"Mika you...You actually....You actually..."
Charlotte stumbled back, clutching the cross to keep herself upright as her entire worldview inverted.
She realised in that moment, Mika wasn't a trapped victim enduring helpless torture.
He was an undercover judge, voluntarily allowing himself to be chained to a stake just to gather evidence on an entire syndicate of high-society demons!
"I don't consider myself a saint." Mika said, his voice matter-of-fact. "I'm not like Fauna. I don't go out of my way to help others. But living with the Battle Angels for so long...some of their sense of justice has rubbed off on me."
"And when I realized I had an opportunity, a perfect opportunity to identify the hidden evil in this world and root it all out...I decided to take it."
He looked down at Marcus, and his expression was merciless.
"So from the eighth day onward, every monster who took their turn with the knives and the flames and the tools—they were all revealing themselves to me."
