“How could this be? This feeling!”
As he fled in a panic toward the mouth of a dark alley, Kajiake’s face was filled with terror.
“My eyes… I can see!”
Just a moment ago, he was certain his eyes had been blinded by that piercing white light.
The sensation of seeing pure nothingness rather than just darkness was still fresh in his memory.
But as he escaped the restaurant, his eyes seemed to undergo an unpredictable change.
They burned as if they were on fire, accompanied by an agonizing itch.
He was gradually becoming able to see the ground again.
Upon realizing this, a surge of wild joy filled Kajiake’s heart.
He quickly deduced that the drink the bar owner had given him earlier must have taken effect.
“I didn’t expect that thing could actually heal the injury to my eyes!”
However, he felt as though something was not quite right.
His vision…
Why was it that no matter whether he tried to close his left eye, his right eye, or even both eyes, he could still see the road in front of him?
Unfortunately, there was nothing near Kajiake that could show him his reflection.
Otherwise, he would have been driven insane by his current appearance.
Inside his left eye socket, a slightly smaller eyeball had grown out of nowhere.
It crowded the original eye, rolling wildly beyond his control.
It was far darker than his original eye, resembling the eye of an insect.
“Hey! Stop right there!”
Just then, a girl’s crisp voice rang out from behind Kajiake.
It was Hualí, who had finally caught up.
“Hey! You… huff, huff… Are you the ‘Perverted Ripper’ who’s been causing trouble in the Capital?!”
Hualí pressed her small hands against her large chest, which was heaving up and down from the intense running.
It took a while for her breathing to settle before she raised the Saint Sword, her small face solemn and threatening as she spoke.
“If you don’t talk, I’ll hit you! If you run, I’ll hit you too!”
Hearing this, Kajiake actually stopped in his tracks.
He stood there with his back to Hualí, remaining motionless.
The two of them were positioned on a downward slope.
Hualí stood at the top, while Kajiake was at the very bottom.
His back was completely shrouded in the shadow cast by Hualí, making him difficult to see clearly.
Seeing that the other party remained unresponsive, Hualí’s delicate brows furrowed tightly.
She began to walk down the slope toward Kajiake.
“You don’t think I’m actually stupid, do you?!”
“If you didn’t have bad intentions toward me, why would the Saint Sword have attacked you?!”
Hualí finally stopped three meters away from Kajiake.
Her eyes, as beautiful as sapphires, were full of vigilance.
“You really were planning to target me, weren’t you? You’re that perverted killer from the Royal Capital Headline Newspaper who specifically targets cute girls, right?!”
“Hehe… Hehe…”
Kajiake let out a low, raspy laugh from his throat, sounding like a wild beast.
“You are very clever, and very righteous. But didn’t your mother ever tell you that it’s very dangerous for a petite girl to chase a killer alone at night?”
Kajiake slowly turned his body, his face twisted with an excited grin.
While his right eye socket could still pass for a normal human injury, his left eye socket no longer looked human.
Two round eyeballs, one large and one small, squeezed against each other as they fought for dominance.
Pitch-black blood seeped continuously from the corner of his eye.
Drip by drip, the blood fell to the ground, emitting a stench of decay.
Seeing this, Hualí’s pupils instantly shrank to the size of pinpricks, and her stomach churned.
“Saint Sword!”
As she spoke, a faint glow instantly wrapped around the blade of the Saint Sword held in the girl’s hand.
The Holy Light Magic Power, which acted as a restraint against all evil things in the world, poured out.
A Mana Veil, resembling faint moonlight, draped over Hualí’s body.
Evil.
A pure evil so massive it was suffocating.
Sensing the message transmitted by the Saint Sword, Hualí’s expression changed.
For a moment, she couldn’t distinguish whether the Saint Sword was pointing at the man in front of her or the power he was using.
But none of that mattered anymore.
All she knew was that she couldn’t let him leave.
In the next instant, Hualí moved.
Still as a statue one moment and swift as a rabbit the next, she bet her status as the Human Hero as she swung the Saint Sword toward the purest evil in the world.
She would cut down the evil while it was still in its budding stage.
In the darkness of the night, that silver-white moonlight slashed down at a speed no human could react to, tearing through the black veil of night.
This was the first time Hualí had allowed the Saint Sword to be stained with blood since she obtained it.
She severed the head—which in some sense no longer belonged to a human—and blood sprayed into the sky.
The head on Kajiake’s neck was like a large watermelon that had lost its balance after its vine was cut.
It rolled off his neck and came to a stop at Hualí’s feet.
Even then, the non-human eye in the socket continued to spin wildly as if twitching.
Squelch!
With a cold expression on her cute face, Hualí drove the tip of her sword straight into Kajiake’s head.
She gripped the hilt and twisted, thoroughly crushing the brains inside.
She only pulled the Saint Sword out after confirming he had completely lost all signs of life.
Hualí looked up at the night sky of the Capital.
A cold, silver waning moon hung high overhead, casting a moonlight that carried no warmth.
As it fell upon the pink-haired girl’s refined face, a sense of cold ruthlessness replaced her usual lively and cute demeanor.
Just then, the magic power surrounding the Saint Sword’s surface gradually slid off, peeling away all the filth that had stained the blade.
As if it had completed its task, the light faded away, returning the sword to its everyday appearance.
Since there was no one around, Hualí used the cover of night to push over a garbage cart leaning against the alley entrance.
Holding her nose, she tipped the dark green cart over, perfectly covering Kajiake’s corpse.
“Phew~ That should make it so no one finds out!”
The girl quickly tidied her mood, instantly tossing the unpleasant events to the back of her mind.
She clapped her hands and turned to leave, unable to hide the look of pride on her face.
“As expected of me. I’ve done another good deed~”
As she walked, she passed by the restaurant from before.
However, unlike the dark state it was in when she left, the entire street was now brightly lit.
Royal Capital Prosecutors were investigating the entrance of the restaurant for suspicious bloodstains, surrounded by a crowd of onlookers.
Humans cannot resist their nature to watch a scene unfold.
Hualí blinked and squeezed into the crowd without a second thought.
“What happened? What happened?”
The onlooker Hualí pushed aside was stunned.
Where did this Masked Rider come from?
“I dunno,” the person said.
“It’s you!”
Just then, the boss, who was walking out of the restaurant with a frown, noticed Hualí in the crowd.
He let out a startled cry.
“It’s her! My shop must have been smashed by that little girl!”
“Huh? Me?!”
Hualí pointed at herself blankly.
‘Eh? No way!’
‘Am I not the righteous Hero who solved the evil of the night?’
‘Why? Why am I taking the fall again?!’
The burly boss rushed forward and grabbed the back of Hualí’s collar, lifting her into the air like a little chick.
He looked ferocious.
“You actually dared to come back! Just you wait to compensate for all the losses the shop suffered tonight!”
“No, it really wasn’t me! It was the waiter in your shop…”
“Still trying to argue!”
“Ugh… I don’t have any money…”
“If you have no money, then rot in jail!”
“I will pay the money she owes.”
Just then, a familiar girl’s voice sounded from nearby.
Hualí’s eyes lit up.
The disturbance caused by the Saint Sword in the kitchen had not only drawn the prosecutors but also the Saintess of the Light Cathedral, Penina, who had followed the holy light.
“Penina! Waaaaah… Save me…”
Hualí wailed with a miserable face.