“Don’t make me sound like a serial killer.” “I’m not a murderous cursed spirit.” Ronova decisively rejected Suguru Geto’s suggestion.
It was just Gojo Satoru.
Why should she panic over him?
At worst, she could find a remote place to hide.
Could Gojo really chase her across Japan just to kill her?
Ronova’s attitude puzzled Geto.
He looked at her seriously.
“Don’t you hate sorcerers?” “Don’t you hate humans?” Ronova immediately shook her head.
“Why would I hate sorcerers?” “Why would I hate humans?” Geto frowned.
“Don’t forget.” “You are now the enemy of the jujutsu world.” “Every sorcerer who knows what you are will eventually try to kill you.” “Don’t you want to fight back?” Ronova nodded.
Of course she wanted to fight back.
But there was a difference between fighting the people who attacked her…
And hating every sorcerer in existence.
Not every sorcerer was her enemy.
Geto continued.
“And what about ordinary humans?” “You’ve spent enough time with me by now.” “You’ve seen what they’re capable of.” “You’ve seen their cruelty.” “After witnessing all that…” “Can you really tolerate their continued existence?” Ronova finally understood.
Geto wasn’t simply asking questions.
He was trying to reshape her worldview.
He wanted to turn her hatred of individual evil into hatred of humanity itself.
Then…
He would make her the sharpest blade in his plan.
The extermination of all non-sorcerers.
The relationship between humanity and cursed spirits was complicated.
Cursed spirits existed because cursed energy leaked from ordinary human beings as a result of their negative emotions.
Non-sorcerers produced cursed energy unconsciously, allowing it to leak from their bodies and accumulate.
When enough cursed energy gathered, it could eventually give rise to a cursed spirit.
Sorcerers, by contrast, possessed the ability to control their cursed energy and therefore did not produce curses in the same way.
That was the foundation of Geto’s ideology.
Humanity created curses.
Sorcerers were forced to fight those curses.
And the sorcerers who fought them…
Were often the ones who paid the highest price.
Geto had eventually come to believe that the existence of non-sorcerers was the root of the problem.
His solution was therefore brutally simple: Create a world inhabited only by sorcerers.
Kill all non-sorcerers…
And cursed spirits would eventually cease to exist because their primary source would be gone.
That was the conclusion he reached after Yuki Tsukumo explained the relationship between non-sorcerers, cursed energy, and cursed spirits to him.
It was an extreme solution.
An impossible one, perhaps.
But Geto genuinely believed in it.
Ronova, however, didn’t agree.
In her opinion…
Geto was simply taking one problem and trying to solve it by creating another.
Even if his plan succeeded…
Who could guarantee that a world containing only sorcerers would become peaceful?
Sorcerers could still disagree.
They could still fight.
They could still betray one another.
Conflict wouldn’t disappear simply because cursed spirits did.
The source of conflict was far more complicated than cursed spirits alone.
Yet Geto had reached the point where his ideal had become inseparable from his identity.
Once he had chosen his path…
Turning back had become almost impossible.
He was the kind of person who would continue walking toward a destination even after the road itself collapsed.
Perhaps that was idealism.
Perhaps it was stubbornness.
At this point…
The difference hardly mattered.
Geto’s expression became increasingly serious.
“So you’ve seen what humanity is really like.” “How can you still defend them?” He wanted Ronova to answer.
He wanted to hear hatred in her voice.
Instead…
Ronova calmly finished the last bite of her breakfast.
Then she looked directly at him.
“I won’t deny that some people deserve to die.” “But that doesn’t mean everyone does.” “For those who truly deserve death…” “I won’t shed tears for them.” “But for people who haven’t done anything wrong…” “I won’t kill them simply because they belong to the same species.” She paused.
Then her voice became firm.
“So if you want me to help you exterminate humanity…” “Give up.” “You’re too extreme, Geto.” Her words were blunt.
There was no need for the double-agent act anymore.
Ronova’s identity had already been exposed.
Geto could no longer use that secret to control her.
And after the battle with Jujutsu Headquarters…
She was no longer the newly born cursed spirit who had desperately needed his protection.
If Geto disagreed with her…
What exactly could he do?
Ronova stood.
“I know about your past.” “I know why you became a curse user.” “And I can understand what you’re trying to accomplish.” “You want a world where sorcerers no longer have to sacrifice themselves because of cursed spirits.” “Unfortunately…” “That world doesn’t exist.” Geto’s eyes narrowed.
Ronova continued.
“Even if your plan succeeded…” “Even if every cursed spirit disappeared…” “Sorcerers would still fight each other.” “Humans don’t understand one another.” “Sorcerers aren’t any different.” “Conflict is part of the world.” “You can’t simply erase it.” She finished speaking.
Then…
She turned around and walked away.
Leaving Geto sitting there in silence.
Ronova couldn’t help feeling a little amused.
That was satisfying.
She had just verbally dismantled one of the most dangerous curse users in Japan.
Then she walked away without giving him another chance to argue.
Nanako and Mimiko, who had been nearby, immediately stood up.
They clearly wanted to stop Ronova.
“That woman…” “She has some nerve!” But Geto raised a hand.
“Leave her.” The sisters reluctantly stopped.
Geto knew exactly why.
Neither of them was strong enough to force Ronova to stay.
More importantly…
Geto himself had fallen silent.
Because…
Ronova’s words had struck somewhere he didn’t want to look.
He knew that conflict couldn’t simply disappear.
Even among sorcerers…
There was conflict.
There was discrimination.
There was politics.
There were power struggles.
Sorcerers died fighting curses.
But sorcerers also died fighting other sorcerers.
His plan had always promised a world where sorcerers could live without fearing curses.
But…
Could he really guarantee that?
No.
He couldn’t.
For the first time…
Geto began confronting a possibility he had spent years refusing to acknowledge.
Perhaps he had been pursuing an impossible dream.
The thought was painful.
Because if his dream was impossible…
Then what had everything he sacrificed been for?
His comrades.
His ideals.
His position at Jujutsu High.
His friendship with Gojo.
The countless cursed spirits he had consumed.
The lives he had taken.
The people he had abandoned.
Had all of it been for nothing?
Geto lowered his head.
A profound emptiness began spreading through his chest.
For years…
He had convinced himself that his path had meaning.
That the suffering of sorcerers had a purpose.
That if he could complete his plan…
Everything would finally make sense.
But now…
Ronova had forced him to confront the flaw he had been avoiding.
Even if he won…
He couldn’t guarantee peace.
He could only guarantee that one particular source of suffering would disappear.
What came afterward?
He had no answer.
Geto sat alone for a long time.
He didn’t even notice when his breakfast went cold.
His expression gradually became hollow.
Nanako and Mimiko watched him anxiously.
They had never seen Geto-sama like this.
To them…
Suguru Geto had always been someone who knew exactly what he wanted.
Someone who could protect them.
Someone who possessed an answer to everything.
Now…
That certainty was beginning to crack.
The sisters clenched their fists.
They blamed Ronova.
“Damn her…” “She just ran away after saying all that.” “If she hadn’t left…” “We would have taught her a lesson.” But neither girl dared disturb Geto.
Because at that moment…
Suguru Geto wasn’t thinking about Ronova.
He was thinking about himself.
And for the first time in years…
He could no longer completely believe in the dream that had sustained him.
The idealist who had once believed he could create a world free from the suffering of sorcerers…
Had finally begun to awaken to the possibility that his answer might never have existed.
And once that doubt took root…
It would be very difficult to make it disappear.