"You're lying!" Shirakawa Miki screamed.
"Oh yeah, he also said that only those who escape reality would blindly believe in such doctrines." Fushimi Roku struck again.
"Impossible! Master Asahara could never say such things!"
Shirakawa Miki's face twisted, she struggled frantically to pull her head out, scraping blood all over her cheeks.
In the cluttered room, Minamoto Tamako and Fujiwara Homare were petrified, exchanging looks but daring not to utter a sound.
"He did say it, why would I lie to you? Unfortunately, I didn't record it, otherwise you'd be able to savor his disgraceful demeanor before he died… Logically speaking, he should be the least afraid of death, right? He's about to enjoy the Western Paradise, so why would he be scared enough to run away?" Fushimi Roku pushed further.
"Impossible! Impossible! You're lying to me!" Shirakawa Miki repeated endlessly.
