Rumble! "A Super Danger Class among Super Danger Class! A monster whose single roar can change the terrain! Can that Imperial Arm control something like this?"
The three God's Grace, who narrowly dodged the attack range, were drenched in sweat.
Although their Divine Blessing was not weak, their mere Level 2 was far from being a match for a Super Danger Class.
"What should we do?"
The three looked at the girl standing on Destaghoul's shoulder, cold sweat trickling down.
"No wonder she has such thick sin on her; it probably came from this."
"We're not her opponents. What do we do? Let her leave?"
"This place isn't far from the Imperial Capital. Such a big commotion must have been noticed. Stronger people will definitely come."
"So, let's retreat first!"
The three God's Grace vanished in an instant. If they couldn't win, there was no point in fighting; that wasn't heroism, but foolishness.
"They left—*cough cough cough cough*!" Kurome watched the three leaving, clutching her chest and coughing, red traces appearing at the corners of her mouth.
Using an Imperial Arm places a heavy burden on the body. Her current body would be completely ruined after only a few more uses of the Imperial Arm. "Before I die, I must find my older sister—and bring things to an end with her! At least… die by her hand."
Just as Kurome was about to recall Destaghoul, she heard something and instantly turned around, completely stunned.
A familiar figure appeared not far behind her. The other person was also stunned upon seeing her.
Kurome recovered and smiled: "Sister."
Akame rushed over without thinking, instantly leaping onto Destaghoul's shoulder and coming before Kurome: "Kurome."
Kurome pulled out a bag of candies from her pocket, which also contained a few eaten wrappers, and said with a smile:
"Want some?"
"Mm." Akame didn't suspect anything and directly took the candy her younger sister offered.
"Sister, you joined that Religious State, didn't you? You have a similar feeling to them," Kurome said. "You betrayed the Empire, and then you betrayed the Revolutionary Army again."
"Mm, I was with Night Raid before, and now I'm with the Religious State." Akame nodded.
Kurome stared at her older sister intently: "Sister, you were drawn here by Destaghoul's roar, weren't you? Just like those people before, you're here to kill me, right?"
Akame's body stiffened. At this moment, in her eyes, her younger sister carried a vast amount of sin, more than most villains.
This was because, from a young age, she and her younger sister were trained by the Empire's assassination organization, specifically to assassinate those the Empire wanted dead.
Most of the people the Empire wanted to kill were good people.
Akame looked at her younger sister, who was gradually smiling, and the Murasame in her hand remained unlifted.
This was the second time she didn't know what to do.
The first time was when she realized she had killed many good people, falling into confusion and pain, eventually fleeing the Empire like a madwoman.
"Why, why did my sister and I become mortal enemies?" Kurome looked at her older sister, who remained silent, and spoke the words she had always wanted to say.
"No matter how difficult it was before, we always got through it together."
"I was happy as long as I was with my sister."
"But from that day three years ago, you changed, Sister. You betrayed everyone, and you insisted on betraying us."
"Why? I've advised you many times, but you still betrayed us! You still abandoned me!"
The more Kurome spoke, the more agitated she became, almost to the point of hysteria.
The Night Raid members, who had arrived earlier, did not step forward. They stood behind a large tree, arms crossed, their expressions somewhat somber.
They weren't very clear about Akame's detailed history in the Empire, and Akame had never mentioned having a younger sister to them.
The story of two sisters turning against each other, eventually forced to cross swords, is the cruelest thing no matter where it happens.
According to God's standards, the sin on Kurome's body should definitely be killed.
However—to kill Akame's younger sister—even though they had killed many villains, killing a comrade's kin, perhaps even their only kin, they could not calm themselves down.
Listening to Kurome's words, Akame also grew angry, clenching her fists tightly: "I clearly wanted to take you, Kurome, with me! Why didn't you listen to me?"
Kurome's expression darkened: "Why? Do you only have yourself in your heart, Sister? Have you forgotten our fallen comrades? How could we abandon them and leave!"
At this point, her expression somewhat crumbled: "There's no point in talking more, Sister—you're here to kill me anyway, so now, only one of us can live!"
Akame fell silent, but she still didn't raise Murasame.
Kurome smiled: "You don't want to kill me? As expected, Sister is still the same Sister as before. I love you the most, Sister."
"However, I won't hold back."
After speaking, Kurome rushed towards Akame, gripping her Imperial Arm with both hands.
Her speed was incredibly fast, and she was proficient in various assassination techniques. Her blades aimed directly at Akame's vital points, with no reservations, clearly intending to kill Akame.
Akame silently dodged every one of Kurome's attacks.
"Fight back! You've really become soft, Sister! The old you would definitely draw your sword and fight me to the death!" Kurome said angrily, seeing that her older sister was only dodging.
Akame raised her hand and made a direct slashing motion. A crisp sound of blades clashing rang out. Kurome felt her arms go completely numb, her Imperial Arm slipped from her grasp, and her entire body flew backward.
How could this be—
Kurome's pupils contracted slightly, her mind had stopped functioning.
How could this be? She couldn't see her sister's attack, and the power was completely overwhelming. Had her sister become so strong after betraying her?
Her vision instantly receded, and a sharp pain stimulated her nerves from her back.
Kurome crashed into a boulder that had been unearthed by Destaghoul's roar. A mouthful of blood spewed from her mouth, and her vision blurred.
Finally, she only saw her older sister rushing towards her, gripping Murasame with both hands.
The tip of the blade continuously grew larger in her eyes.
"Mm—this—is not bad either. Goodbye, Sister."
Akame, holding Murasame with both hands, thrust towards Kurome's forehead, but at the last moment, she shifted direction and stabbed near Kurome's ear, the blade only a millimeter from her skin.
"Huff, huff, huff—" Akame gasped for air, her body seemingly weakened as she knelt down, embracing the unconscious Kurome. A sound like desperate weeping escaped Akame's mouth.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah—"
"Akame—"
The Night Raid members came out and looked at Akame, who was holding her younger sister and screaming. They also felt unwell.
"Leone." Akame looked over with a pleading expression.
Leone bit her lip. This was the first time she had seen Akame with such an expression. In her impression, Akame was completely a blank slate, and stubborn.
"Akame—"
"To be honest, I don't know what to do either." Leone looked up at the sky.
"I don't want Kurome to die." Akame said stubbornly.
Mine turned her head away, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly. Her only kin, yet burdened with such immense sin. God could absolutely not tolerate evil existing in the world.
Is this fate?