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

===Part 6===

The situation took a decisive turn before Shiroyama Kyousuke’s eyes.

They continued fighting over the Petals and building up their Materials, but that would not last forever.

The undeniable result was eventually revealed to them.

Kyousuke had a Divine-class of the middle sound range with a cost of 9. It was the Celtic god of hunting and ruler of the underworld. The fierce male god had a pair of animal horns as a symbol of life.

As for Biondetta…

“I didn’t…reach it?”

She had the King of Serpents with an Indestructible Body which Repeatedly Sheds Its Skin in Front of All Calamity (b f – h a t l – e i – v o – o u – d v – e I – b c – I u – j k v – a – j o k – l v – n i c – a – y x – v j z).

Sound Range: Low. Cost: 38.

But…

“I’m still in the Regulation-class… I didn’t reach the Divine-class…!?”

Biondetta’s looked more powerful based on its physical appearance.

One was muscular, but only a two meter man. The other was a giant red snake that one had to look up at even when it was coiled up.

But that did not matter.

It would all be over with the swing of an arm.

There was an overwhelming power difference between the Regulation-class and the Divine-class.

“How did you end up like this?”

The Celtic god took a step forward.

Shiroyama Kyousuke was already resting his Blood-Sign on his shoulder. He was implicitly saying he no longer needed it.

“It’s true the Fifteen Siblings Project was the worst. Everyone who took part received great talent in exchange for leaving the proper path in some way. But ''you’re'' the only one that turned out like this, ''Cheshire Cat''. …How did you turn into the revenge-obsessed Liar Cat? What did ''you'' see in that Queen’s Miniature Garden?”

“…ause…”

The red snake that formed a great mountain squirmed as if overpowered by that overwhelming presence.

Similarly, the demon named Biondetta took a step back from Kyousuke’s gaze.

“…Because you were the only one…”

She spoke in a daze.

It was unclear if her eyes were viewing at the present or the past.

“We learned of the Queen’s hatred, the Queen’s ferocity, the Queen’s allure, and the Queen’s passion. Our original families betrayed us, sold us, and abandoned us. We had no friends in that cramped miniature garden, all of the adults were cruel, the social structure was shallow, and our sibling bonds were only artificial so we couldn’t even trust in them…”

Her fragmentary words would only make sense to someone who had shared that time with her.

“But you were the only one who received real love. Even if it did come from that hideous and loathsome Queen!!”

“…”

Shiroyama Kyousuke – Alice (with) Rabbit – narrowed his eyes slightly.

Every last person who had taken part…no, been forced to take part in the Fifteen Siblings Project had become a monster. A family is kind, a teacher is right, a friend is fun, and a lover is warm. They received none of those standard feelings. Their initial presets had been wrong, so they could not understand the concept of finding comfort in a family.

How could they have found happiness after being thrown out into the world to do as they pleased? How could they fit in when their “normal” was so very twisted from everyone else’s “normal”?

And why had Kyousuke alone not broken like the rest of them?

This must have been the answer Biondetta had found.

Pandora’s Box had contained all forms of calamity, but hope alone had remained inside it.

Was she saying that Shiroyama Kyousuke alone had received that hope?

That was why she had wanted to take revenge. She had wanted to take revenge, but the Queen’s Miniature Garden had been destroyed, the adults were gone, and the White Queen was too powerful. Had she been going around destroying all of the nearby targets to soothe her heart and that had eventually led her back to Kyousuke?

This battle came down to one thing.

Had they accepted “that” as the one last thread of hope given to them?

Or had they rejected “that” as salt in the wound?

This was the story of two artificial siblings who had made the opposite decision.

And with all that in mind, Shiroyama Kyousuke spoke coldly as if to correct a mistake.

“You’re imagining all that.”

He was answered with a great cry that was too halfhearted to call a roar or a scream.

The demon’s insane fighting spirit had been reignited.

She knew she had no way of winning, but she raised her Blood-Sign regardless.

Shiroyama Kyousuke did not respond in kind.

<How sad,> said Isabelle.

“You can say that again. The fifteen of us all received the Queen’s fear and nothing more. The only difference was how we interpreted it, but how in the world did she mistake that for love?”

<''That is not even a small-sized bit what I meant.''>

Kyousuke briefly had trouble figuring out what Isabelle meant.

At any rate, this was checkmate.

He only had to say one thing to his vessel and partner who had become a horned Celtic god.

“Do it, Isabelle.”

It took one attack.

With a disconcerting sound, the male horned god’s hand tore apart the red snake. Hit by the shock of seeing their god slaughtered before their eyes, the summoner and vessel collapsed to the Stingray’s deck.