Epilogue 2

Right before Elisabeth and Alice’s blows met

someone reached out and caught them.

The ensuing gale force sent the person’s tattered cloak flapping about. Their hood hung low, obscuring their face, but whoever they were, they had just caught the blades without so much as breaking a sweat.

Elisabeth frowned.

She could tell—if the person hadn’t stepped in, she was the one whose chest would have been gouged out. She looked at the newcomer holding the blades. They really did resemble the Butcher…except for their hands.

Their hands were human.

This time, she had no choice but to admit it.

A hot tear

casually rolled down the Torture Princess’s cheek.

And with a thousand different emotions swelling up inside her, Elisabeth Le Fanu spoke.

“Kaito, is that you?”