He was right, killing him was never 'his' goal.
It was Eula's goal.
What Leon really wanted was something else entirely. Something much insane, something that even Eula herself would stop him from doing if she ever got to know about it.
"...This is insane." Irene muttered.
But she did not stop him. If anything, she knew he would succeed at it.
Though he would end up suffering a great deal while doing so.
Irene looked toward where Leon had been staring this entire time.
Across the curtains, into the banquet hall.
Where fifty seven Ghouls stood, all of them scattered around the room.
Well, at this point, they would not matter to begin with.
"I just want to ask him the reason." Leon muttered.
Irene bit her lower lip.
"You are still on about him?"
"Of course I am. After all, a fragment of his soul was sitting inside me."
"You will die doing it." She added. "Can you not see it? This is exactly what Shin wanted in the first place."
