"Die!" The blood-soaked great saber was raised, reflecting a chilling gleam under the sunlight. Sadness permeated as members of the Royal Family closed their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the old Emperor's tragic death before them. Only the Eldest Princess kept her eyes on her father, her gaze unwaveringly fixed with sorrow, determined to see him through this final journey...
"Clang!"
Suddenly, a crisp sound echoed, not the imagined sound of metal piercing flesh, but more like metal clashing against metal.
The crowd opened their eyes, their faces filled with astonishment. Under the great saber was a sturdy hand, firmly grasping the blade.
The owner of the hand was a person in black robes.
With one hand holding the great saber, the black-robed figure raised a flame with the other, turning the painting into ashes.
"With the blood surging behind you, I can kill you without needing to confirm with the portrait."
"Who are you!"
