Editing The Unexplored Summon Blood Sign:Volume3 Chapter4 (section)

===Part 4===

In that instant, Murasame Kuina felt an explosion of the intense pain that she had been programmed to “forget”.

The red threads and hands that were only visible to the attacker and victim – the controller and the controlled – tore into her arms, legs, and torso like bear traps. Her body accurately followed a programmed flowchart and tree-style command list.

As her body moved, she vaguely looked out at the world.

What had she been doing all this time?

She may have been commanded not to question it. Even so, why had she never questioned it even once?

Over the course of a lifetime, one might hate someone enough to kill them.

But why had that led her to ''actually'' kill them?

Why had she been so willing to use the Girl’s Backdoor that any teenage girl should have loathed?

Yes.

It was almost like she had not been moving her own body. Hadn’t it been more like someone else had grabbed her arms and legs and moved them to fulfill that desire?

And it had led here.

To Isabelle…no, to Kawamo Sayuri.

This revenge had been for her. It was a way of getting back at the people who had hurt her. So why did Kuina have to confront her like this?

(My…revenge?)

She was only able to think for herself now because Biondetta had made sure she could.

The equation had been thoroughly rearranged to show her this despair.

(Taking my own desire beyond what I had imagined…leads to killing Sayuri?)

She wanted to shake her head, but she could not.

She had never said that, but Biondetta’s actions were being made into the girl’s intentions. All of the limits they had crossed so far were being blamed on Kuina as necessary sacrifices.

Meanwhile, the summoner trapped in the Artificial Sacred Ground and the blonde girl next to him said something else.

“To hell with that.”

“Yes, I know that this Murasame Kuina person doesn’t want this! Not even a small-sized bit!!”

Those words shattered the waitress demon’s whispers.

Her friend, someone she had supposedly been separated from on ideological grounds, had more to say.

“So help my friend! Save her from that demon!!”

“My answer is of course, as you wish. I’m sick of Biondetta’s little play.”

The battle was beginning.

Murasame Kuina could do nothing because she was still being controlled. She could only draw out all of her awful strength as that smiling demon commanded.

But even if she was forbidden to move a single eye, that girl’s soul was surely crying.