Chapter 39: Spirit of Revenge - Tom

Chapter 39: Spirit of Revenge - Tom

Upon hearing that sound approaching closer and realizing the imminent danger, Soji felt a wave of unease and a dreadful sensation creeping into her heart.

"No... it can't be..."

Swallowing hard, Soji, who was flying close to the ground at high speed, trembled as she turned her head, praying fervently, "Please don't let it be that hellcat! Please don't let it be that hellcat! Please don't let it be that hellcat!"

However, according to Murphy's Law, the more you fear something, the more likely it is to happen. Reality always tends to develop in the direction you fear the most.

As Soji turned her head, her expression instantly changed from anxiety to sheer horror. At that moment, she witnessed a scene that would forever haunt her. The cat had caught up, riding on a broken broomstick, surpassing the speed of her Noble Phantasm. It was faster than anything she had ever encountered.

"So fast, too fast... Why is it so fast?!"This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Seeing Tom rapidly closing in from behind, Soji's eyes widened in disbelief. She was using her Noble Phantasm to escape, relying on her Assassin-class agility and the rocket thrusters on her back. With her already Rider-class speed enhanced by the Noble Phantasm, her swift movements should have been impossible to match. How could that cat catch up to her while she was using her ultimate technique? It felt like a ghost story!

Soji, terrified, was on the verge of tears as she watched Tom rapidly approaching from behind. Her face showed visible panic and desperation. At that moment, she was filled with... despair.

"Don't come any closer!!!"

Without any hesitation, Tom stepped hard on the accelerator, pushing it to the maximum. It instantly surpassed Soji, and in that very instant, it swung the razor in its hand!

"Swish!" Accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, the razor swiftly slashed through the air, severing the stiffened hair on top of Soji's head!

Feeling a chill on top of her head, Soji quickly used her right hand to touch her scalp. Fortunately, she wasn't hit on the head, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She had thought for a moment that her head was going to be sliced off.

At that moment, a strand of her hair floated down from the air as if it naturally fell, moving in relation to Soji. It landed gently in her hand. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be a big deal, but the crucial point was that Soji's speed was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye. Yet, this strand of hair appeared in front of her and floated down into her hand while maintaining relative motion with her.

"This is... my hair?!" After confirming the color, Soji compared the length and realized that the strand of hair was almost the same length as her own hair on her head.

In other words, Tom's razor had almost grazed her scalp.

The thought sent a shiver down Soji's spine. If she hadn't frantically clawed through the air and tilted her head slightly, her skull might have been exposed by Tom's attack!

Coincidentally, Tom had already reached Soji's front. She quickly decelerated and then made a sharp turn in the opposite direction to accelerate away. Tom turned back and saw that her hair was intact, completely different from the Mediterranean style he had intended to shave. His mood, which had just improved, suddenly worsened. He prepared to turn around and continue pursuing her.

However, in that instant when he turned his head, a clothesline from someone's house impaled directly into his mouth and pierced all the way through to his tail.

"Gurgle~~~ !!!"