“Killing one person makes one a criminal. Killing one hundred makes one a hero.”
It was a saying by someone.
“No, was it ten thousand people, or was it one million people?”
[TL: it was one murdered a criminal, millions a hero. By Beilby Porteus]
No matter what, what Karito had planned to do will not change by any means. From now on, Karito would be killing dozens, even hundreds of people.
From having to perform such actions, there would be no meaning to be nervous about it anymore.
The fact that Karito had killed people would not change no matter how much he tried to fix it, not to mention there’s no longer enough time to worry about such a thing either. He can’t delay anymore, because he needed to concentrate on the enemy in front of him.
He could feel the gazes of several hundreds of soldiers, illuminated by the faint moonlight and torches, boring into him. Karito’s waist almost gave out a little from the sheer pressure.
The amount of attention that Karito, the former shut-in, had faced most was at best, during the graduation ceremonies at his primary and middle school. Standing there right in front of so many intense stares had put him under extraordinary pressure, but he had to endure it. There was no way he could back down now. If he escaped, the two girls would definitely die.
The lives of the sisters that he had sacrificed himself for had a much heavier weight than the life of Watari Karito himself.
Right in front of Karito were the figures of a group of magicians surrounded by knights equipped with heavy shields. Would they be firing magic spells simultaneously now, he wondered.
First of all, let’s clean up these guys. Thinking that, he slowly pointed the muzzle of the Minigun in their direction. His right hand gripped tightly onto the joystick that fiercely resembled the airplane’s control stick, and then he pulled the trigger. The battery powered six-barrelled gun started to rotate slowly in response.
When the Alwina forces started to take measures to counter, it was already too late.
Rather than the sound of gunshots rattling one’s eardrums, the gun made sounds similar to those of huge machines instead.