121 Chapter 117: The İdea Of Allience Was Completly Shattered
The episode was a bit long as I didn't want to prolong the events with The Five and the Harem King any longer, which caused me to publish the episode late. I'm sorry for that.
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Teka's frowned brows twisted inward more and more every second. Her stern glance carried a sense of dominance and dominance that the Todoroki family could not resist.
She crossed one leg over the other. She placed her hand on the table and tapped it lightly with his index finger. The table trembled with the knock, the food bouncing, including the five-layer cake.
As if the girls had foreseen this situation, they continued to eat with their plates in their hands. But unlike before, they weren't all that voracious in Blake's absence.
Yes, the food was still delicious. They could easily say that it was the best cake they had ever eaten. But when Blake left, its taste wasn't what it used to be. They felt like the most important piece was gone.
Nejire was eating cake monotonously. She didn't want to be on Blake's due date, but it was her sister Fuyumi and her aunt Teka's birthday. At least she should have been able to finish this cake.
She cut a piece of the cake and stuffed it in her mouth. She could taste the delicious taste of sour tea leaves and cream but was not at all happy while chewing it. She felt like he was ruminating.
Rumi and Nemuri were in a strange mood. They were eagerly eating the cake on the plate. They aimed to finish the cake as soon as possible and leave. They didn't want to stay here any longer, but they wanted to enjoy this delicious cake that Blake made with effort.
Unlike them, Momo ate her cake gracefully like a lady. Even though she was uncomfortable with this situation like her sisters, she did not neglect to behave by the table manners she was taught.
Fuyumi watched her new family and her real family with a wry smile. It wasn't that she didn't understand her sisters, even she was offended by it.
But she understood Blake. Blake's presence would act as gunpowder on the flames for her father and grandfather after recent events, and a fight would likely ensue.
She knew this, but she still couldn't help but get angry. She wanted Blake to be with her today, she wanted to laugh and enjoy her birthday with him and her siblings. Maybe...
But all of that was ruined by the new arrivals. More precisely, she was devastated by her grandfather and father, Fuyumi didn't think it was her siblings' fault.
Shoto hung his head as he ate his meal in silence. Natsuo was stroking the back of his head with a similarly wry smile and silently apologizing. Unlike them, Enji was staring at her and the girls with furrowed eyebrows, secretly feeling, without touching the food, her grandfather, on the other hand, was looking after her grandmother, ignoring the discomfort he caused.
"I told you I didn't want to see you for a while." Teka's stern gaze made Yoshino tremble. Even if she was his wife, her angry side frightened Yoshino.
"Cough* I know. But already six months have passed. I've come to settle this disagreement between us." Yoshino coughed to dissipate his fear before speaking. With a trembling hand, he reached for his soft drink glass to calm himself.
''Oh, is it? Nostalgic, isn't it? I remember telling you the same thing." Teka's lips curled into a mocking smile. She felt so nostalgic, that when she tried to do the same half a year ago, she had been brutally rejected and her heart was shattered.
But now she was saying the same things. If it weren't for her husband, she would beat him so that he was hospitalized for a few years. She opened her clenched fists, exhaling wearily. Her shoulders sagged as she forcefully suppressed the throbbing she felt in her skull.
It's just... she was so tired. Sometimes she even wanted to end this relationship.
But that thought vanished the next second. She loved Yoshino, she loved him from the bottom of her heart. This great love was the main reason why she remained loyal to him despite all this.
"Why is it so hard for me to be happy..." She began to question why it was so hard for her to achieve the happiness she sees and encounters every day and that Blake is trying to give her.
She knew she had many opportunities to achieve happiness. She also knew that the moment she accepted to be Blake's woman, she would be very happy, but she could not let go of her embarrassed husband in front of her.
Teka was not hungry or needy for love. She just wanted to be happy without the scorching pain in her heart, endless depression, and many other emotions that she had been feeling for months. From the bottom of her heart, she wanted to be as happy as she felt in her childhood and youth, even when she married Yoshino.
"Sigh*" Teka sighed full of emotion. She squinted her eyes, her posture like a tired tigress. The girls noticed how lonely and tired he was, the queen, who had filled them with admiration and looked at the world with arrogance as if she would not be destroyed no matter what, seemed to be about to collapse.
Yoshino's eyebrows twitched when he saw his wife was about to collapse. He unconsciously reached out his hand, wanting to hug her and help her get out of this state. He stretched his hand across the table and touched Teka's fingertips.
Slap!
Just as he was about to grasp her hand, something happened that had never happened before. Teka slapped her hand randomly and prevented her from holding it.
Teka looked at her hand for a moment. Her crystal-like eyes squinted, looking wearily at her hand. She closed her fingers in turn and then opened them.
Yoshino's expression trembled. He forced himself to smile, but his smile was nothing like a smile. His lips were waving, and the corners of his eyes were twitching. His sense of depression was growing.
''That's enough. I'm full~~'' The situation was getting weirder. At that moment, a cheerful and pure voice pierced the strange air. The people at the table turned their gazes to the owner of the voice, Nejire.
Nejire was licking her lips in satisfaction. She got up from the table and went to the kitchen with the plate. The sound of water was heard, and after a few short moments, Nejire came out of the kitchen and headed for the living room.
"Nejire-chan… is there a problem?" Fuyumi asked in confusion. Nejire's gesture might have been perceived as a bit rude to others, and Nejire did not normally do such a thing.
'Oh, nothing. I just don't like eating at the dinner table without Blake." Nejire looked at Fuyumi and smiled as she walked into the living room. After her speech, she bounced cheerfully and sat on the chair. She pulled her legs to her chest, grabbed the TV remote, and started flipping through the channels.
''That sounds good. I will do the same." Following Nejire, Momo went to the kitchen with her plate. After washing her plate, she sat down next to Nejire.
Rumi took the cake and swallowed it with a big bite to be the next to go. She closed her eyes and stood up as she licked the cream off her fingers, but a hand stopped her.
She opened one eye and looked at Nemuri holding her. One eyebrow raised, silently asking her what she was doing.
"Someone has to stay here in case something happens. Since I'm not strong enough to stop them, you need to stay here. After all, Blake will be upset if the house falls apart." Nemuri stood up at once.
She licked her lips sexy as she passed Rumi to taste the cake left on her lips, curving her hips as she made her way to the kitchen. Her sassy breasts trembled and her hips jumped with each step.
Rumi, who was about to stand up, sighed and sat back in the chair. As Fuyumi said, she was the only one who could intervene if tensions arose between the current people.
She rested her chin on her hand and continued to eat cake while pouting. She raised her eyes slightly, meeting the group's gaze. She casually waved her hand.
"Don't mind me, I'm just eating." After her words, she cut herself a piece of the liqueur cake, took the cake in her hand, and started to bite it.
Yoshino nodded and looked into Teka's eyes. He sighed before speaking.
"Sigh* Teka, I know. You're angry with me for what I said to you. I can understand that. I said very bad things to you. But you must understand me too." Yoshino clasped his hands on the table and bowed his head. His bangs fell in front of his eyes, making it impossible to see his eyes shining with hurt and undisguised anger.
"I was going to work that day, I was in a very happy mood. Just as I was walking into my room, I saw the tapes of you... your... grg* the night you were with Blake." Yoshino clenched his teeth, his fists clenched, and his breathing tightened. The instinct to smash things was growing stronger.
"I've seen you make love with him all night, every hour, every minute, every second, non-stop, for hours. I didn't want to believe it, but your voice, your appearance, everything I saw on the tapes looked like you. At the end of the 12th hour, I had no choice but to believe that it was you." Yoshino's body was shaking slightly, tears forming at the corners of his eyes, which were closed by his bangs. Just remembering that moment was enough to reveal his depression and anger at that moment.
"In short, you have to understand why I said those things to you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I said those cruel words. I want to be the same again. I want you to be my wife again." Yoshino's trembling voice made everyone understand how emotional he was right now. He almost looked like he was about to cry, swallowing occasionally, trying to hold back the tears.
"Teka, please tell me what happened that day. Tell me why you are experiencing such things. I will listen to you until the end." Yoshino bowed his head harshly. It was almost begging him to tell Teka what had happened.
Teka silently watched her husband's desperate pleas. Yoshino looked more helpless than he had ever seen in her life.
She raised her hand and tried to reach Yoshino.
The world lost its color, the girls, grandchildren, son, home, everything was gone, leaving Teka and bowing Yoshino in the pitch black field. It was dark, the table was shaded, and only Yoshino and Teka sitting in the chair and continuing to bend over.
Teka continued to hold out her hand, her hand getting closer and closer to Yoshino. It probably stretched halfway across the table, maybe more. Only as long as she could reach out a little longer would she reach him.
As long as she explained everything to him, she could finally find her happiness. She could shake off the complex emotions that had numbed her heart and made her not feel well, she could be her husband's wife again and be happy.
Yoshino would probably never be negligent again after what had happened, he would do whatever he could to make her happy, maybe even have some harsh sex with her, like Blake, and make her happy.
"Happy birthday." But at this moment, for some reason, the words of the white-haired man who was celebrating her birthday came to mind.
Another person appeared in the dark area. To the right of their seat, he was staring into the darkness with his back to them. His head was turned upwards as if he were studying the darkness.
Its graceful white light illuminated her dark world. Unlike Yoshino in front of her, he stood proudly in the dark, opposing the whole world just as fiercely as she did.
Her gaze softened, the white light having the most elegant hue she had ever seen, and looking at it dissipated her dark feelings. It was as tender as a mother's embrace, as soft as mother nature's song, with color as soft as the feeling of tenderness. She had never seen this kind of white color before.
"I spent a lot of effort on the gift I prepared for you. Why are you still not opening? I'll be sad if you won't open, you know?" The white figure looked over his shoulder at her. It had no face, no ears, and no other limbs. However, Teka realized that the white figure was looking at her with affection.
As if the white figure's words had lit a light in the dark space, the gift box Blake had given her appeared in the dark space. She pulled back her hand and sat down in her chair.
When she did that, everything fell apart, she continued to stare at Yoshino, unmoving from the beginning. With a quick thought, she realized that it was a hallucination of her emotions taking over her logic.
Her hand moved slightly. Her right hand was empty, but she had something in her left hand. She turned to look, now clutching the gift box Blake had given her.
She ignored Yoshino for a moment and pulled the box in front of her. At first, she didn't care what was inside the birthday box, even though she knew that Blake was going to give her something valuable, the gift box itself was a "gift" to her.
But now she couldn't wait to see what was inside. She grasped the gift box with both hands, not wanting to tear it apart, unlike Fuyumi. For some reason, she couldn't bear to do that.
She grasped the ribbons to open the gift box, but the words she heard stopped her movements.
''Why do not you say anything? Is it that bad you can't say? In our last conversation, you said "if I had a choice". Blake, give you something like an aphrodisiac-"
"Blake wouldn't do such a thing!!!" (6x)
Nejire and Momo got up, and Nemuri came out of the kitchen. After Fuyumi and Rumi slammed their hands on the table, they jumped up and shouted. Most surprisingly, even Teka, who was opening the gift box, denied it.
''Hey, you. I'm not going to do anything this time just because you're Teka's man, but if you try to contaminate Blake with your words, I'll throw my respect for her aside and beat you until you're doughy." Rumi's ears were pricked, and a ''+'' shaped vein appeared on her forehead, revealing the veins in her clenched fists.
She respected Teka, and out of this respect, she took care to behave properly with those close to her. However, the other party was trying to smear her male rabbit.
Blake was someone who didn't think with his lower body, against the will of the harem. He wasn't a womanizer, he was very flirtatious to the women he loved, but he had a cold face towards women he didn't know. No matter how strikingly beautiful the other party was, he was no different from other people.
"Go do your paranoid conspiracies in your home. Don't try to blame him when you're at his house, with his girls, eating his food." A wild air burst from Rumi's body. If Yoshino said one more word, she would smash his jaw.
Yoshino winced, his Quirk was simple telekinesis and could lift things to four times as heavy as himself. There was no way he could fight Mirko, who could challenge Japan's top three hero rankings, having developed her body to its limits and crossed it over and over again.
Also, Rumi was even more enraged when it came to the tainting of Blake, activating the killing intent she didn't even know she had. Her red eyes shone like blood moons, the pressure in the room increasing.
"Ne~ Ne~~ Rumi-nee-chan, you don't need to be so angry." Nejire's frown suddenly melted, she approached Rumi with a happy expression and hugged her from behind. Rumi did not understand what Nejire wanted to do but did not interrupt her.
"Blake said we could kick them any time we wanted, right? How would you like to kick them out instead of getting angry on this beautiful day? Him and…" Nejire hugged Rumi from behind, leaned close to her ear, and spoke for all to hear. She pointed to Yoshino first, then pointed to Endeavor standing beside him, who had looked at Fuyumi like a precious piece of gold from the start.
'And let's send him. He's been giving us and Fuyumi-nee-chan strange looks since they arrived." Nejire's voice was cheerful, hER expression was fitted with a bright smile, and was fidgety. However, hER words did not match hER expression at all.
The girls turned their gaze to Endeavor. Endeavor didn't seem to hear them, looking at the girls in surprise. His puzzled expression was silently asking how the girls had become so strong.
The source of Endeavor's surprise was the power he felt from the girls. While he hadn't met each of them in person, he had seen them several times from afar or on television, and they didn't seem all that strong to him.
Only now, when he looked closely at them, was he able to realize that they were very powerful. And that's what surprised him.
He, Endeavor, had spent two generations building up the powers that those in this house had. But in just a few months, those in this household were able to access the pursuits that he had labored for over two generations.
He understood that the source of this was Blake, and for the first time regretted that he was gone. Endeavor wanted to ask how they did it. He wanted to ask him how he had made them so strong by ignoring his hard-working efforts, or whether he could give this method to him as his son-in-law.
''Father! Are you still obsessed with that issue? You really can't be saved." Fuyumi stood up with anger that didn't suit her. Her father's expression was so familiar to her, a manifestation of the twisted obsession he had seen throughout her childhood that tortured her brother, her mother, and them.
"B-listen to me, my dear Fuyumi. Your father will ask you something-"
BAM! BAM!
"Don't call me that, it's disgusting. Only he can call me that!!" Fuyumi slammed her hands on the table. Small shards appeared on the table, and blue flames spread across the table. The whites of Fuyumi's eyes were covered with veins, a scorching anger captured her heart as she grits her teeth.
There was only one person who could call her "my Fuyumi" and that person was gone right now because of her relatives. She wanted to hear those words from him so much right now that she just couldn't because of them. But her father, the one she didn't even want to call her father anymore, was calling her "My Fuyumi", even though she didn't want to.
"Go away, I don't want to see you anymore." Fuyumi pointed to the door, her little figure trembling. Her eyes were filled with anger, she wanted to cry in anger, but she knew right now that she needed to be strong. She grits her teeth and sharpened her emotions.
"L-Listen to me. Your father will apologize for everything, it's just-" Enji waved his hands towards Fuyumi with a mild expression in his way and tried to calm her, but Teka's words stopped him.
"Go, Enji. You too, Yoshino." Teka's expression was free of emotion, as expressionless as a serene surface of the water. She pointed to the door with her chin.
"W-Wait, Teka. Our conversation isn't over yet. Me-" Yoshino shook his head and tried to speak. He raised his hand in the air, there was more he needed to talk to Teka.
"I don't want to talk anymore today. So go. What is that? Or is our relationship so worthless to you that it ends in a failure?" Teka raised her eyebrows suspiciously, tilting her head slightly, giving Yoshino a questioning look.
Yoshino's body trembled throughout, he shook his head wildly. He opened his trembling lips and spoke.
'Of course not. Okay, since you don't want to talk today. I'll be back tomorrow, if you don't want to talk tomorrow, I'll be back after tomorrow." Yoshino put his hand on the chair and lifted himself. After slapping Enji's shoulder, he gave Teka one last sad look and headed for the door.
Enji looked at his father, then at the girl group. He wanted to stand here and learn from them how to become stronger.
As his eyes wandered between the two sides, he met Teka's gaze. Teka frowned slightly, Enji could see growing anger on her face. He leaped like a gazelle and followed his father behind, if he stood any longer, his mother's brutal beating would ensue.
After the duo left, the atmosphere became less awkward. The girls exhaled through their noses to relieve their anger and took their seats at the dinner table. Of course, the chairs Enji and Yoshino were sitting on had been moved aside by them.
"Pat* Okay, let's get rid of this mess. Teka-nee-chan, aren't you going to open the present that Blake gave you? I'm very curious what he gave you." Nejire closed her eyes and clapped her hands towards the group with a pure smile.
The girls' gazes turned to the gift in front of Teka. After Fuyumi's gift, they were very curious about Blake's gift to Teka. What could he have bought for her?
Taka shook her head. She brought her hands back to the ribbon tying the box, gripped the ribbon gently with her thin fingers, and pulled it to both sides.
Svip!
With a small sound, the ribbon that closed the box opened. Teka ran her fingers over the lid of the box, touched the tabs on the lid of the box, and lifted it.
Phov! Svosh! swish! swish!
What greeted her and the girls was a large bundle of papers splashed on her face. Papers kept coming out, and it wasn't long before Teka's lap was filled with papers. It was littered with papers on the table. Luckily, Rumi had acted quickly and removed any food that could have ruined the papers.
Teka clamped a random piece of paper in the air between her two fingers and brought it to her face. She began to read the paper calmly, but when she finished reading the paper, her eyes widened.
She picked up another sheet of paper and looked, then another sheet and another sheet, then another sheet of paper, a whole bunch of sheets going through her hands and reading each one to the end, making sure she didn't miss a single detail.
Papers continued to be read one after another. Teka had been holding her breath a while ago. Her heart was beating wildly.
What was on the papers?
It was not possible to say exactly what was written, but in short, if what was on the paper was true, Teka's biggest problem, attacks on her Japanese companies, was over, the funds were supported and the situation was stabilized.
If she could use this opportunity, she could breathe a sigh of relief for a while. Using her breathing time with Teka's personality, she could attack back and rise again stronger than she already was.
These papers had given her the heart of the phoenix, and with a little effort, she could rise again from the ashes.
A piece of paper floated uncontrollably in the air between Teka's thoughts. The piece of paper flipped through the air and passed before Teka's eyes. Pensive Teka unconsciously read what was written.
Happy birthday, birthday girl. Remember, you don't need me or anyone else for happiness. I know that with this little opportunity I have given you, you can regain your happiness and peace. Go beat them and show me that the beautiful queen I loved and fell in love with has taken over the world again. -Blake
Babump! Babump! Babump! Babump!
Teka's heart was beating wildly. The last time she felt this emotion was 67 years ago. Two bright, shimmering blue eyes flickered through the floating paper, searching for a particular figure.
However, she could not find the figure. He was gone long ago, aligning her hand to her heart and grasping the top of her heart. Her heart wouldn't stop, it was beating wildly as if it wanted to let her host know something, and all she heard was the beating of her heart.
She remembered Blake's bitter expression. No matter how hard he tried, he thought of his expression, which wrinkled when he saw her eyes looking for Yoshino behind him, not him. His last-minute expression of disappointment and secret sadness came to her mind.
Babump! Babump! Babump! Babump!
Her heart kept beating as if it wanted to tear her chest apart. For Blake, a certain emotion that had long ago become unstable and settled in her heart had escaped the chains of emotion Teka had tried to suppress as best she could, and occupied a small space in her heart.
In the end, Blake's long efforts had been successful. A small space in Teka's heart that belonged only to Yoshino had been his.
She had a fall...
**
Martin had been in the MHA world for three full cycles. For two cycles of these three cycles, he did almost nothing, lived outside like a beggar. He had not sought the popularity this world could give him, he had never touched any woman or desired wealth.
He lived on the street like a beggar, like a useless person.
This was because of what Martin experienced in his first loop when he first came to the world of MHA.
"Every person's life is important. No matter how small one is in society, one deserves to live." Martin's father was a cop. He was neither a commissioner nor a chief of police. He was nothing more than an ordinary cop who stepped forward to protect your lives in the crowd of people.
And that little cop had taught him a lot of valuable life lessons. The sentence above was one of his teachings.
For Martin, his father was an idol and a hero he could be proud of. He was a little hero, a hero you might see on your street, but to him, he was no different than the superman he would meet with his starry eyes every day.
Martin had made a promise to himself from an early age. He would live by his father's teachings and be someone that little hero could be proud of. Even when he left this world and came to this world, he had not changed.
He had always loved anime where heroes help people and kindness wins, and MHA was one of them. The first thing he did when he came to this world was trying his best to get into the U.A.
He had improved himself, developed his friendship with 1-A, and became a successful hero. There were times when he looked back and thought that his father was even proud of him.
But that was until a certain day. That was the day when his thoughts and goals changed completely.
That day, to be precise, at the end of the "Shie Hassaikai Arc" where Eri was rescued, he managed to get a few villains to talk and was able to take the positions of some of the villains key superiors.
Due to his excitement, he forgot some things and tried to surprise the villain.
The raid had been successful. The villain was surprised and panicked at how he knew their location. Martin had used this opportunity to neutralize most of them. He was getting more and more excited every moment, his hopes were high that he could completely neutralize them.
But everything happened at that moment. Some villains noticed his weakness and started attacking civilians.
The atmosphere suddenly turned into a bloodbath. He remembered severed limbs and decapitated human bodies filling the space and blood splattering everywhere. Children were screaming, families were crying, and the screams of people who lost loved ones filled the place.
That day was a doomsday for him.
By the end of that day, he was in prison. Even if it had nothing to do with their deaths, he indirectly caused the deaths of people, and the people of the cowardly MHA anime world organized protests for him to go to prison.
But none of Martin cared. He had tried desperately to reach Lilith all day.
By the end of the day, she had reached him. Lilith had come to the prison room in a cute police uniform, taking the place of the guard who brought the food to the prison room.
The moment he arrived, she desperately begged him to revive the people who had died there. His eyes, which had been dead all day, were alive.
Every second, every minute, he heard their cries, burning with regret for their deaths. All he wanted was for them to be revived, even if he was willing to turn things back a few days if possible.
But the answer he received was more brutal than anything else.
"Mhmm... No, I don't want to do that. Doing so will give me a lot of trouble, and I think things are more interesting that way." She said so with a bright smile on her beautiful face, shining with the moonlight coming through the window, but because of her words, her smile was like a devil's smile.
At that moment, he understood that this world and its inhabitants were just toys for the beautiful woman in front of him. They were extras who could arouse her interest and relieve her boredom, and their death would only tickle her attention.
He had sworn to himself that night to destroy Lilith and those who thought like her.
But before he could do that, he had to be alive first. He had signed a "Loop Agreement" with Lilith to survive and achieve her goal. The contents of the deal were pretty simple, he could live through the loop as long as he wanted as long as he didn't interfere with the main story.
**
The dining table, enclosed by an isolation barrier, fell into silence after Martin's story. They each had their thought processes and thought-filtered Martin's story.
Blake moved his hand that supported his chin. He was clutching his chin with his chin slightly protruding, looking around with a tired look.
He had stopped listening to Martin during the first half of the story. The first part without Lilith had made him realize what kind of person he was, and Blake didn't want to be allied with someone like that.
There was nothing wrong with his heroic nature or helping people. His girls were heroes too, and someone like that wouldn't bother him, but Martin seemed like the type to leap forward at the slightest risk to human life. He would ignore the facts, ignore which side was right, and try to stop him by bullshit about "human life".
And Blake had no interest in allying with anyone like that. It could be said that he listened to Martin's story with one ear.
Blake's gaze darted from side to side, looking around. As he silently turned his head, he met eyes with a group of women at the edge of the room.
The entire women's group consisted of 46 people. Each of them was hiding under the tables at the edge of the room, admiring them, or rather himself, and taking pictures of him. Everyone loved to look at someone beautiful/handsome and this group was showing their love by screaming.
The group was surprised when Blake made eye contact. Martha hurriedly put her index finger to her lips and clasped her phone-holding hand with her free hand in front of her face, begging him to keep quiet.
Raven-black eyes swept over the women in turn. Noticing that he was staring at her, the women first blushed and then asked him to be quiet.
Blake sighed and blinked at the girls, then continued to stare at the boy group indifferently. The girls' voices weren't coming in, but with his charismatic gesture, they all started screaming wildly and took a picture of Blake.
"So… you blamed Lilith on yourself, and now you want us to help you kill her?" Blake's callous tone broke the silence. The expression of Martin, immersed in the memories, was twisted in surprise.
''What? No, I'm not trying to do something like that. The real bad guy here is Lilith." Martin couldn't understand how he had made such inferences from Blake's words. How way to look at it, the bad person here was Lilith.
''Really? I do not think so. All I see is a poor man trying desperately to pin his mistake on something else." Blake put the back of his hand under his chin and bowed slightly, seeming to mock Martin with his whole being.
Blake didn't like Lilith and took great pleasure in seeing her suffer after seeing what she had done to him and Teka. But there was nothing in Martin's story to suggest that Lilith was wrong.
Given that the representatives of the universe, especially someone like Lilith, saw her world and its inhabitants as "things" rather than as beings, Lilith was hardly mistaken.
"Y-You... what are you saying!? Where am I passing my fault on to someone else? Yes, I am the most mistaken, but Lilith does not even see the people of this world as human beings. Each of them is a toy or lower beings to her. Don't you care about that?"
Martin was aware that Blake had a somewhat cold disposition, but he was talking about human life here. The women he loved were human, so he had to care a little about people. At least he should have cared about them as "homogeneous".
But his words didn't change Blake's expression. His raven-black eyes staring at him were as cold as a thousand-year-old icicle, his words unable to touch his emotions. He remained expressionless, watching her steadily.
"A-Are you... still human?" Martin's voice trembled. Martin had never encountered such an expression before. It looked more like a black-covered piece of stone than a human face.
"Maybe… Maybe not. But that's not the point, is it? Have you killed any of Lilith's kind before?" Blake suddenly changed the subject, resting his hand on the table and asking as he fingered the glass of water in front of him.
Marin's expression twisted. Blake's pointless questions were getting on his nerves, yet he got on his nerves and answered.
"No, but-"
"Then why are you so confidently questioning whether I am human or not? Shouldn't you first consider how you can kill Lilith? Do you have a plan? Or plan B? Or your plan C in response to plan B?'
Faced with Blake's successive questions, Martin grimaced. He didn't have any of these. The crooked expression on his dirty hairy face made him look even more disgusting than he was.
"As far as I can see from your statement, you are not. You have no plans, you're probably planning to go with the flow, and you haven't killed any of Lilith's kind, you don't know what they're capable of and what their powers are. And despite all that, you're asking me to go with you to my death on this hole-filled ferry because of your ridiculous and shitty sense of justice, are you kidding me?" Blake smiled sarcastically, tapping his skull with his index finger. He was asking if the thing inside the skull was okay.
"I-I... I... well... umm..." Marin didn't know how to respond. Blake's successive questions hit his weak spots, and he had no answers to them.
He didn't have any of that because he refused to live with what Lilith had given him after that event. He had lived outside, had food, and had sharpened his hatred for Lilith.
But he hadn't made any plans.
"Sigh* I don't understand people like you. When you have a little knowledge of the world, you act as if you can do anything by putting aside the seriousness of life. Wake up to reality, stupid. This is real life and you're not the main character." Blake's judgmental gaze shook Martin's and Edward's, which had similar thoughts to Martin's. His cold figure was like a gigantic judge judging them ruthlessly.
"I care less about Lilith than a little bug, but since you won't live long with your stupid sense of justice, I'll give you a brief rundown of her." Blake sat back. His hair was slightly wavy. The sides had already changed, and he had become the man in charge of the matter.
"For Lilith and her species, their world is like a… snap* toy. Yes, it's like a toy. Just as you don't care about the feelings of the wooden toys you played with as a kid, they don't care about the creatures of this world." In the middle of his speech, Blake pondered and snapped his finger to figure out what he would like the world to be.
"The two are not the same!!" Martin slammed his fist on the table. Because of the anger, his lungs were working faster, his breathing was getting faster. He couldn't stand that Blake and the others saw human life so small and humiliating.
Blake ignored the man's anger. Childish anger wouldn't change the truth. He continued to hit him mercilessly with his words.
"Not for you, but her. They see their world and its contents as "things". For them, people's death is like the wood they used as a wooden sword for years breaking and looking like a real wooden sword. It just adds to their fun."
"You have very well understood the mentality of those children, Hanbun-deshi. I'm proud of you." Unlike The Five and the Harem King, who glared at him, and Edward and Martin, who were furious and steaming from their noses, Scathach proudly commended him for what he had said.
"Can you answer some of the questions that are on my mind the next time we meet?"
''Of course. I will answer anything you want to know. Just ask." Scathach began to get excited, her gaze becoming increasingly eager as she stared into the empty throne room. She wanted to teach Blake something.
Blake nodded slightly and stood up. Ignoring the group, he headed for the exit. His job here was done. The idea of an alliance with them was completely shattered. They did not know anything, they acted with a childish sense of heroism, and they were doomed to death or a sad end.
He would rather bully his girls than endure this pain with them.
"Wait, Blake-san. Where are you going-''
"And if in the future Lilith does something to the women you love, will you be able to stay like this?"
The Harem King stood up to stop Blake, but his words were interrupted by Martin, who stood up. Martin stood up and shouted. Blake and he were facing each other, not looking at each other as they were destined to do.
"If something like that happens, I'll handle it myself. Rather than fight a team like you on a wooden raft, covered in holes and advancing blindly, I'll go get her head myself." Blake put his hands in his pockets and walked outside the OHRMG.
He didn't want to deal with or think about this group anymore.
The group was silent for a while when Blake left the room. Simon was thinking about Blake's words. He was right in most of his words, and what he said showed how flimsy their alliance was in its aims.
He took his friends and left quietly. He wanted to reflect on this alliance.
Martin and the Harem King remained in the room. The first was leaning on the table, reflecting on Blake's words, while the second was examining the surroundings in the strange atmosphere.
It was then that he saw the group of girls staring at him with admiration and fanatical feelings towards where Blake had gone. The girl group was showing each other the photos in their hands and screaming.
The Harem King's face reddened, he could feel an imaginary hat on his head.
