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"Fuck!"
A small table was catapulted across the room; it hit the adjacent wall, one of its cherry wooden legs breaking off on impact. The pieces scattered amongst the dress shoes of the stoic men.
"—this isn't how it's supposed to be going. He is not supposed to have her!"
Dozens of men stood, spread out from one another in a small room, listening to their boss bicker in the dark. Even though they wore expensive suits, their many weapons and tools were hidden away, their cursed techniques unknown to the average sorcerer.
"...Master Geto specifically told me after her contact with Satoru to bring her to him. But that stupid bitch slipped up and got me distracted—"
Seijun crossed her arms, with the shift of her hips, she scorned at the individual. "—That bitch, is standing right here, Violet."
With a black nightgown cinched at the waist, and her deep pink hair pinned up with a pearl hair clip, Seijun dressed for the occasion, but was highly disappointed.
She glanced over at her wrist watch which read : 4:25 am, with that a heavy sigh fluttering from her stained blackened lips.
Why had Master Geto forced her to come to this subunit gathering?
When would she get in on the fun of the battles outside—many sorcerers were out there killing one another to make sure others would not successfully kidnap (Y/n) before they could.
All she wanted to do is waltz into that apartment building her and Geto had visited and yank (Y/n) and Gojo out of there, but it would lead the others to find her place too.
On the contrary, it was the perfect opportunity for sorcerer extermination, and Seijun was itching with irritable anticipation to use the new weapon Geto had gotten for her—a golden polearm imbued a dead sorcerer's curse energy.
Violet glared at Seijun with disgust, her brown eyes melting into upturned slits.
"I knew you were the one lurking about the vacation house. Was it to keep an eye on me, or to take her for yourself?"
Seijun put her hand up to halt her back talk, Violet's sharp words cutting the back of her throat.
"—that's not the point." The warm light of the eerie lanterns above glowed onto her pale skin, "You slipped up. You were supposed to give (Y/n) to master Geto, but you were too afraid Satoru would suspect you, so you gave in.
Now she's been gone for too long, and the school's finally carrying out her death sentence by having her captured through an all-sorcerer bounty hunt through all prefectures. It could've all been over night, but you didn't listen. This is your fault."
Violet had always hated the little bastard she called her sister. Her father frowned upon her lack of cursed energy, and for that she was always deemed as the useless child.
