Jibril had never been one to get sentimental about the law of the jungle or the survival of the fittest.
If the humans of the Black Bullet world were simply wiped out and replaced by the Gastrea, she wouldn't have felt much, only concluding that the humans of this world were too weak.
If the humans of this world used the power of the Cursed Children to fight back, or if they acquired the power of the Gastrea through some other means, she wouldn't have given it a second thought.
The strong hone their claws, the weak sharpen their wits; this is how the real world should be.
But the methods of this world—using cognitive brainwashing to manipulate innocent children, creating a situation where the weak dominate the strong, only to then heap scorn upon them—made her understand for the first time the true meaning of the word 'vile.'
Is a civilization that continues to exist through such ugly means truly worth saving?
Rin Tohsaka: "For once, I actually agree with Jibril."
March 7th: "I get how you feel, but isn't wiping out the whole world a bit much?!"
Although the pink-haired girl was also angered by such despicable behavior, her kind nature prevented her from jumping to such an extreme conclusion.
March 7th: "Even if most people are in the wrong, there are still normal people like Miss Kisara, right?"
It wasn't right to generalize.
Seeing their attitudes, Tendō Kisara blinked.
Tendō Kisara: "I have to remind you, Miss March 7th, you're being far too optimistic about the atmosphere here. In our Tokyo Area, a full sixty percent of the residents would love nothing more than to stab a Cursed Child."
Hearing this, March 7th was taken aback.
March 7th: "Hiss! That many? But... doesn't that mean there are still forty percent good people?"
While sixty percent was astonishing, forty percent was still a significant number, nearly half.
Tendō Kisara: "Of that other forty percent, over thirty-nine percent have actually laid hands on a Cursed Child."
Tendō Kisara: "A quick addendum: that's not even counting minor incidents like beatings and broken bones."
March 7th: "..."
This time, even March 7th was speechless.
Broken bones were considered minor injuries not worth counting? Just how dark were the hearts of the people here that they could torment children who wouldn't fight back?
Tendō Kisara: "Of course, there are a few genuinely good people who take care of those children. They are rare, but compared to me, who remains silent, they are the true conscience."
Tendō Kisara: "However, the vast majority of people, even the few who feel pity for the Cursed Children, don't really see them as fully human."
As she spoke, she thought of her security company's only employee, Satomi Rentarō.
Among the Cursed Children, this employee was the most popular type. He treated them like human beings, even showing them care and giving them gifts. In the eyes of most, he was a kind and good person.
But Tendō Kisara knew that deep down, this employee had never truly seen the Cursed Children as the same as other humans.
He was the type who would play games with the Cursed Children, but if one of them were killed by a normal citizen, he would only mourn it as a tragedy and would never dream of retaliating against the killer on their behalf.
Compared to the vast majority in this world, this guy possessed a protagonist-like charisma.
But to Tendō Kisara, whose heart burned with the desire for revenge and who had a deep understanding of human nature, she felt this employee had a deeply twisted soul, perhaps even more twisted than the ordinary citizens who used aggression to hide their fear.
To be able to accept the Cursed Children as beings you could communicate with, yet unthinkingly believe their lives were worth less than others.
Her greatest enemy had once groomed this employee as his successor.
Although she was loath to admit it, Tendō Kisara sometimes felt he might have been right. This twisted perception, which perfectly aligned with the current political reality, made him a natural-born politician.
March 7th: "...What you're saying is terrifying, Miss Kisara. How have you managed to survive in a world like this?"
Thinking about the environment here, the pink-haired girl couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.
Tendō Kisara: "It's nothing. Their twistedness is only directed at the Gastrea and the Cursed Children. And most importantly, I'm no saint myself."
The long, black-haired girl laughed self-deprecatingly.
Although she disapproved of the public's behavior and had never participated in harming the Cursed Children, and had even helped a few of them, her help was just a drop in the ocean.
After all, her greatest desire was revenge, and she had little energy to spare for anything else. Most of the time, she was just a silent observer.
After saying this, she guessed March 7th wouldn't know how to respond to her lament and quickly added, "So, don't worry about me. If you all decide to destroy the world, just find a peaceful one for me to settle in!"
In a word: bail!
If the world were truly destroyed, her revenge would naturally be complete. There was no need to linger. It was just that this method of revenge offered little satisfaction.
March 7th: "You've thought it all out, huh? But remember to bring along those Cursed Children, and the good people..."
Rin Tohsaka: "You're all getting way ahead of yourselves. Lord Su Mo hasn't given his opinion yet!" the twin-tailed girl interrupted March 7th's rambling.
At that moment, Tendō Kisara, who had been leading the way, suddenly stopped, cutting off their conversation.
"Lord Su Mo, we're here!"
"This is the place where Initiators are chosen. It's also where you'll find the most Cursed Children in the city!"
Hearing this, Su Mo nodded. He lowered his gaze, and through the earth and walls, he saw a small figure in a basement.
He had found the person he was looking for.
"Let's go down. If you're really thinking about destroying the world, you might as well take a look at this child first... the original catalyst for this world's destruction."