Wishing to Eat Lee's Flesh and Sleep on Lee's Skin

In the end, Lee wasn't able to personally escort Rin home.

Because in addition to the fully armed Fire Moth troops who finally arrived on the scene, there was also a pink-haired bunny girl with an anxious expression.

Although Sakura said those were fox ears, their length and shape really resembled a rabbit's.

Her combat-capable older sister had returned, so naturally, Lee was no longer needed. She could only bid farewell to the two.

However, thanks to this incident, Rin's favorability had reached level six.

Sakura, because Lee had saved her sister, received a level four favorability boost. Although there was still a long way to go before maxing out their favorability, at least she had grasped the method.

The remains of the Tenth Herrscher were successfully recovered.

After MEI's research, apart from the fact that the Tenth Herrscher's core was no different from previous Herrschers in terms of physical properties, the energy level of the Herrscher core was much weaker than those of previous Herrschers.

Lee had anticipated this.

But what surprised her was something else—the Tenth Herrscher hadn't reappeared.

This was strange.

Lee remembered that this Herrscher of Dominance had reproduced in large numbers like cockroaches in a short period of time, attacking many cities and causing a lot of trouble and huge losses for Fire Moth.

Especially now that Fire Moth's forces were scattered all over the world.

Although it seemed like they were defending everywhere, to a Herrscher—even one with only a slight amount of authority—it meant weakness everywhere.

As long as the Herrscher of Dominance gathered a small force in any city, they could easily break through that base.

But the Herrscher hadn't done that... why not?

Every Herrscher in this world was a model employee; it was impossible for them to suddenly get bored and decide to slack off.

Lee's question didn't remain unanswered for long.

As she had previously suspected, things were indeed developing in an interesting direction.

"Former hero becomes a demon, Fire Moth member kills in public..."

In the dimly lit room, Lee leaned against the wall, her expression blank as she stared at the news on her phone.

The report covered the incident from a few days ago—the one where she had killed the Herrscher in the restaurant.

But according to this article, the one she killed wasn't a Herrscher.

It was an ordinary girl.

A girl whose parents had died. A girl who had worked hard to raise her younger siblings. A girl who had done everything she could to survive.

And Lee?

In this article, she was no longer a hero.

She was a former warrior, broken after an injury. A once-great soldier whose mind had twisted after losing her status. Someone who had grown violent, unpredictable, dangerous.

A monster who had killed a helpless waitress—just because she hadn't bowed when pouring water.

The article spent paragraphs painting the girl as an innocent, hardworking victim. It spoke of her struggles, her sacrifices, her kindness. Then, in the coldest, most detached tone, it detailed how she died—how Lee had mercilessly taken her life.

It even described the grief of the girl's younger siblings.

And the worst part?

The news included pictures.

Multiple angles. Full coverage.

Every moment of Lee's battle with the Herrscher was documented, twisted into something it was never meant to be.

The innocence and fear on the Herrscher's face when she was killed—The cold, detached expression on Lee's face as she struck the final blow—

Everything had been vividly captured.

Even Lee had to sigh when she saw it.

"Woah, where did this murderer come from?!"

The news was shocking. It had all the elements of a perfect scandal.

A former hero turned villain. A tragic victim. A corrupt organization.

It was no surprise that the internet exploded.

Accusations and insults flooded in. People cursed Lee, cursed Fire Moth—As if the whole world wanted to rip her apart and wear her skin.

Lee didn't care about the insults.

She cared about one thing.

There were other members of the Herrscher of Dominance in the restaurant that day.

The Herrscher she killed had deliberately exposed her killing intent—She had wanted Lee to strike.

Meanwhile, the others had blended into the crowd, recording everything.

Then they vanished.

What happened after that was obvious.

They wrote the articles. They manipulated public opinion. They stirred the masses.

And most likely…

They had infiltrated the media. Perhaps even the government.

Otherwise, with Su's methods, this kind of news would have been buried long ago.

A Herrscher… actually playing with the art of war.

Lee walked to the window.

She pulled the curtains open just a crack, peering outside.

A massive crowd had gathered.

People who had been too afraid to leave their homes just days ago—terrified of the Honkai—

Now stood in the streets, holding banners, shouting protests.

All because of her.

Fire Moth's official account had already issued a statement.

They had made it clear—the person Lee killed was the Tenth Herrscher. Not an innocent girl.

But no one believed them.

Someone quickly dug up an interesting detail—

Lee and Su, the current leader of Fire Moth, were alumni from the same school.

Not only that, but Su had always held a good impression of Lee.

So, naturally, the conclusion was obvious.

This must be a case of Su abusing his power to cover for her.

Then there was Dr. MEI.

The one who issued the official report.

Another former classmate. Another person close to Lee.

She must have falsified the evidence.

What kind of friend wouldn't?

And of course, there was Kevin.

The most famous warrior of Fire Moth. A legend.

A man hopelessly, pathetically devoted to Lee.

He had chased after her since school, followed her all the way to Fire Moth.

There were plenty of people who could confirm it.

Case closed.

Lee dared to kill because she had untouchable backers.

No one could stop her. No one could hold her accountable.

And if it was an innocent girl today?

Next time, it could be your family.

It could be you.

We can't just sit here and wait for death.

If I don't speak up today, no one will speak up for me in the future!

Public resentment boiled over.

Years of frustration with Fire Moth, years of fear and anger, all found a single target—Lee.

She was the spark that ignited the fire. The villain they could finally blame.

Outside, the graffiti and slogans against her grew uglier by the minute.

Lee silently closed the curtains.

Then, without a word, she went back to browsing her phone.

There was too much news targeting her now.

Too much to sort through.

Which ones were fabricated by the Herrscher of Dominance?Which ones came from people just following the trend?Which ones were driven by a genuine sense of justice?

It was impossible to tell.

And that was exactly what the Herrscher of Dominance wanted.

Lee exhaled, leaning back.

Had she really done something so terrible?

She'd only killed half the Herrschers.

Did they really need to target her like this?

Her finger, gliding across the screen, suddenly stopped.

A new push notification popped up.

[Does killing one person require such a big fuss? I can only tell you that the big one is still behind!]

[Do you think Lee is still human? She's been a Herrscher for a long time. Fire Moth transplanted a Herrscher core into her, and since then, she has been increasingly affected by it—her personality growing more and more extreme!]

[If you don't believe it, go ask around. All the members of Fire Moth had a very good impression of her before. But after the Herrscher core transplantation? She even killed her old comrades without hesitation!]

Lee's brows furrowed.

But the message wasn't over.

[I'll tell you something else that Fire Moth doesn't allow to be said internally.]

[The so-called Holy Blood...]

[Fire Moth wants money, not life. If you count the days, the time is almost up. I can only tell you to be careful.]

[My identity is sensitive. If I say too much, it's easy to be recognized. I'm going anonymous.]

Lee stared at the screen, expression unreadable.

Speechless.

A Herrscher, using the internet better than the Herrscher of Corruption?

Now that was impressive.