Chapter 490 - Forgot My Keys (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Actually, as an ordinary large-scale organization, the Collection of Gods were reasonably powerful, with a total of over 10,000 members, diverse time-honored inherited trades, high average capabilities and strong cohesiveness.

This made the Collection of Gods one of the strongest Practitioner organizations in the world.

Yet, they loved to pitch themselves against the Heavenly Network, whose sheer number of members was already distressing enough…

The Collection of Gods was notorious for their craziness precisely because of their unusual logic. The mainstream policy towards the Heavenly Network was to avoid head-on confrontations at all costs, while the Collection of Gods coveted their vast lands and huge population…

Sakurai fixed Kitamura with a cold stare. She knew that she could never evade their attention even without her Conservatives identity.

However, despite her discontent with her teacher, Sakurai was a woman of principles. At the very least, she was not a traitor.

“I think you might have some misunderstandings,” Sakurai said calmly.

Kitamura asked curiously, “I beg your pardon?”

“I will not like you, because you are not good enough,” Sakurai replied, smiling. Thinking back, the feeling of peace she had in her time with Kiriharakun was so precious, for at least it was way better than the disgust clogged up in her throat now.

“Then, is Kirihara Yousuke considered good enough? I’m capable of killing him,” Kitamura said.

His words gave Sakurai’s heart a prick, but she remained quiet.

Kitamura laughed. “Are you serious? You are in love with him? I wonder what Oda Tokuma may think if he knows it. Given the imprudence of your party, I doubt how the Collection of Gods would establish itself as the leading organization in the world under the leadership of the Conservatives.”

“But I know, under your leadership, the Collection of Gods will be doomed,” Sakurai said softly.

In fact, the main discord between the Conservative and the Jingoists was peace or war. The Conservatives were not necessarily peace-lovers, nor did they consist purely of calm minds. Rather, they believed that an accumulation of strength would promise better results than inflicting violence upon others.

It was only a matter of different political stands, not a rivalry between justice and evil.

Therefore, Nie Ting had never given Lu Shu any nonsensical orders such as to assist the Conservatives. In overseas battles, casualties were inevitable among Practitioners. There was no need for guilt.

Kitamura’s smile faded. “Three days. This is my promise.”

As though she suddenly thought of something, Sakurai’s lips suddenly curled into a smile. In the quiet alleyway, the girl in a sakura kimono was as beautiful as a goddess, and her smile could cost the city. She said, “Tomorrow night, no one will be at my house.”

Although Kitamura could not understand what she found so funny, the information was good news to him. However, he had to bring more people in case it was a trap.

Thinking of that, Kitamura joked with the slight hint of a threat, “Since you said no one, there’d better be no one at all. Else, I may go on a killing spree.”

“Please rest assured. There will be no one at home.” With that, Sakurai left at once, as though totally unconcerned about Kitamura’s attitude.