"The first on the leaderboard should be the one spreading the plague. Grand methods, infecting everyone with this terrifying plague, then letting them die in torment."
A woman in a black dress with lace and white silk gloves held a dark blue thorny flower in her left hand, stained with fresh blood.
She stood barefoot among the thorns.
Her fair and tender skin was marked with visible cuts by the sharp thorns, oozing bright red blood.
This process continued; the blood flowed endlessly like a spring.
Her body trembled, cheeks flushing, her eyes gazing dreamily at the monk not far away, she murmured softly:
"Do you know how he did it? Making everyone infected with the plague, including you and me~"
On the other side, amidst the pervasive Buddha light, the Buddha Son stood on the edge of the thorny bushes, also not ready to act, and said calmly:
"I thought it was you. Now it seems it's not. You've also caught the plague. It's not pleasant, is it?"
