I kind of want to scream.

Why must you turn my office into a den of lies?

Why preform an inner monologue when you can soliloquize?

Demons now, huh?

Just how far will she let him go?

Who hugs a burger bag like that?

The pontiff needs to die.

They had so many missed opportunities for panty shots.

Come on now, do not pull back the curtain.

Total and complete devastation.

The chapter's title is apt.

There used to be more panty shots...

Yakuza is a bit... on the nose.

Why is she wearing her eye mask on her head instead of over her eyes while she sleeps?

How cute.

Damn it, Ibeck, stop giving your four-year-old sister head.

Yeah, you missed your chance to tell her you are a monk eighty-four effing chapters ago.

I have social anxiety, but not that bad.

That raid seemed a bit too convenient.

She is slowly becoming a better person.