What’s wrong? You okay?”
“I’m fine! It’s nothing!”
I found myself shouting, making Chika jump.
An uncomfortable silence lapsed between us.
“Yo. Over here.”
Saburo’s voice brought us back to the present, and the awkwardness dissipated.
“What is it, Saburooo?”
Chika answered in a sweet, babyish voice. It was hard to tell if she was just fooling around or if she truly meant to pursue him.
“Kyoya and I came across some weird footprints when we were walking along the river.”
The color drained from Chika’s face. I was pretty sure I had a similar expression.
“This place won’t be safe forever.”
Charlotte’s parting words echoed in my head.
“No one goes off on their own from now on. We need to stick together as much as possible.”
We nodded in reply.
Danger was right around the corner.