"My master prefers to showcase her new power here—with you as the first whetstone."
Rider's Heroic Spirit, Medusa, spoke calmly, her voice betraying naked scorn and hostility toward the trembling man before her, though her purple eye mask concealed a third of her face.
Makoto Shinji was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized who Rider was referring to. Despite the dire situation, a twisted smile squeezed out of his mouth, "Sakura? My dear little sister...who disappeared without a trace for so long, I thought she was already dead. After all, her body contained many precious things... Hahaha, come on! Where is that wretched woman you speak of? Let her come out and meet me!"
"As you wish," just as Makoto Shinji's words fell, a crystalline voice suddenly echoed in the air, "my poor brother."
Accompanying this crystalline voice, a blue light instantly illuminated the entire mansion.
