I'm not going to be an Spirit! (Translate)

The girl had been mentally prepared for situations like this ever since she realized the world she was in was the world of Black Bullet. 

In this world, especially in Tokyo, people's tolerance for Cursed Children was almost nonexistent. 

Yet, seeing this scene unfold before her eyes, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. 

Maybe it was because the officers were going too far, or maybe it was because the real Nia Honjo's personality was influencing her just as playing Tokisaki Kurumi in the previous world had desensitized her to killing. 

The girls in this world seemed to evoke much stronger emotions in her. 

She forced herself to calm down, reining in her emotions. 

"Young man, doesn't this scene remind you of a plot from Silver Bullet?" Nia Honjo asked. "The middle of Volume 2 has a situation just like this." 

"Why are you bringing up your manga now?" Rentaro's face darkened. "This isn't the time to discuss that." 

"When the protagonist, Falma, was buying food on the street, he saw two patrol knights brutally lynching a wandering half demon girl. The girl had stolen food, and no one around her lifted a finger to help instead, they mocked her. So, to uphold his own sense of justice, Falma killed the two knights." 

Nia Honjo continued as if she hadn't heard him. "Young man, do you think Falma did the right thing?" 

"Justice isn't an excuse for violence. If everyone vents their sense of justice through violence, order will collapse," Rentaro replied, his tone heavy. "In a world like this, order is the last thread holding human civilization together. If we challenge that order for our own sense of justice, the whole world will fall apart." 

"But what if that order is built on the sacrifice of others?" Nia Honjo asked coldly. "Is such an order still worth preserving?" 

"..." 

Rentaro opened his mouth to respond but found no words. 

The scene before him made it impossible to justify anything. 

Finally, he smiled bitterly. "I don't know. I've always wanted to find the answer, but even now, I still don't know how to answer that question." 

"But without an answer, do you still think Falma actions were wrong?" 

"His justice is just fighting violence with violence, which only leads to more violence." 

"Then what is your justice?" Nia Honjo stared at him. "Standing by and doing nothing?" 

"I..." 

For a moment, Rentaro clenched his fists. 

Nia words pierced through his defenses like a sharp arrow, striking at his weakest point. 

"But what can I do?" 

Rentaro unclenched his fists, his voice filled with exhaustion. "Rush in and confront those officers to save the girl? Then get arrested for obstructing their duty? Leave Enju to fend for herself? Wait for Kisara to scrape together bail money? 

"I've done it before. I stood up to protect Cursed Children, and everyone around me paid the price for my recklessness. 

I can't let others suffer the consequences of my so called justice anymore..." 

Looking at Rentaro, who seemed to have aged a decade in an instant, Nia turned her head away silently. 

Rentaro Satomi was undoubtedly unfortunate. 

As a minor, he'd been thrust into this broken society. His thoughts were more mature than most, yet not mature enough. 

He possessed power beyond that of an ordinary person, enough to overcome individual challenges, but not enough to change the values of an entire society. 

He was stuck in the middle, unsure of where to go or what the right choice was. 

So, he followed society's expectations, doing what most people wanted him to do. 

His heart yearned for justice, but in the face of society's overwhelming weight, his justice was not allowed. 

Some called him a hypocrite because, whatever the reason, he didn't act on his ideals. 

But Nia Honjo thought he was just an ordinary person. 

Isn't that what ordinary people are like? 

Even if they disagree with the mainstream, they still follow it. 

They want to change things but are afraid of losing what they have, so they hesitate. 

They don't want to admit they're complicit in injustice, so they show kindness whenever they can. 

In the original story, Rentaro had once seen officers taking a Cursed Child to a secluded spot to brutally beat them. He didn't step in because he couldn't afford the price of his justice. 

But after the officers left, he desperately rushed the dying child to the hospital, even though it meant paying a hefty, uninsured medical bill and making his own life even harder. 

Was this pointless hypocrisy? 

No. It was the greatest act of resistance he could muster under society's oppression. 

"Ah, Rentaro, you really are an incredibly ordinary and boring person." 

"Is that some kind of advanced sarcasm?" 

"No, it's actually a compliment." Nia smiled. "In this twisted world, being ordinary is a rare quality." 

"Sigh... I hope you can understand." 

"But I still don't think this should be happening." 

Nia Honjo looked at the two officers bullying the helpless girl, her tone complex. "I lost hope in this world a long time ago, so I locked myself in the church and lost myself in fantasy. But I can't just stand by and watch." 

"You..." 

"Even though I'm disillusioned with the world's hypocrisy and darkness, children are innocent. Don't you think so?" 

"What I think doesn't matter. What matters is what society thinks." Rentaro shook his head. "We can't change society. Trying to stop a chariot with a mantis's arm will only lead to destruction." 

"Maybe so, but I still want to try." 

Nia Honjo turned to Rentaro, her expression serious. "For the sake of the children, I want to make one last effort." 

"But our strength is too weak. We're powerless." 

"By the way, do you remember what I told you yesterday?" 

"What?" 

"I'm the chosen nun, the agent of God." 

"You mean that nonsense you spouted when you were drunk? What about it?" 

"Actually, it wasn't nonsense." 

The corners of Nia Honjo's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile. 

"Young man, do you want to witness a miracle?"