I went on and on, explaining in detail what happens to women who are captured by me.
Even without clearly stating it, I explained discreetly what Marianna would be subjected to.

 

 

 

Even the Colonel was unable to hide his reaction.
His wife is already sobbing.

 

 

 

“–So, if you tell me, I'll end with just your wife.”

 

 

 

“My wife, you say……..”

 

 

 

 The Colonel's face says he can't believe it.

 

 

 

It's an old man's wife after all.

 

 

 

 

“You see, I don't care if they're young, old, male, or female.
I'm a literal scum.
She also got a beautiful daughter, you know? The kid's got good meat from her.”

 

 

 

I held up the photo and stared at it.
Marianna in the picture was holding a baby.
She seems to be his granddaughter.

 

 

 

“Even humans love to eat young veal too, right?”

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“Have you lost your humanity, you monster?!!”

 

 

 

“In case you didn't know, aliens call themselves human, too.
I wonder what human really is.”

 

 

 

“Why are you doing this! You are a former soldier of the 88.
Why are you siding with the aliens!!”

 

 

 

 

 The colonel, his face red with rage, glared at me and growled.

 

 

 

“You're wrong about siding with the aliens.
I'm not on anyone's side.”

 

 

 

 

“Then why?”

 

 

 

“I wonder…………”

 

 

 

I sighed wistfully.

 

 

 

 

“–Originally, I was hoping to get back at those who betrayed me.
But before I knew it, I was thinking that I just could end it all and kill all the humans.
Because you guys are so disgusting and stupid.
You'll understand it better when you stop being human.
Aliens are the same.
I think it's an error in evolution.
Maybe the planet would be brighter without you.”

 

 

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

 

“Well, but I also want to know exactly what happened to me.
I have some promises to keep.
So I suppose that this whole sequence of actions is for my own self-satisfaction.”

 

 

 

“You are going this far just for self-satisfaction…….”

 

 

 

“Everyone lives for self-satisfaction, right? Is that so strange?”

 

 

“Nonsense.
People live for the ones they love.”

 

 

“But you see, even that is self-satisfaction.
Even self-sacrifice is one too because by doing so, one will be satisfied and dies.
What matters as a person is what satisfies you.
Some people are satisfied with dying for their loved ones, while others are satisfied with killing others.
By the way, I find satisfaction in completing what I have decided to do – that is, I find satisfaction in having you all in my belly.”

 

 

 

“Go to hell.”

 

 

 

“I already went there.”

 

 

 

“Do you want to live in such a state?”

 

 

 

“And what would you do if you're in my situation? commit suicide?”

 

 

 

“I would.
Immediately.”

 

 

 

 

“I will not.
No matter how filthy or how painful, I will carry out my duty until the last moment.
I am a professional.
I taught this way by growing up…”

 

 

 Grrrrrr ……
and Butcher's throat rumbled.

 

 

 

“– If you get hit, hit back.
It's a soldier's duty to retaliate.
That's what all you soldier taught me as a kid.”

 

 

 

 The mission I am on now is retaliation.
And the best possible outcome, the happiest possible ending, is that I keep my promise to Abigail and reach my goal while keeping my relationship with Abigail on good terms.
That's what I'm working toward right now.

 

 

 

I don't need to be attached to Abigail.
It's just that I'm kind of scared when she gets mad at me.
When she accuses me with such intensity, I just want to say I'm sorry and escape from the situation.

 

 

 

 Also, she is very good at using the whip and the candy.
If I spend too much time with her, I'm afraid I'll eventually lose my control to her.

 

 

 

Besides, once involved with someone, I can't help but develop a sense of camaraderie.

 

 

I want to protect the friends I have within my reach.

 

 

 

I have such a troublesome personality.

 

 

 

I decided to live a simple life without getting on the wrong path, and missions is my everything in life.

 

 

 

 

So once I decide to do something, I have to finish it or I will not feel satisfied, and I get really angry when someone interferes with my work.

 

 

 

 But since becoming a butcher, I have been involved with too many different people.

 

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My body has already begun to be entangled with invisible chains that affect my decisions in various angles and force me to take on unplanned missions.

 

 

 I thought I had removed all these chains.

 

 

 

 But strangely enough, I also find them comforting, which annoys me.
After all, I am not going to live alone anymore no matter how far I go.

 

 

 

 

Colonel swallowed his saliva with a loud gulp.

 

 

 

 He looked at his wife.

 

 

 

 

“You.”

 

 

 

 

“Yes, dear.”

 

 

 

 

 They looked at each other with an affectionate gaze.

 

 

 

“I love you.”

 

 

 

“Me too.”

 

 

 

That's pretty cliche.

 

 

 

“I'll tell you one thing, former human butcher.”

 

 

 

“What is it?”

 

 

 

“Lieutenant General is a great man, he's fighting with everything he got to lead mankind to victory.”

 

 

 

I couldn't care less about the human's victory.

 

 

 

“You used to be a human being, and you fell on the front line after a grueling mission.
I pity you now that you are in such a situation.”

 

 

 

“Sympathy.
How nice.
You can have your stomachs filled, you can choose to live a life of freedom in the peace we've achieved just because you show sympathy for soldiers.  You've been able to have a wonderful time with the person you love until now.
I envy you.
I couldn't protect anyone close to me.
I had to sacrifice everything to accomplish the mission you guys have given us.”

 

 

 

And what did we gain by paying that much?

 

 

 

“But my wife and I are soldiers too!!”

 

 

 

I gave Colonel Declark heartfelt advice as he thrust his hands on the table, about to stand up.

 

 

 

“You shouldn't push it.
Your wife is so scared she's peed her pants.”

 

 

 

“Don't underestimate meeee!!!!!!!!!!”

 

 

 

 –Well, I knew you were a long shot.

 

 

 I removed my precious brainwave voice synthesizer and tucked it into my apron pocket.

 

 

 

 There's a click under the colonel's buttocks and the flash of white filled the room.

 

 

The explosion engulfed the room and shattered it into a million pieces.

 

 

 

 All that was left was a ringing in my ears.

 

 

 

 –If you want to take the Butcher down with you, this amount of explosives wasn't be enough, Colonel.

 

 

 

 Especially against the king of the Butcher demon.
I can even withstand a direct hit from the dragon breath. 

 

 

 

 I deactivated the that I activated just in case and put on the synthesizer again, then picked up part of the colonel's face that was left and spoke to him.

 

 

 

“I respect your bravery as a fellow soldier, and I will forget about Marianna.”

 

 

 

 I had no choice.
I guess I'll ask this Joyce woman next.

 

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