“…Mother… This is how…badly you want it…?”

The blade had thrust deeply into her chest. But the tip of the sword, which should have passed right through her, did not appear on the other side. It had used Yuuma’s body as a teleportation gate to transfer the sword somewhere else.

A broken, rusted voice came from the faceless blue knight.

“Long have I awaited this moment…the moment when even one as sly and capricious as you let down your guard.”

It was the voice of a woman, with the tone of an adult wicked witch.

Natsuki suddenly let out a scorn-filled murmur.

“A booby trap… To think you would use your own daughter as a decoy… Inhuman.”

When he scented blood wafting up with her breath, Kojou’s face froze over as he looked back.

A malevolent, raw mass of steel was protruding from the beautiful lace adorning Natsuki’s chest.

It was the tip of the blue knight’s giant sword—

“Ms. Minamiya!”

“Natsuki?!”

Yukina and Kojou could do nothing but gape at the all-too-twisted sight.

As Kojou lost himself to shock, Natsuki glared at him in mild anger and made a weak laugh.

“Fool… Don’t…call your homeroom teacher by her…given name…”

The small, doll-like body of his homeroom teacher slowly collapsed onto the floor.

He continued to hear the never-ending, ghoulish laughter of the faceless blue knight.

He picked up the all-too-light body of his homeroom teacher… Kojou could only shout until his voice grew hoarse.

“Uooooooooooooo—!”

The roar of the Fourth Primogenitor echoed within the crumbling, dimly lit cathedral—