"Fufun, it seems you've learned my power. A wonderful magic, isn't it?"
Aria's lips lifted faintly.
That smile was like the composed grin a hunter showed after cornering prey.
Glossy, yet cold enough to make one shudder.
"No, it's a magic of the worst taste. The caster's humanity comes out."
"…You do say things. Even though it's the proof that I've worked hard at 'condemnation execution.'"
The swords floating there.
Named swords, nameless swords, old swords, brand-new swords.
They differed in shape, history, and owners, but they had one thing in common.
All of them were weapons confiscated from sinners Aria had "condemnation executed." Every time she judged evil, her magic had absorbed those weapons and turned them into power.
"Well, fine. I'll add your sword to the collection too. Submit quietly to 'condemnation execution.'"
Aria's tone already had no mercy.
Like an official announcing a prescribed procedure, she pronounced it solemnly and coldly.
"Do it if you can!"
