I Sealed Sukuna’s Finger#346+347: You Talk Way Too Much, Aunt and Niece Should Be Conquered Together

Kensei Kanase, former Royal Court Magical Technician of the Kingdom of Aldegyr.

While Bokue Keikain wasn't entirely sure what a "Royal Court Magical Technician" actually did, the surname "Kanase" definitely rang a bell.

After all, there weren't that many people with the Kanase surname, and he actually knew one personally within his social circle.

Kanon Kanase.

"Seems there's quite a history here."

Bokue raised an eyebrow in understanding.

The standoff on the beach continued.

From the moment La Folia laid eyes on the middle-aged man called "Kensei Kanase," her smile vanished, replaced by an icy edge in her voice.

"Indeed, just as Bokue said—this really is quite the twisted fate."

The silver-haired princess shook her head slightly, sighing softly as complexity crept into her expression.

"Since it concerns our royal family's reputation, there's something I haven't mentioned. Kanon Kanase... Kensei Kanase's adopted daughter—her biological father is actually my grandfather, the former King of Aldegyr, Gahard Rihavein."

"...Hm?"

It took a full two seconds to process what she'd just said. Bokue, who'd been ready for some entertaining drama, turned to blink at La Folia, drawing in a sharp breath as words failed him.

Sayaka not knowing who Kanon Kanase was made perfect sense—they'd never met.

But that didn't mean Bokue was equally ignorant. They'd just met two days ago, after all.

And more than once at that.

Judging by how Kanon could be classmates with Nagisa and Yukina, she couldn't be older than sixteen at most. Meanwhile, La Folia would be celebrating her eighteenth birthday coming-of-age ceremony this year.

In other words, La Folia was definitely older than Kanon.

Yet now she was saying Kanon was actually her grandfather's biological daughter. Well...

Are you sure your grandfather didn't have another identity going by "Joseph Joestar" out there?

"Actually, our royal family only recently discovered this matter ourselves."

As if finding her grandfather's past indiscretions equally absurd, La Folia sighed helplessly again.

"It was eighteen years ago. My grandfather fell in love with a woman who'd come to work in Aldegyr from Japan, and they had a child. So in terms of family hierarchy, Kanon Kanase would be... well, my aunt, I suppose."

"Though she has no succession rights, she's still of Aldegyr royal blood."

When mentioning that Kanon remained of royal lineage, La Folia's tone quickly turned resolute, her cold gaze fixing on the lab-coated middle-aged man still standing on the transport ship's deck.

"Kensei Kanase, what exactly are you planning..."

"Shut up with your endless yapping!"

Just then, a woman's furious shout erupted from inside the deck near the cabin.

A blonde woman in tight clothing emerged from within into the sunlight—attractive features marred by harsh, upturned eyes that gave her a rather mean-spirited appearance.

Accompanying her was a young black-haired man in a leather jacket and captain's hat, apparently the ship's helmsman.

The two swaggered to either side of Kensei Kanase, looking down arrogantly at the three on the beach.

"Well, well, if it isn't our dear princess~"

The blonde woman's lips curved into a sharp smile, speaking in a mocking, sarcastic tone.

"I'll be honest—I've been thinking about you for quite some time now. Especially that body of yours."

"My body?"

Despite facing enemy provocation, La Folia maintained her elegant smile, countering unhurriedly:

"Though I don't know who you are, I'm sorry to say my romantic preferences don't include women."

"Wha—that's not what I meant!"

The blonde woman's face instantly twisted at those words, glaring viciously.

"Don't tell me you think I want to do those things with you! Don't be disgusting! I just want your body as experimental material!"

"Honestly, we just want to make some money. But after spending a fortune producing all those Nalakuvera units, we couldn't sell a single one. Our funding chain completely collapsed, leaving us drowning in debt."

"But fortunately, we now have a new plan—"

Mentioning her new scheme, the previously agitated blonde woman seemed to catch the scent of money, her mood settling as her smile returned.

"After all, I've heard Aldegyr royal bloodlines make excellent spirit mediums, capable of bearing far more astral nerve centers than ordinary people. With your body, we can mass-produce Molded Angels—they'll definitely sell like hotcakes!"

"But first, we need promotional footage. Step forward—which one of you is the Fourth Progenitor?"

Having said her piece, the blonde woman tilted her face up arrogantly, adopting a queenly, commanding posture.

The Fourth Progenitor?

Not understanding why she'd suddenly bring up Nagisa, Bokue formed a mental question mark.

But the straightforward Sayaka had already shouted her rebuke:

"Shut up! There's no Fourth Progenitor here, and we won't hand over Princess La Folia to you!"

"...Not here?"

The blonde woman frowned.

"Impossible. That shipload of Nalakuvera units was our company's masterpiece. Though we haven't sold a single one, their combat power is undeniable. Without knowing the control commands, only a Progenitor could have—"

The blonde woman's words cut off as a young man's voice came from above their heads.

"Alright, that's enough. I completely understand your intentions now."

!

The blonde woman jerked her head up in shock.

Golden sunlight poured down from the azure sky as Bokue Keikain's figure hung suspended in midair, looking down at the earth below.

When had he appeared there?!

"But you people really do talk way too much."

As if too lazy to waste another word, Bokue snapped his fingers lightly.

The next moment, the forms of the blonde woman and black-haired youth on deck twisted without warning, as if seized by some overwhelming force.

"I... this, wait—!"

BANG!

They seemed to want to say more, but Bokue gave them no chance. In the blink of an eye, both living people exploded on the spot, reduced to puddles of blood and flesh with a single blast.

First to be splattered was Kensei Kanase in the middle.

His pristine white lab coat was instantly dyed dark red, blood spattering across his glasses.

With the meaningless shouting no longer echoing in his ears, Bokue slowly descended from the sky, approaching the sole remaining middle-aged man. He grabbed him by the throat and lifted him with one hand.

"Now then, let's talk. Where is Kanon Kanase?"

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Cough—!

The young man's hand clamped around the middle-aged man's throat like steel pincers, lifting him from the ground. Kensei Kanase's mouth gaped involuntarily, his aging, wrinkled face contorting in pain.

Though he'd once served as Royal Court Magical Technician of Aldegyr, at the end of the day he was just a technical specialist—basically a bookish intellectual type.

And typically, when technical specialists had conflicts, they rarely went beyond verbal arguments, usually debating scientific evidence and methodologies.

As for being physically grabbed by the throat and interrogated like this? This was Kensei's first experience.

Yet even so, he didn't immediately surrender. He even struggled to speak:

"Who... who are you..."

"None of your business."

Bokue's expression remained unchanged.

In the past, he might have delivered his usual "I am a washing machine" introduction, but this time he genuinely couldn't be bothered with words.

"After all, I have zero interest in conversing with a human trafficker who adopted a girl just to use her as experimental material. So let's keep this brief—answer my question instead of beating around the bush."

Bokue tightened his grip further.

Cough!

As the pressure on his neck intensified, Kensei could no longer hold out. His eyes bulged as if they might pop out, blood trickling from the corners of his gaping mouth.

"Human trafficker? Kanon's birth mother was my own sister! When she first gave birth to Kanon, I was the only one secretly caring for them to avoid causing problems with the Aldegyr royal family. After that, I quit my job and brought Kanon back to Japan, but her mother died from poor health. Only then did I adopt Kanon, and I've always treated her as my own daughter!"

"...What?"

Bokue froze for a second, a look of utter bewilderment flashing across his face.

This was absolutely ridiculous.

If Kensei had simply admitted—like those two cannon fodder he'd just disposed of—that he was experimenting on Aldegyr royal bloodlines for money, at least the logic would track.

Hell, even admitting he was experimenting on his late sister's daughter would be acceptable—just morally more reprehensible.

But now Kensei not only admitted to experimenting on his late sister's daughter but also adopted the attitude of a devoted parent.

This was absurd.

You're experimenting on your late sister's daughter while claiming you raised your niece as your own child? What kind of logic was that?

So basically, you're experimenting on Kanon Kanase precisely because you raised her as your daughter?

Hiss...

For perhaps the first time in his life, Bokue felt like laughing from sheer rage.

Unlike the explosive anger of seeing red, this feeling was like discovering—after thorough communication—that their thought processes existed in completely different universes, that they probably weren't even the same species and therefore fundamentally unable to communicate.

While Bokue had completely given up on thinking, Kensei continued:

"I hate the Aldegyr royal family! If not for you royals, my sister never would have weakened from childbirth, then died from the strain of raising a daughter alone in Japan! I don't want Kanon to experience the same pain my sister went through, so I want to give her the best—even if it costs everything I have, I'll free her from this filthy world! By ascending her to become an angel!"

"...Is that what she told you?"

Bokue looked down at the middle-aged man he held suspended by the throat.

"She told you she wanted to be experimented on and turned into that kind of monster? She said so herself?"

"She..."

Kensei gritted his teeth, unable to continue.

But only for an instant before he returned to his self-righteous "it's all for the child" attitude.

"What would you know?!"

His hands, hanging at his sides, spread their fingers. A black controller resembling car keys slipped from his sleeve into his palm.

Catching the controller, Kensei didn't hesitate, using his last strength to press the largest button on top.

Vwoom—

As the switch activated, motors hummed across the deck.

A rectangular opening appeared as the deck panels slid aside. A long box shaped like a coffin rose on a lift platform through the opening.

Click.

With a soft sound, the box's external locks disengaged automatically. White mist, like vapor from a freezer, seeped through the seams.

Then the lid opened. Under the blazing sun, a silver-haired girl in a form-fitting combat suit lay quietly within, streams of spiritual light flowing gently beneath her skin.

"Could that be..."

"That's Kanon Kanase."

Before Sayaka could voice her surprise, La Folia on the beach had already answered.

Not that explanation was really necessary.

Knowing they were aunt and niece, their similar appearances made it immediately obvious.

La Folia's silver-blue eyes reflected the spiritual radiance flowing over the silver-haired girl on deck. Her beautiful face grew increasingly serious.

"She's already evolved this far..."

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Without a sound—not even rustling fabric—Kanon Kanase, who'd been lying with closed eyes in the box, slowly floated upward into the sky, effortlessly surpassing Bokue's altitude.

The angel wings behind the girl spread once more. Under the golden sunlight, her pristine white feathers seemed edged in gold, holy and immaculate.

Only this time, it wasn't two wings—but three on each side.

She'd already ascended to become a six-winged angel.

"..."

Bokue also looked up.

Under the combined gaze of four people on deck and beach, the six-winged angel who was once "Kanon Kanase" finally opened her eyes.

They were eyes devoid of any reason or emotion, containing only chaos and pure killing intent.

Simultaneously, her six wings transformed. Six purple-red eyeballs grew upon the wings themselves.

Bokue released his grip, letting the gasping Kensei collapse to clutch his throat on deck. He looked up at the six-winged angel in the sky—completely at odds with the girl's former title as "Middle School Saint."

"So, is that monster what you wanted for your niece?"

As his words settled, the six purple-red eyeballs on the angel's wings lit up in sequence. Ultra-high-density magical cannons compressed to terrifying degrees instantly descended.

Bokue raised his hand, erecting a defensive barrier to block the attack. Simultaneously, his form appeared before the angelified Kanon Kanase.

But he didn't strike. Instead, he extended his arms, gently stroking the girl's head as he embraced her softly, whispering in her ear:

"Don't worry. I'll change you back soon."

"!"

The young man's voice seemed to carry some kind of magic. The attack movements of Kanon—whose consciousness should have been completely overwritten—suddenly paused.

Big... broth... er...