When Kazuma left the hall, he felt great.

He finally got to yell out EVERYTHING he had wanted to say for so long.

A tiny bit of himself felt bad but that feeling was gone in less than a few seconds.

Kazuma thought that he could be at peace.

Yet while he was walking towards his mansion, he noticed a certain figure.

…..

HER

….

IT WAS HER

The same girl who rejected his heart back in Japan had apparently been summoned here.

Normally, Kazuma would be angry but sadistic and try to yell at her….. But, at that moment, his brain was covered in pure hatred. All that was on his mind was the desire for revenge. Revenge, revenge, revenge… With his own two hands, Kazuma wanted to take the life of the girl who ruined his.

His eyes, reddened with hatred began to walk towards the girl.

Kazuma thought to himself as he was getting closer, 'Is this the right thing to do? She is a child... Am I going to murder someone? Am I going to murder a girl?' Something inside him kept asking these questions. However, his hatred and anger were stronger... The haze of anger and hatred that covered his mind was dense enough to keep him from thinking clearly.

'She ruined my life... She is evil... She made me become a NEET... She allowed my life to fall apart... She inadvertently caused my death... She caused me to be laughed at when I died... Refuting the nagging questions that kept popping up inside his dazed mind, Kazuma kept walking.

He remembered that day, that moment... He remembered when she rode off with that guy with his bike. He remembered her smile towards him while ignoring Kazuma…. Kazuma wouldn't forgive her... He would not forgive her...

Like a zombie being moved by hatred and anger, Kazuma approached her. The girl was walking to do a quest as she had just accepted one. Now he was only a few feet away from her and, apparently, she hadn't noticed him yet. Impatient with a thirst for revenge, Kazuma lunged at her.

"Kaz-?! Arghhh!" She felt him coming, but couldn't move away in time. Her former boyfriend, the person she had betrayed, now had her by the neck.

She quickly grabbed her pocket knife in her pocket and, without hesitating for a moment, drove it into one of her target's arms. But he, as if he did not feel the pain, continued to press her neck, now with more strength than before. She took it again, pulled it out and stuck it again… But once again it was useless. She was running out of air, her body was losing strength with each passing second.

She tried to pick up the knife again, but her fingers failed and it fell to the ground, sliding out of her reach. Frantic, she cursed her luck and began to use the only thing she had left to defend herself. She dug her nails into her target's arms, tearing off the cloth bandage on his left arm in the process.

Stab wounds, scratches, and other various sorts of scars appeared before her eyes clouded with tears, so she began to stuck her nails into those wounds without hesitation. Like a feline skinning its prey, She dragged her nails through the old and new wounds. Like shreds, the skin on her target's arms was ripped away, leaving the muscle exposed. And yet, the strength applied to her neck only continued to increase.

Kicking and wallowing, She struggled even harder to break free, but it was no use.

The girl, only seconds away from her consciousness vanishing, looked her target directly in the eye and saw hatred such as she had never seen before in her life. However, she could also see fear, a lot of fear... The tears of her killer fell on her face, mixing with the blood that had also fallen on her... 'I'm sorry Mom Dad... I'm sorry Eris... I failed...' With those last thoughts emerging deep in her dying brain, her life was finally taken away by the hands of the one whose heart she had broken all those years ago...

…..

Kazuma could barely see through the tears that were clouding his gaze. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop… A part of him kept begging him to stop. But Kazuma would not listen to it. He was doing nothing wrong, that was the way… Ignoring HER resistance, ignoring the pain he felt in his arms, Kazuma remembered the torture once again. That painful memory was the fuel needed to stoke the hatred and wrath required to accomplish that task.

More strength! Stop! More strength! Stop! Much more strength! Stop now! Much more strength! Stop it! Much more strength! Stop it! Much more strength! Stop it now! More, more, more strength! Stop, stop, stop! Enough! More, more, more strength! Stop it, stop it, stop it now! Kill her! Don't kill her! Kill her! Don't kill her! Kill her! Don't kill her! KILL HER!

Kazuma felt something give against his hands and then everything stopped… Feeling fear running all over his body, Kazuma looked down at his hands. There lay her neck, which was abnormally stretched, and its skin was molded by the marks of his fingers. With blood pouring out of her mouth and her blank eyes bulging out of their sockets, Kazuma realized that he had finally ended the life of the woman, who had broken his heart.

An instant later, without releasing the shattered neck of the girl's corpse, Kazuma threw up on her the little yellowish bile that was the content of his stomach. From his already watery eyes, more tears began to flow. Going into a state of shock, Kazuma stood over the girl's dead body.

After a few seconds, he ran towards his mansion.

He didn't care if people figured out who killed her when they found her body.

'….. Actually fuck that.'

He grabbed her dead body and tried to ignore it as he dragged it towards a nearby river.

After a few minutes he finally got to the river.

He didn't even bother thinking about what he was doing as he immediately threw the dead body in the river as he watched it sink to the bottom where nobody would even think to look.

Kazuma, not turning back to the river, walked to his mansion with a satisfied smile although he was still mentally in pain as he pretended not to notice tears that were once again falling at a faster pace than before.