died. Her parents, her people, and Marianne. However, a single name slipped through her lips. "Kai...to..." The words he'd once told her flashed through her mind. She recalled his stupid, nonsensical promise. "And hey, you bringing me back to life and summoning me here must have been some kind of fate... So until you start walking the road to Hell, I'll try and stick by your side for as long as I can, even if I'm the only one." "You have my thanks." The crackling of the flames grew louder. Elisabeth's whisper vanished among them. Then she spoke a few heartfelt words, words that would reach no one. "Just as you promised, I was never alone, right to the end." "Throughout Elisabeth Le Fanu's bloody life, she was accompanied by a single foolish servant." She thought that had been altogether quite fine. Then she closed her eyes. The family she had saved broke down into tears, and the old woman covered her face and wailed. The Torture Princess was to die alone, forsaken by heaven, earth, and all of creation, then descend into Hell. ...However, at the eleventh hour, something happened. Ksssssssssssssssssh! Suddenly, a blade came whirling through the sky. It blew away the fire, kindling and all. As the loud noise rang out, the platform collapsed. Elisabeth went flying and crashed into the side platform the executioners were standing on, almost as though the angle of her flight had been planned. The people in the crowd let out confused cries. Above their heads, a magnificent storm of azure flower petals and jet-black feathers spiraled down. The spectacle that was unfolding was beautiful, yet for some reason, it struck fear into the hearts of all in attendance. Amid the uproar, a young man appeared in the air. He wore a black military uniform, and it fluttered as he glared down over the crowd. In his left arm, he was carrying an attractive, silver-haired automaton in a maid outfit. And of all things, the Kaiser accompanied him on his right. None of the people in the crowd could truly tell that the grotesque black hound was in fact the Kaiser. But driven by their instinctive repugnance and terror, they cried out all the same. Watching them, the young man's face curled into a malicious smile. Flanked by an oddity on each side, he gave a loud, booming laugh. "What a carefree bunch you all are, killing off your own pawns while humanity still has enemies!" "It can't be..." Elisabeth muttered in shock. The young man snapped his fingers before her astonished eyes. Snap! In response to the dry noise, twenty jewels appeared in the air around him. As he channeled mana into them, the people's screams grew even louder. Images of Godot Deus floated up above the jewels. As a high priest of the Church, the faith the people held in him was considerable. He raised his wrinkled head, then began making some manner of pitiful plea. As he did, the young man gave a sinister laugh and snapped his fingers once more. Snap! Ksssssssssssssssssh! A screeching noise rang out, and the stones holding the high priest's soul shattered in unison. The fragments sparkled as they fell through the air. Shocked by the abruptness and the atrocity of the deed, the people screamed. Their deep scars left from being attacked by demons had been pried open. They trembled, then succumbed to their rage and hatred. In an instant, their gazes shifted to one of stark animosity. The young man nodded, satisfied. The people didn't know. They didn't know Godot Deus had told the young man that the reproductions of his soul were slated to be destroyed or why he'd told him. After all, they had no way of knowing. They had no way of knowing that Godot Deus, who'd understood the importance of Elisabeth's execution better than anyone, had keenly known the vulnerability his death would create in mankind. There was no way they could have heard. There was no way they could have heard what he and the young man had discussed right before this, when all his crystals had been gathered in one place. There was no way they could have known what mutual objective the two of them aimed to fulfill with this display. And just what was that objective? The most effective method by which to unite people was to give them a common enemy. And as long as such an enemy existed, mankind would find themselves in need of a dangerous, powerful blade. To that end, the young manâ€”Kaito Senaâ€”shouted. "Letting your guard down just 'cause you killed all fourteen demons? Ha! What a joke! You guys are a bunch of dumb-aâ€”no, fools. From here on out, I shall lead the Kaiser and become the stuff of nightmares! And I'll start with that woman over there, the tyrannical foe of us demons! She will be a hindrance to us no more. With my own two hands, I shall slay the Torture Princess!" "Why are you doing this, Kaito Sena? I thought you were a man of integrity! What are you thinking?!" Flustered, Izabella shouted at him. Perhaps due to her honest nature, it seemed that she was panicking in earnest. Kaito watched her with relief, glad that his acting seemed to have passed muster. The Kaiser stepped on his foot, and the maid gently poked him in the side. Hurriedly, Kaito snapped his fingers. "â€”La (dance)!" Countless blades dived at the Torture Princess. But the executioners made a split-second decision, pushing Elisabeth aside and covering for her. The brawny men formed a wall with their bodies and guarded the Torture Princess from the would-be assassination. Then, at Izabella's orders, the paladins got to work. Unwilling to let any who bore ill will toward the innocent escape, they activated the barrier they'd been intending to use in the unlikely event the Torture Princess tried to escape. After looking at the sacred white light they were weaving together, Kaito nodded. "...Yup, I can break through. Looks like I was right." He'd wanted to be able to make his escape even if the paladins threw up a barrier, so after he'd left Elisabeth alone on the hill and made his way back to the plaza, he'd tried to figure out how strong it was. Then, by torturing the Monarch, he'd gathered the mana he'd needed to destroy it. Again, he snapped his fingers. An explosion of azure petals and black feathers danced through the air. Then, with a noise like glass shattering, the barrier vanished. "Oh-ho, it seems I am at a disadvantage here. Very well. I take my leave now, gentlemen! We shall meet again!" After promising another encounter, Kaito gave a twisted laugh. The Kaiser, too, laughed mockingly at the crowd in its humanlike voice. Still embracing the back of Kaito's neck, the automaton smiled sweetly. Then their master snapped his fingers once more. As if by magic, the Kaiser's contractor vanished. Finally, the finishing blow was dealt in the form of a delighted voice, which rained down on the terrified, furious, panicking crowd. "Next time, I shall deliver upon mankind a truly demonic calamity!" "That...utter...imbecile!" As the crowd was whipped up into a frenzy, Elisabeth quietly cursed. She clenched her fist, then punched the platform. However, no one was looking her way. She'd been neglected so thoroughly it was hard to believe that she'd just been on the verge of being burned at the stake. Now alone, she bit down hard on her lip. As she looked down toward the ground, she thought back to something he'd said. The words had been heartfelt and directed straight at her. "I like her a whole lot. "For that person's sake, I could do or become anything." "...I told you, Kaito, 'tis too much for you to bear." Elisabeth muttered the words quietly. But there was nobody there to respond to her. As though to console her, the azure petals and black feathers gently brushed against her slender shoulders as they fell. Due to the unforeseen turn of events, the Torture Princess's execution was suspended. The paladins hastily mobilized a search party to pursue the Kaiser's contractor. But despite devoting their full efforts to the chase, they were unable to locate him. Given the appearance of a new demon and one that had publicly proclaimed hostility toward mankind, to boot, the Church held a discussion, then handed down their official decision. The Torture Princess, Elisabeth Le Fanu, was informed of her new orders. Her mission was simple. It was to kill Kaito Sena, the fifteenth contractor. Afterword Hello, Keishi Ayasato here. You hold in your hands the newly released third volume. Thank you all so much for buying the third volume of Torture Princess. My editor and I decided to cram as much content in each volume of this series as possible, so I guess the action's been pretty nonstop for these past three volumes. I'm sure those of you who have read it can tell, but the third volume marks the end of the first story arc. That said, I've already planned out where the plot will go from here. Of course, only God knows whether or not we'll get to that point, but nothing would make me happier than to complete the story of the Torture Princess and the boy she summoned. It is my humble wish for us to meet again in the next volume. As an aside, I wrote another limited-edition booklet for Animate to go with the third volume! As I mentioned in the second volume, skipping it won't affect your enjoyment of the main story, but the story is once more fun and prattling, so if you're interested in taking a peek at the day-to-day routines of Kaito and the rest, I would love it if you checked it out (I'm the type to toss in advertisements each and every time). Please take a look, even if all you do is admire the fascinating, adorable cover Saki Ukai drew for it. The two heroines trade outfits! I'm almost out of room in the afterword here, so as is custom, I have some people I'd like to thank. As always, Saki Ukai, thank you so much for all your beautiful illustrations. To my designer and my publisher, your suggestions were invaluable, and to my editor O, I wish to extend my sincere gratitude. And a big thank-you to my beloved family, in particular my older sister, who helped me with corrections on the first draft! And last but not least, to all my readers, I wish to thank you with all my heart. The fact that you all read my books brings me endless joy. I'll put everything I have into the next volume, so I hope you all look forward to it. And on that note, I pray we will meet once more. The resurrected young man's battles aren't over just yet. To the Ignorant Faithful Pray, O ye faithful. Pray that our Lord's benevolence may be upon us. Pray that, in His unfathomable love, He will heal this scarred world of ours. As you are all aware, the battle against the fourteen demons has come to an end. And in its wake, the fifteenth demon and its contractor have appeared and declared their animosity toward us. The paladins are currently in pursuit of this contractor. But what we need now face, above all else, are the harsh wounds we bear. The dead are countless, and the suffering has been immeasurable. Untold numbers of the innocent and the pious alike have fallen victim. With the Saint's guidance, they now rest at God's side. But the grief our people feel is profound, and their lamentations are endless. It is in these trying times that I would ask you to hark back to the first miracle. The Saint carried God into our world. And once He rebuilt our scarred world, she fell into a deep