"That's good. I don't know how I would feel without Nanatsu-yoru. On one hand, it reminds me of the fact that monsters consider me an even greater monster than them. On the other hand, it has always served me well when I was forced to fight to protect Mikisa."

Shiki clenches and and opens his right hand as he remembers the feel and the weight of his knife, the last relic of his birth family.