First Form

Gin and Aki stopped, their nerves on end. But rage burned in their hearts. Masako was someone they had both grown up with since their youth, the three of them had always been the triplet geniuses of their generation. Yet, she had died right in front of them!

"Are you mad?" Dyon calmly walked toward the two kitsune, his hands clasped behind his back. "Are your hearts burning with rage? Anger? Sorrow? Do you want to tear me limb from limb? Eat my flesh and drink my blood?"

Gin and Aki's eyes reddened, but they didn't speak, instead gritting their teeth in silence.

"I wonder, when you thought it was so easy to marry my wife, to make her your concubine, then your maid. When you thought to ruin her life and turn her into your puppet, making use of your backing, did you think about what kind of backing she had?