Editing City Series:Volume2 Chapter 7 (section)

===Part 3===

Ralf stopped trying to kill the girl and entered the restaurant.

“You weren’t dead? But I shot four times in the limbs and cleanly blew off your head.”

“The world is a tricky place.”

The Inspector was elegantly drinking wine at a table and chair that had escaped destruction. He drank the wine from a water glass he must have found on the floor.

“Yes, Savoy’s Simpson’s really is the best. This is French, isn’t it?”

The bottle had lost its top half, but he picked it up and tried to read the label as he took another sip from the glass.

Ralf silently approached and aimed his gun at the man from a few steps away.

“I will make sure to kill you this time. …I won’t spare you even if you beg.”

“No, probably not. You really seem to hate monsters.”

Ralf smiled.

“What’s wrong with hunting monsters? It’s a natural punishment. Anything dangerous to mankind must be destroyed.”

“Some probably do say that.”

The Inspector nodded, placed the glass on the table, elegantly crossed his legs, and looked over at Ralf.

“But have you ever felt you were being hunted?”

Ralf’s answer was incredibly easy to understand.

He fired.

The shock of the blast shook the glass and smoke rose from the gun.

However, one thing did not change.

The Inspector remained sitting in the chair. He had not moved in the slightest.

“!”

Ralf quickly loaded the next round and the Inspector gave a quiet announcement.

“You have devoted yourself too much to hatred, sorrowful human. Will you repent?”

Those words stopped Ralf just before he fired again. This gunman had never hesitated in his hunt, so it meant a lot for him to pause.

But he did continue aiming at the Inspector.

“You’re asking ''me'' to repent?”

“Yes.”

Hearing the Inspector’s low and powerful affirmation, Ralf asked something else.

“And who is going forgive me if I do that?”

The answer was brief.

“God.”

Another gunshot rang out.

But still nothing changed.

The Inspector remained in the chair. There was no sign of the bullet having hit his body or clothes.

Ralf knew of a being that could do that. Any holy man would know of that being that was referred to with a simple name.

…''I see!

He rejected the word that nearly appeared in his heart. He fully rejected it. Allowing it would make everything he had done meaningless.

He fully Closed his thoughts and held a weapon in each hand. He made the rifle in his right hand vanish and held the submachine gun. He held the shotgun in his left hand.

He then looked to the Inspector and spoke with a slight smile.

“I won’t rely on god.”

“Why not?”

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“I will determine my own destiny. Even if it ends in failure.”

He turned the two firearms toward the Inspector.

“I couldn’t save the villagers in the past, but they didn’t just let themselves die. They picked up weapons and fought.”

He took a breath.

“I want you to know that so something like that will never happen again!”

Hearing those words, the Inspector stood. He took a step and removed his coat as if swinging it around.

This revealed the back of his suit which slowly swelled out. It continued to swell like something was growing underneath and then it burst.

Ralf looked to the man’s back and saw large white wings that far outshined those of an angel.

“I knew it!”

Ralf cried out and pulled both triggers.