Cinderella: Book 3 Chapter 4

## Verse 1

Finish anyone who gets in your way.

The opposition and any allies who raised an objection to her methods...

All were taken care of.

The only ones left were the loyal henchmen, the seat at the head of the family was now vacant.

"Let's announce the next successor, shall we?"

"We can do that anytime, right? Before that we need to mop up the **leftovers**."

"...And their families?"

"**Kill them all**. That's obvious, isn't it?"

Giving orders like it was nothing, the woman was gulping down sake.

There was only one step remaining towards her objective.

Anyone who would hinder that...

 You've crossed me for the last time.

 I won't let anything stop me now —

 Not anyone, and especially not these damned visions!

## Verse 2

I have killed many.

Directly or indirectly.

I don't remember the number.

But it doesn't affect me at all.

## Verse 3

The men didn't think

a woman, would aim for the top.

That's why I could have such fun using them.

## Verse 4

How does it feel to be kicked by a woman

no better than a mistress?

How does it feel biting your nails

as you contemplate why it had to be this way?

## Verse 5

For a woman to stand at the top,

she has to have much more ability than a man in the same position.

She won't be considered an equal

unless she is exceedingly superior.

## Verse 6

That's why the moment I decided to rise to the top,

they had already lost.

Because I already had far more ability

than any of them.

## Verse 7

This isn't some story where a prince saves the

weak princess.

This is a story where a spiteful woman

captures her own damn castle.

## Verse 8

Are you asking me if I regret trampling over others?

Don't be absurd.

In the end, only the one standing at the top

has any right to speak.

## Verse 9

A castle I won fighting with my own hands.

...Oh, but...

What do I do once I have my castle...?

## Verse 10

*Before*

At the place where the succession was to be announced, the woman drained the **cup**, signifying her oath.

It was something all the men present had hoped to do, themselves.

All of them had fought tooth and nail to achieve that **dream**.

The woman flaunted the cup before her.

"Now I'm the **boss** of this organization. Anyone got a problem with that?!"

The men kept their heads down in silence.

"...What?"

The woman pressed her hands to her eyes.

Everything she saw sparkled.

The room's lights were terribly bright.

"This is...?"

 Wait a minute. I get it now.

 These visions, these illusions. They're all...

 Keeheehee...

 Have you finally realized your betrayal?

 Damn it... It was them!

*After*

The sake cup falls from the woman's hand.

A little later, she too collapsed.

Yet no one extended their hand to help.

"You went too far."

"You..."

The loyal underlings murmured sadly.

"No one opposed it. I'll take care of the rest. You can just rest in peace."

"...Hey."

"All of you, **die**eeeee!"

As if sounding her voice from the pits of hell, the woman screamed **curses** as her consciousness drifted away.

## Discordant Poem

Anyone in her way got taken out.

The woman laughed, saying all that was left was to clean up the leftovers.

Those lips mercilessly gave the order — "Kill them all."

They drank sake before the succession announcement.

But, suddenly her eyes filled with a bright light.

The energy gradually drained from her body.

The woman sensed that something was wrong.

No one opposed killing her.

Not even the underlings she trusted.

The woman who used everything she could

was herself used in the end.