Looking at the girl, who was trembling all over, her face covered in tears and agony.
Especially that iconic black sailor uniform and the demonic blade lying nearby.
Heimer's brow quirked slightly.
"It seems."
"I've arrived at just the right time."
Miserable.
Truly miserable.
Heimer leaned down slightly, his gaze landing on Tendou Kisara, who was curled up on the ground looking exceptionally wretched.
She was wrapped in a black sailor uniform, the high-quality fabric texture of which was no longer discernible.
The ribbon on her chest, which should have been a vibrant crimson, was now covered in dust, grey and dingy, hanging crookedly just like its owner, looking completely devoid of any spirit.
And that's not even mentioning her face.
Her jet-black hair was plastered messily against her cheeks, strands covering her eyes and turning what should have been a delicate little face into a complete mess.
Her cheeks were covered in tear tracks.
Some had dried, others were still wet, washing gullies through the dust on her face.
Where was there any trace of the dignity of the Tendou Family's eldest miss?
She looked exactly like a stray dog abandoned by its owner on the side of the road, having been rained on all night and kicked hard.
Heimer didn't rush to look away; instead, he let his gaze linger.
Tendou Kisara's consciousness seemed to have already dissipated.
Her pupils had lost their focus, appearing cloudy and grey.
Her breathing was as faint as a dying kitten's, gasping for every breath.
However.
Heimer's dark eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed a detail.
Even though Tendou Kisara's body had completely collapsed into this state, and she didn't even have the strength to scream.
Her teeth were still clenched tightly.
Even in her unconscious state, that fierce tenacity seeping from her very bones—the desire to tear someone apart—had not dissipated in the slightest.
This was rather interesting.
Her body was clearly as fragile as paper, where losing a single part could cost her half her life.
Yet she still possessed this fierce tenacity.
A madness that would rather burn herself to ash just to drag her enemy down to hell with her.
"Truly a quite remarkable quality."
Heimer murmured softly.
He intended to briefly treat the condition of Tendou Kisara's body.
However.
Heimer did not choose to completely restore Tendou Kisara's already necrotic kidney.
It wasn't that he couldn't.
For a god, as long as his divinity was not sealed, even reshaping a human soul's physical body was no difficult task.
Let alone a mere organ.
It was just that.
Regarding Tendou Kisara as a person.
Heimer had already formed an impression of her before crossing over.
In order to remember the night her parents were killed, and to constantly remind herself of why she lived, she was willing to endure the excruciating pain that eroded her nerves every moment, willing to drag this broken body of hers, all while refusing to transplant artificial organs.
Tendou Kisara refused to accept even a single bit of Falna from the Tendou Family.
Using pain as firewood.
To burn the fire of revenge.
This paranoia.
This madness.
It could be said that people in Black Bullet were all a bit twisted.
But if he were to heal her without her consent now—
It would, on the contrary, interfere with the pain Tendou Kisara had endured for over a decade.
"I'll just perform a simple recovery."
Heimer thought for a moment, then chose to restrain his divinity, simply calming the fatal acute failure within Tendou Kisara's body and forcibly pulling her back from the gates of death.
He also took the opportunity to clear up the chaotic aura within her body.
As for that missing kidney—
Let's leave it empty for now.
...
With that.
As his divinity gradually surged in.
Tendou Kisara's breathing began to stabilize, and her complexion slowly regained a bit of color from that near-death pallor.
A few seconds later.
Tendou Kisara's eyelashes fluttered.
Her consciousness had not yet fully returned, and her vision was a blurry mess.
There was only a silhouette against the light, standing vaguely before her.
The setting sun hadn't completely gone down yet, and the orange-red afterglow squeezed in through the cracks of the shattered window, landing right behind the person, gilding his outline with a layer of gold.
Very bright.
Very warm.
"Are... are you an... angel?"
Tendou Kisara's lips murmured, subconsciously spitting out this word.
She thought she was surely going to die.
She thought this was the end.
But instead—
Light suddenly appeared before her.
Someone was there.
That light was too blinding; she couldn't see his face, only vaguely sense that someone was there.
In this situation.
Aside from the beings in legends who come to escort souls to heaven, her sluggish brain really couldn't think of anyone else who would appear at this time.
An angel?
This title was rather novel.
"Pfft."
Hearing this title, Heimer couldn't help it and laughed out loud.
The divine radiance he had just been cultivating almost slipped.
"An angel?"
Heimer raised an eyebrow, looking at the young girl who had finally woken up.
"Miss, it seems your eyesight isn't very good."
"Those creatures with wings aren't of my kind."
Hearing this voice.
Tendou Kisara's vision gradually cleared.
Finally, she saw the person before her clearly.
—A man she had never seen before, whose good looks were somewhat unreal.
Black hair and black eyes, his features were excessively handsome, almost like a creation that had walked out of some myth.
However.
The amusement in those eyes made the hair on the back of her neck stand up instantly.
Dangerous!
Extremely dangerous!
This was Tendou Kisara's first thought after her consciousness fully returned.
It was like a lone wolf, severely injured and dying in the wild, suddenly smelling the scent of a top predator.
It was almost an instinctive survival reaction.
Tendou Kisara subconsciously wanted to prop up her body, her elbows knocking hard against the hard floor, while her other hand trembled as she reached for the sword beside her.
The cursed sword, yuki kage.
As long as...
As long as she could grip the hilt...
"..."
Tendou Kisara's hand stopped just a few centimeters away from the hilt.
It wasn't that she didn't want to move, but she couldn't.
Heimer had only used his divinity to forcibly pull Tendou Kisara back from acute organ failure.
Her body was still as if it had been hollowed out, as limp as a noodle; even lifting a finger was a struggle.
Even so.
Tendou Kisara was still gritting her teeth, staring fixedly at Heimer.
Her eyes, which appeared bloodshot from congestion, were filled with distrust.
The only thing they lacked was fear.
Very good.
Heimer looked at Tendou Kisara's stubborn appearance and silently gave her a high rating in his heart.
After all, she had already reached this point.
She didn't even have decent parts on her whole body, lying on the ground no different from a dead dog.
But in her eyes, there was still no sign of yielding.
That's right.
In this situation, having just picked up her life from the gates of death, and being so weak that even breathing was a struggle.
She could still maintain this level of vigilance.
Assessing the danger, searching for a weapon, and preparing for a counterattack at the first opportunity.
This fierce tenacity.
Truly a good seedling.
"Don't waste your energy."
Heimer sat cross-legged casually in front of Tendou Kisara, not caring at all that the dust on the floor was dirtying his pants.
"Your body has temporarily stopped going on strike."
"Right now, you can't even draw that sword."
Hearing this,
Tendou Kisara's hand trembled slightly, finally dropping limply to the floor.
She gasped for breath, her chest heaving violently.
Since she couldn't move, she would use her voice.
"What... what did you do to me?"
Sensing that the intense pain which had been frantically devouring her internal organs had actually vanished, Tendou Kisara's voice was filled with disbelief.
"Nothing."
Heimer shrugged.
"I just forcibly restarted your body, which was on strike."
"Although you won't die immediately,"
"your missing kidney and overdrawn vitality will require other methods to resolve completely."
"But, that's a matter for later."
"Later?"
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