The Blond-Haired Blue-Eyed Well-Endowed Carnivores Yandere Creature Wrings Out Sins Like an Almighty Goddess, an Unreasonable Angel, and a Compassionate Holy Saint - 5

“With my finances, I’ll cover all of Kuroda-kun’s living expenses. Rent, food, electricity, water, gas, phone bills… Everything. If you want something, just let me know, and I’ll buy it for you. So, Kuroda-kun, you don’t need to worry about anything.”

With a smile like that of a benevolent goddess, Shirai spoke.

What on earth is this woman saying…?

I couldn’t make heads or tails of Shirai’s words. They seemed utterly incomprehensible.

“…By the way, what do you plan to do with the wallet and stuff after you take them from me?”

“No need to worry about that. As for disposal… Hmm, it might be a bit problematic… I know! Let’s donate it! Let’s donate Kuroda-kun’s entire assets! That’s a great idea! It might at least be useful for the world, even if Kuroda-kun himself isn’t! It’s a wonderful thing!”

There’s no way that makes any sense.

Donate my entire fortune? Become penniless? And then Shirai will cover all living expenses?

Impossible.

Even if that were to happen, would Shirai really provide the money? If I became impoverished and Shirai reneged on her promise, I’d be left stranded. It’s like having my life and death controlled by someone else. And even if that’s not her intention, her methods are just too reckless. Demanding I donate my entire fortune is absolutely absurd.

Even if Shirai’s declaration were true, does this woman really have the financial means to support the living expenses of a high school boy? Where does her money come from? Does she earn it herself?

My mind was becoming dizzy, thrown into confusion by Shirai’s completely maddening statements. I’m at a loss, unable to make sense of anything anymore.

” Th-that’s just unreasonable…”

“Is it really? Hmm… I thought it was a wonderful idea for the greater good… But I see, as someone who easily tramples on people’s feelings, you, Kuroda-kun, must have reservations about doing something good through donations. In that case, there’s no helping it. Let’s dispose of all of Kuroda-kun’s assets.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Huh? Oh! Could it be that Kuroda-kun thinks I’m trying to degrade him? Do you think I’m trying to retaliate against you for what you did to me yesterday by subjecting you to something awful? Oh, really, Kuroda-kun! There’s no way I could treat someone else as badly as you’ve treated me!”

With a pout and a playful expression, Shirai responds, appearing incredibly adorable.

“Kuroda-kun, your money must have been earned through nefarious means, right? You shouldn’t hold onto such dirty money. Besides, if you have funds you can use freely, you’ll just use them for bad things, won’t you? I suppose I can’t let you have any money after all.”

My funds are earned through legitimate means, through honest work. Though not obtained illegally, I have no evidence to refute her claim.

I… am a villain, a criminal.

There’s no hidden agenda in Shirai’s words and actions.

She straightforwardly confronted me with my sins, like an innocent and pure angel.

There’s no mercy in the judgment handed down by this angel, no leniency whatsoever.

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Shirai and I returned to the apartment where I resided alone. There, our linked arms were finally freed. Shirai had a very reluctant expression. Despite being close to each other the whole time, does she still want to be close…?

No, come to think of it, she was holding onto my arm not to get close but to prevent me from escaping…? Anyway, I won’t say anything unnecessary.

“Well then, I’ll start preparing dinner, so please stay within my sight, Kuroda-kun.”

“Can I help with anything?”

“There’s no need for that. As long as you stay within my sight, you can relax. Well, within my sight, that is.”

She must have said it three times because it was important.

Once should have been enough to understand. But I guess I have zero credibility around here.

Since there’s nothing else to do, I watched Shirai.

Shirai started cooking dinner efficiently. Her skilled hands implied she’s used to doing this, probably something she does regularly.

Certainly, the hand cooked meal I had for lunch was delicious. I still don’t know what that white thing was, though.

Without context, she’s like a devoted wife coming to take care of me. Or rather, that’s exactly what she’s doing.

Feeling the happiness of being able to eat the saint’s homemade meal, mixed with guilt for my mistakes, and the unsettling and incomprehensible behavior of Shirai… It’s enough to make me feel nauseous.

“Well, here it is, Kuroda-kun. I have a lot to do today, so I made it quickly! It’s carbonara and salad!”

It was a white pasta with lots of white sauce. Dotted around were bits of bacon, resembling red stains.

Shirai’s cooking could easily be sold at a restaurant for a good price.