A wet sound could be heard within the dark family restaurant.
It was the sound of blood dripping to the floor.
The scene before his eyes caused Kamijou Touma to freeze in place with his fist still raised in preparation.
This was most certainly fresh blood.
He stared blankly at the point from which the splattering of red had come.
He stared at Vento's mouth that had been shouting triumphantly not long before.
"Gh…"
She was doubled over with a hand held to her mouth. She gave small repeated coughs and a heavy and slimy liquid flowed from the gaps in her fingers each time.
"Ghah…Ahh…"
She took a few wobbling steps backwards. The confidence from before was gone. This did not appear to be a ruse. She truly appeared to be suffering.
(What…?)
Vento suddenly coughing up blood had cut off Kamijou's thoughts as if cold water had been dumped on him.
(Is this a side effect of her magic? That's too bad for her, but this might be my chance.)
He came back to his senses.
He was a bit hesitant to raise his fist against someone who was suffering, but this was no time to be idealistic. If he did not defeat her when he had the chance, she would likely cause even more sacrifices just for fun.
Kamijou gritted his teeth, prepared his resolve, and clenched his right fist.
"Gwaaaahhh!!"
But before he could act, Vento spun around and swung her barbed wire-wrapped hammer in the wrong direction.
It scraped along the chain in her tongue and sparks flew.
Her carefree mood from before was gone. These were similar to the confused and violent actions of a drunk in a fistfight.
With a heavy sound of destruction, a large hole opened in the wall.
Vento ran towards it.
She fired two or three attacks to keep Kamijou from pursuing before rushing out of the building.
"…"
Kamijou was unsure whether he should pursue her or be thankful she had left and he was still alive.
(What was that?)
Even after leaving the building, Vento did not try to destroy the entire restaurant with Kamijou inside. He doubted she would restrain herself out of concern for the others inside. She likely had her hands full with whatever it was that had come over her, so she had been unable to think about anything else.
Kamijou mentally went over this new problem that had presented itself:
God's Right Seat.
Vento of the Front.
And the Roman Catholic Church.