194 Sounds Like Another Purge Is In Order (1/2)

(Manami POV)

I dragged the half dead piece of trash behind me to the second floor of the inn, stopping at one of the doors.

”Ufufufu~ Is it this one?”

The trash glared at me, opting to spit on the floor instead.

”Ara, ara? It seems like you haven't had enough yet?”

Kiyomi tilted her head at me, ”Dear sister… Is that really necessary?

I gave her an innocent smile, ”Oh, my dear sweet little Kiyomi, whatever do you mean?”

”I meant leaving something like him alive. If we wanted an incentive to get that trash to talk, the threat of torture would be enough.”

”Ufufufu~ My darling little Kiyomi~ You are still new to this, let your big sister take care of it ok?”

She sighed but did not rebut my comments.

I nodded to the currently headless body she was dragging behind her, ”Mmhmm, just remember what to do with that ok?”

”Yes, dear sister…”

I returned my attention to the piece of trash that was in my hands, ”So, that little guy named Finch is here, right?”

The little trash just glared at me again. Not like he can do much when all his limbs are severed and his tongue had already been cut off.

A little annoyed at his non-compliance, I let one of my tails stab him in his eye, muffling his scream by strangling him with another tail.

I let my tail twist within his eye socket for a few more times before releasing him.

I smiled at him, ”Now do you feel like being a bit more cooperative?”

He groaned and made no other movements.

Satisfied, I proceeded to kick down the door, holding the trash in front of me.

I didn't actually needed him to confirm if the room was the correct one since we already knew it was. I only wanted to see if he was a little bit more cooperative to decide if I would allow his suffering to end earlier or not.

Since we already did a check around the inn earlier, we noted that there were a lack of windows at the rooms' side of the building, so we didn't need to worry about him sneaking off while we came in from the front.

Once the door was broken in I felt the dull thud of something hitting against the body that I had been using as a shield.

I tossed the still groaning trash forward, using it as an improvised projectile to knock over the guy inside the room, his crossbow clattering to the ground noisily.

I flicked my tail to block the throwing knife he tossed at me, deflecting it back to stab into his shoulder.

Who I assume to be Finch barely reacted to his injury as he tossed the body aside, his hand reaching up to point his palm at me.

There was a soft 'zwip' as some kind of miniature crossbow popped out from under his wrist, shooting an even smaller needle at me.

I caught the needle in between my fingers, careful to only touch the non-poisoned end before flinging it to the side.

Taking advantage of the time I was throwing the needle away, he had already leapt up to his feet to throw a black coloured ball at the ground.

The ball exploded into a cloud of smoke, hiding him from our view.

Unfortunately for him, I could sense the heat of his body running towards the side of the room very clearly.

Just as he was stepping into the wardrobe, my tail had snagged him up from the ankle, lifting him up to throw him back into the middle of the room.

I swept my arm in an arc, dispersing the smoke cloud away through the door behind me.