Shamrook Empire Palace:
One of the servants was cleaning, constantly glancing around nervously.
She slowly stepped forward, aiming to enter one of the rooms—but two soldiers blocked the way.
With a cold glare and a mischievous smile under her breath, she said:
"Damn… looks like I'll have to kill both of you."
She drew a dagger with a swift motion, ready to move forward and finish the task… but suddenly paused.
The two soldiers were talking to each other:
"Let's go grab a bite."
But the other soldier frowned.
"Yet the prince Raito said not to move from the gate."
The first soldier patted him on the shoulder, laughing:
"Relax, you're new, you don't get it… not even the empire's own guards can enter the palace, let alone an enemy. Come on, don't worry."
The second soldier nodded, and both passed by the door.
The woman smiled, stepping backwards into the room.
All that could be seen through the doorway was her sinister smile.
But when she fully entered, she froze.
Her eyes widened as she whispered:
"Ah damn… you bastards…"
The room was filled with soldiers in black armor, all staring at her with shock and fear.
The soldiers drew their swords.
One of them shouted:
"You're alone… what are you doing in this room?"
The woman gave a fake smile and calmly said:
"Well, I came to take Prince Raito's sword."
Suddenly, the soldiers tensed, gripping their spears and swords tightly, shouting:
"Hands up! Now!"
The woman stood composed, her voice cold:
"Seems like you don't believe me… well, that's your fault."
In a lightning-fast motion, she extended her hand toward them.
Three small daggers shot out from between her fingers, striking a soldier with deadly speed.
He fell to the ground in a spray of blood, the weight of the attack still palpable in the air.
One of the soldiers' eyes widened, whispering:
"What… what was that? Did anyone see that?"
The room was filled with stunned silence.
But the woman remained calm, poised for her next move…
She still stood there with a wicked smile.
The soldiers prepared to attack—but suddenly, all froze, eyes wide and sweat dripping down their faces.
The woman calmly adjusted her clothes—but beneath her servant's outfit was no ordinary attire.
A tight black suit covered her from head to toe.
Her waist was lined with small daggers, and two swords rested on her arms.
With a swift motion, she drew the swords and raised her fist.
In a cold voice, she said:
"Since you refused to hand over that sword… I'll have to take it by force."
The commander shouted in rage and fear:
"Do not let that woman live… don't let her touch the sacred sword!"
The soldiers charged.
The hallway was empty; only the woman and the remaining three soldiers could be seen.
The sound of tearing flesh, bones, and screams echoed through the corridor.
One by one, the soldiers fell—daggers piercing from forehead to heart, slicing through armor, leaving them lifeless on the ground.
Only three remained: the commander and two soldiers trembling with fear and sweat.
The woman licked her knife and faced them, eyes glinting with deadly excitement.
The atmosphere was suffocating, as if even breathing was impossible…
With a sly, seductive voice, she said:
"Don't want to come closer?"
The commander gritted his teeth and shoved the two trembling soldiers forward:
"Go ahead, you cowards!"
The two soldiers ran toward her—but as they approached—
Ooouuughghghgh!
The two swords on her arms plunged straight into their abdomens, still suspended in the air.
They fell, blood soaking the floor, lifeless and silent.
The commander, sweat dripping from his forehead, teeth clenched, hands trembling, stepped back, eyes filled with fear and disbelief.
He drew his sword, remembering a similar one that had been broken by this woman in Japan.
The woman stepped forward, a cold smile on her face:
"I suppose you're the commander of these soldiers… looks like you're quite strong."
The commander, shaking, dropped his sword and tried to grab Prince Raito's sword, but no matter how hard he tried, it wouldn't budge from the stone.
His eyes fell on another sword—a black one, with a thick hilt streaked with flickering red.
He thought:
"This one is strong… I'll take it."
But the moment his hand touched the hilt—
The hilt opened its mouth, filled with sharp teeth like fangs!
When the commander tried to grab the sword, the hilt bit firmly into his palm.
Ahhhhhh!
"Let go, damn it… this sword is alive?!"
The woman stepped back in surprise, sensing the danger.
The commander slowly stiffened, like a mummified corpse; the sword of blood devoured his flesh and skin.
In the end, only his bones remained.
His hand separated from the hilt, but the sword, with a screeching, wailing sound, shouted:
"Not enough!"
Suddenly, a dangerous energy burst from the sword, screaming loudly:
"Not enough…!"
The woman froze in fear, her eyes wide:
"What… what kind of sword is this?!"