"And then the reformed heart had only one genuine emotion.
「Ah, I… want to break them.ã€
Just as she recognized the words she unconsciously let out, the frozen emotion came gushing forth.
It was hate.
Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate. Just hate.
I hate Lucia, I hate Keril, I hate the one who was her father, I hate the village chief, I hate the villagers.
I hate the slave trader who made a laughingstock of mother and me, I hate the slaves who sneered at us when we were ridiculed by the slave trader.
I’d like to torture, I’d like to injure, I won’t forgive them, I’d like to break it, I’d like to twist, I’d like to gouge, I’d like to snatch away, I’d like to pulverise, I’d like to crush, I’d like to smash, I’d like to slash, I’d like to make them choke, I’d like to burn, I’d like to skin, I would like to stab, I’d like to tear, I’d like to kill, I’d like to kill, I’d like to kill, I’d like to kill, KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL!!
The inside of her heart was simply filled to the brim with just that."