Reaching out to touch his chest and feeling the strong beating of his heart within, Kenma smiled.
He had not experienced what it felt like to have his heart squeezed yet, so he would give it a try today.
Kenma kicked out, and the heavy doors were once again kicked open by that formidable strength, producing a thunderous roar.
The gazes of everyone in the meeting room turned over, whether they were the well-equipped knights or the solemn elders of the Council of Wise Men seated on the high platform.
The knights were confused.
Who is this?
So arrogant!
An assassin?!
The elders of the Council of Wise Men, who knew the inside story and had even seen the portrait of Kenma, looked at each other with rather peculiar expressions.
This Natsuki Subaru seems a bit wild.
It was the same routine as the previous loop.
The white-bearded old man at the head tapped his golden sceptre, and the crisp collision sound echoed through the spacious meeting room.
“You must be the fifth royal selection candidate…” “Okay!
Brothers, listen to me!
Look at me!
All eyes on me!” Kenma suddenly shouted, interrupting the words of the white-bearded old man, leaving the face of the old man turning red.
How could this fellow be so vulgar!
Has he not learned any etiquette at all!
Faced with the simultaneous gaze of everyone present, there was not a trace of stage fright on Kenma’s face.
He cleared his throat, as if he were about to reveal some major secret.
Immediately afterward, his voice echoed throughout the meeting room.
“Brothers, listen to me!
I can Return by Dea…” The world suddenly grew silent.
Kenma stood stiffly in place, as if forcefully bound by a power of ultimate magnitude, unable to move a single fraction of an inch.
Thick black fog began to shroud the surroundings, rolling wantonly like a living creature.
Wherever his field of vision reached, it plunged into boundless darkness and dead silence.
The next moment, an extremely faint sound of footsteps rang out behind his head.
Kenma knew who had come, but his body was unable to move even a fraction of an inch, as if forcefully suppressed in place by a gravity a thousand times stronger.
From his perspective, countless hands intertwined and wrapped around him, binding him firmly in place.
Are these the Unseen Hands?
Seeing this is almost triggering my trypophobia.
The dense mass of hands overlapped, as if the owner of these Unseen Hands knew of the physical prowess of Kenma and therefore exerted all their strength.
Kenma listened carefully to the footsteps behind him, which became completely quiet the next moment.
No more movement?
Swoosh!
A hand, thicker than the other Unseen Hands, drifted out from the black fog and pierced into his chest.
Kenma’s expression stiffened.
He could feel that a slippery palm seemed to be caressing his heart from 360 degrees without any blind spots.
Such a disgusting touch!
In the very next second, the hand caressing his heart suddenly tightened, and an intense sense of suffocation and pain struck his heart.
The black fog suddenly dispersed, and Kenma’s tightly suppressed body finally recovered its mobility, a drop of sweat seeping from his forehead.
He knew that this was the Witch of Envy, Satella, acting behind the scenes, specifically to prevent him from telling others the secret of Return by Death.
For an ordinary person, perhaps due to the pain of having their heart squeezed and the fear of being forever watched, they would no longer dare to publicize their own secret.
But in Kenma view, it still boiled down to a cliché.
Those are all the mentalities of trash and the weak!
Kenma’s expression remained completely unchanged as he continued to speak the words that had just been forcibly interrupted by the Witch of Envy.
“Everyone, I can Return by Death!
This is my authori…” His voice froze once again.
The black fog rolled across the world, sweeping in from every inch of the corner, and instantly occupied the entirety of his vision.
This time, Kenma was not bound.
Not a single hand blocked his figure and he clearly saw a method different from squeezing the heart.
Above the sky full of black fog, hundreds and thousands of Unseen Hands transformed into a surging wave rushing straight down, densely intertwining across the sky.
Immediately afterward, on the body of every single person present, at least five or more Unseen Hands were inserted.
Kenma quietly watched the scene before him, as his ears seemed to hear a slight puff of blowing air, along with that vague, almost inaudible outpouring of affection.
“I love you.” “I love you.” “I love you.” The black fog before his eyes gradually dispersed, and a woman with silver hair scattered around her shoulders, her face shrouded by black fog and a veil, appeared.
“I love you.” The woman kept repeating the same phrase like an emotionless robot, while approaching him step by step.
Kenma looked at the Witch of Envy who had appeared before him with keen interest.
He curiously said, “Nice to meet you, Witch of Envy, Satella.
Although it is a bit presumptuous to ask this in our first encounter, do you only know how to say this one phrase?” Satella did not answer the question nor did she even make a movement to raise her head.
Only that increasingly grandiose voice echoed throughout the black space.
“I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you…” “Alright!
Stop chanting, my ears are almost getting calloused from listening.
Can you say something other than this one sentence?
If you do not say anything, I will commit suicide right now.” Hearing his words, Satella finally stopped the operation of repeating the single sentence and raised her head.
Kenma clearly saw that within that hazy black fog and veil, a pair of purple eyes flickered with tears, appearing and disappearing vaguely.
Satella spoke words other than “I love you” for the first time.
“Love yourself.
Why will you not cherish your own life?
Life is important, and your life is even more important, incomparably important.
Please cherish life, cherish every single life, I love you.” Satella transformed into wisps of drifting black fog, dissipating along with the surrounding black fog.
The world before his eyes changed back into the spacious meeting room hall once again, but the knights and elders who had originally stood in place had long since had their hearts crushed, collapsing in place as stiff corpses.