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"Hmm... Where is the main hall again?"

Kenma looked at the magnificent palace before him, a drop of sweat trickling down his forehead.

He had just acted all cool over at Al's place. If he ran back now to ask for directions, it would be a bit too embarrassing.

This palace really is huge.

Kenma closed his eyes, and spiritual power slowly emanated from his body, blanketing the entire palace.

In his mind, it was as if X-ray vision had been activated, and the entire structure of the palace became clearly visible.

Oh, it's over there. I actually went the wrong way.

Opening his eyes again, Kenma's figure vanished from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the main hall, which was Priscilla's usual spot.

Priscilla was already sitting in her chair, her red eyes staring at the suddenly visiting Kenma as she casually flicked open her folding fan to cover her mouth.

"Natsuki Subaru, I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly. I thought you would go to that fox Anastasia first, or perhaps, go find that ambitious woman Crusch first."

Kenma smiled, but his smile carried a hint of chilliness.

In the very next instant, Priscilla felt a blur before her eyes, and her face was tightly gripped by a hand.

Her pupils abruptly contracted, and her entire body was lifted off the chair by Kenma, suspended mid-air.

She stared fixedly at Kenma, squeezing out a few words incoherently, "What are you do—"

Bang!

Kenma exerted force with his palm, crushing Priscilla's head with a single squeeze.

Looking at the headless corpse collapsed on the ground, with gushing bright red blood flowing across the marble floor, Kenma's gaze showed not a single ripple.

"I'm saying, how much longer are you going to keep up the act? The real Priscilla should already be dead. Am I right, Sin Archbishop of Lust, Capella?"

The moment his voice fell, the headless corpse that had been bleeding started to wriggle, surprisingly standing up.

Immediately after, the clothing on her body began to dissolve, replaced by a light purple, revealing outfit, and the crushed skull also began to regenerate at the fractured neck. But the newly grown skull was not Priscilla's face, but rather a woman with short yellow hair.

Capella stuck out her tongue, licking away the residual blood at the corner of her mouth, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at Kenma with a trace of amusement.

"'I'm saying'... Why do you have the exact same catchphrase as that damned impotent man Regulus? And you even know my identity."

She stepped forward, closing the distance by a fraction, her entire body almost pressing against Kenma's, her eyes playful.

"I'm quite curious, how did you manage to see through it? I clearly went out of my way to study Priscilla. Shouldn't I have avoided being discovered?"

Kenma's expression remained unchanged, his right hand moving.

His hand-blade tore through the air, smashing down from above, driving Capella's skull into her chest and shattering her ribs along with it.

"What are you doing? Attacking so suddenly, do you dislike people getting close to you that much? Or are you also an impotent man who stays away from women?"

A muffled voice resounded from within her chest, and like a rubber person, Capella's skull that had been smashed in bounced right back out.

Facing Capella's interrogation, Kenma spoke calmly, "No, it's mainly because there's a stench coming from you. You being too close to me makes me want to vomit a little."

"As for why I was able to see through your identity, I have to complain about this too. You really are a talent. Even though you cleaned up all the corpses, the smell of blood didn't disperse."

"Do you know that the moment I walked into the main hall, I was almost blown away by that stench of blood? Doing such an unprofessional job yourself, and yet you're questioning me."

From the very moment he scanned the entire palace with his spiritual power just now, Kenma had already sensed something was amiss.

When he truly arrived at the main hall, he realized that there was an extremely faint smell of blood here.

Without a doubt, Priscilla had definitely met with misfortune.

With that, Kenma kicked out. Capella's figure flew backward, slamming into the heavily decorated wall behind her, blood spraying from her nose and mouth.

She quickly dug herself out of the wall as if nothing had happened, though several veins popped out on her forehead.

"You guy... If you have something to say, just say it! Why resort to violence! You're truly scum!"

As her voice fell, Capella's two palms rapidly twisted and deformed, sharp dragon claws replacing both arms, and even her legs transformed into the shape of dragon claws.

With a single step forward, the ground beneath her feet exploded with cracks resembling a spiderweb, and her entire figure rushed forward at high speed, a claw assaulting Kenma's face.

"Watch me tear your mouth apart!"

Facing this strike, Kenma stood in place without moving an inch.

The next second, Capella's entire body froze in place.

Kenma extended both hands, tightly pinching those dragon claws right before his eyes. No matter how much force Capella exerted, she couldn't advance even a fraction of an inch.

She clenched her teeth tightly, using all her strength trying to push her dragon claws forward.

However, Kenma's hands assumed a fist-gripping posture, and that terrifying grip strength crushed Capella's arms, scattering blood and bone fragments all over the floor.

He flicked his hands, shaking off the sticky blood on them, his pupils flashing with a scarlet light as his gaze toward Capella was like looking at an ant.

"Priscilla is not weak, and she is further buffed by the Yang Sword. For you to kill her so easily, you must have used some special methods."

"Speak it out, let me have a laugh too?"