Editing The Unexplored Summon Blood Sign:Volume5 Chapter4 (section)

===Part 2===

A woman with a long ponytail wore a lab coat over her dark blue tight suit.

Shigara Masami faced a monster in the pile of rubble that had no more walls or Great Ceiling.

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The “White” Queen who Wields the Sword of Unsullied Truth (iu – nu – fb – a – wuh – ei –kx – eu – pl – vjz).

An incarnation of benevolence, a symbol of sanctity, and a personification of radiance.

She knew the identity and true nature of what she faced, but the charisma was so overwhelming that she might have thrown out every last assumption and bowed down on the spot if she let her guard down even slightly.

“…Oh? You aren’t going to run for your pathetic little life?”

“And have you finally decided to speak with people other than Kyousuke-kun?”

The White Queen purely tilted her head at that question.

Had killing so many of her own caused some kind of change?

“You were always a being that would harm mankind. No matter how you might feel, that will never change. You might not mean any harm. There is nothing at fault in a perfect being like you and the creatures we call humans might just be too weak in comparison. But no matter how misguided it might be, you will bring us harm and not benefit.”

Shigara Masami did not care and spoke as if singing to herself.

She did not give in and took a step forward.

“When I hoped to save you or that someone would save you, I had given up somewhere in my heart. I was free to dream because I never thought any of it was realistic. That was all I thought it was.”

She stepped toward the White Queen.

Toward that peak of the peak.

“And that’s why I was dazzled when I saw Kyousuke-kun. I started thinking ‘what if’ or ‘could it be’. That dream was so heavy I gave up on it, but I tried to force it onto those small shoulders.”

She spoke to her.

She blocked her way.

“Queen, let’s end this. The dream I held in Kyousuke-kun and the hope you held in him will bring him far too much suffering. It may have been of a different type, but both of us forced our mistakes onto him, so at least allow me to clean up after myself.”

Shigara Masami reached a slender hand back and stuck it into her large ponytail. And then she pulled something out.

It was a small glass bottle that sealed a bright blue sticky fluid inside.

She threw it to her feet where it shattered and the slime surrounded Shigara Masami. Its rotation picked up speed until it sharpened into something like an upside-down tornado. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a single long stick.

It was a Blood-Sign.

The White Queen did not laugh when she saw it.

“Are you trying to come between my brother and me with that?”

“I am Freedom Award 3000, World Complete.”

Shigara Masami’s eyes silently narrowed.

She released into the world a name entirely different from the kind and harmless one of Government’s Madam Professor.

“Government, Illegal, and Freedom. While passing between all three major powers, I ''ended up completing every last one of'' the 1000 tasks they each gave me. At the very least, I should hold your interest more than bullying some fleeing children.”

Shiroyama Kyousuke had been mistaken.

The truly powerful was not Humanism, Open Bluff, and Perfect Equilibrium who reigned on the underside of the world. The underside of the underside was the topside. A single woman had reached greater heights than anyone, but she remained alongside her fellow man more than anyone while adding a hint of humanity into the purely coldhearted systems she so hated.

She had once said that the Miniature Garden was headed in a wicked direction, but that resolving it by force would break the container and allow the wickedness to spill out. That also meant that she alone could have destroyed that container and brought ruin to the entire Miniature Garden, including the 15 geniuses.

She heard a quiet animal cry.

Was it a squirrel or a ferret? The small animal poked its head out from the neck of her lab coat. That was the animal vessel she was contracted with. This was an extension of the idea that deer or bears could be made divine and used as messengers of a god. And its front paws held an Incense Grenade like it was a walnut.

She was the strongest of the human side.

So even if she had her pride, she also understood.

(I know I can’t win…)

“Now, it’s time for a battle between two who have mastered their fields, Your Majesty.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

But the White Queen wagged her index finger.

She went out of her way to interact with this puny human. She showed her respect for this summoner who had desperately gathered so many Awards, but she also immediately corrected the woman.

“You still don’t have ‘Loved by the White’ or ‘White Slayer’.”

A hopeless tremor further destroyed the Queen’s Miniature Garden.