"A bunch of women playing at being mysterious!"
Knight Captain Gareth looked at the three seemingly frail figures at the door, his golden pupils filled with disdain and brutality.
In his eyes, this was nothing more than that waste Victor's final struggle.
Finding three decent-looking women—was he trying to use a honey trap?
Laughable!
In the face of absolute power and the judgment of the Holy Light, even the most beautiful skin was nothing more than a skeleton beneath the flesh!
"Crush them!"
Gareth let out a furious roar, and the warhorse beneath him accelerated again.
He raised the 【Blade of Judgment】 high. Blazing holy light battle qi condensed on the blade, transforming into a ten-meter-long golden sword light. With a momentum that could sever anything, it slashed viciously toward Mia, who stood in the center.
He wanted to use the most direct and violent method to wipe these eyesore "decorations," along with that evil castle, from the face of this world!
However.
Facing this strike that could split mountains and shatter stone.
Mia didn't even move. She simply licked her lips, her silver pupils brimming with an excited fighting spirit.
Instead, it was the gothic lolita on her left—the one who looked the smallest and most harmless—who moved first.
"Oh dear, the Director said he wants them alive."
Alice tilted her head, her face showing an expression full of trouble and innocence.
"If such a big sword swings down, it will ruin the 'materials.'"
"There's no other way..."
She sighed as if making a difficult decision.
"I'll just have to... snip off this bothersome toy of yours first."
As soon as she finished speaking.
Her figure vanished.
It wasn't a teleportation.
Rather, with an inconceivable speed, she turned into a black afterimage, charging upstream against that golden sword light that was capable of melting steel!
"Seeking death!"
Seeing this, the cruel grin on Gareth's face grew even wider.
A little girl without even a hint of battle qi dared to head-on a full-strength strike from a gold-rank knight?
It was like a mantis trying to stop a carriage—she was looking for her own grave!
However, in the next second.
The smile on his face froze completely.
He saw that the black afterimage was not torn to pieces by the sword light as he had imagined.
Instead...
Like a dancing black butterfly, with an extremely eerie posture that completely defied the laws of physics, she performed a light spin in mid-air.
She not only dodged the sharpest part of the sword light but even used the force of the sword-wind to draw ghost-like close to the charging knight formation!
"What?!"
Gareth's pupils suddenly constricted.
This movement technique...
He couldn't understand it at all!
This wasn't just simple speed; this was like... a weightless ghost dancing!
Alice landed lightly on the back of a horse belonging to a heavy knight in the front row.
She even had the leisure to give that bewildered knight a sweet smile that could make anyone feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.
"Uncle, the lines of your armor... are so messy."
As she spoke, she raised the silver 【great scissors】 that were taller than she was.
"Let me help you... trim them."
"Snip—!!!"
A metallic clashing sound, so crisp it felt like it could sever a soul, suddenly exploded!
The knight didn't even have time to react.
He only felt a cold sensation at his wrist.
Looking down.
His right hand, encased in a steel gauntlet and gripping a long spear, was actually...
Along with half his arm, snipped clean off by those terrifying scissors!
The cut was as smooth as a mirror; one could even clearly see the cross-section of the bone and the blood vessels that had been instantly severed!
"Aaaahhhh—!!!"
The delayed, searing pain made the knight let out a heart-wrenching scream.
But before he could finish.
"Snip!"
Another sound.
His left arm flew out as well.
"Snip! Snip!"
Knees.
Ankles.
Alice's movements were fast as lightning, yet they carried a strange precision, as if a surgeon were performing a "joint separation surgery."
She didn't attack the vital areas protected by armor.
She specifically targeted the wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles—the joints where the armor connections were weakest.
With every snip, there was the crisp sound of metal shattering and the muffled groan of a knight in pain.
This wasn't a battle.
This was... disassembling parts.
Thud.
In just three seconds.
The heavy knight, who had been so majestic just a moment ago, had turned into a four-limbed "human pillar," rolling off his horse and twitching in agony on the ground.
He wasn't dead.
But the despair of having every tendon in his limbs snipped, of being completely rendered helpless, was ten thousand times more terrifying than death.
And this was only the beginning.
"Next one."
Alice stood on her tiptoes, lightly tapping the horse's back.
Her figure turned into a black whirlwind again, like the scythe in the hands of the Grim Reaper, elegantly and cruelly cutting into that torrent of steel.
"Snip!"
"My hand!"
"Snip!"
"My leg!"
"Snip! Snip! Snip!"
The battlefield instantly became Alice's solo stage.
She seemed to be dancing a waltz filled with the breath of death.
Her black skirt fluttered, the 【great scissors】 opening and closing in her hands. Every flash of silver represented a knight falling.
Those battle-hardened, fearless black iron knights were as fragile as toys made of tin foil before her.
The steel armor they were so proud of was thinner than paper before those scissors.
Their skilled combat techniques were nothing but a joke in the face of her completely illogical speed and movement.
"Monster! She's a monster!"
"Don't come over here! Stay away!"
Fear.
Pure, uncontrollable fear spread through the knight order like a plague.
They weren't afraid of death.
But they were afraid of this helpless slaughter, of being disassembled like spare parts!
The scene before them had exceeded their understanding of "combat."
In the dark red pupils of that seemingly innocent gothic lolita, there was no reverence for life at all.
There was only...
The kind of focus, curiosity, and cruelty a child has when disassembling their favorite toy.
"Hold the line! Everyone hold the line!"
"Mage corps! Use area-of-effect magic! Burn her to ashes!"
Gareth watched his proud elite force being torn to pieces by a mysterious little girl in less than a minute, his eyes nearly splitting with rage.
The few mages following the army immediately began chanting spells.
However.
Before their Fireball spells could even condense.
A sweet, bloody-scented 【Blood Mist】 silently enveloped them.
"What is this... it smells so good..."
A young mage subconsciously took a breath.
In the next second.
His eyes became dazed, and the staff in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
"Hehe... butterflies... so many pretty butterflies..."
He giggled, reaching out to grab at the air like an idiot.
"Not good! It's a mental toxin!"
The leading mage was experienced and immediately held his breath, wanting to retreat.
But it was too late.
A stunning figure, appearing as if she had stepped out of a pool of blood, appeared before him at some unknown time.
"Sleep, little cutie."
Elizabeth extended a slender finger and lightly tapped the mage's forehead.
The mage's body stiffened, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and then he slumped down softly.
He fell asleep.
He was even snoring.
"Next one."
Elizabeth licked her red lips, rushing into the panicked group of mages like an elegant leopard.
...
On the other side of the battlefield.
Gareth watched his proud charging formation being turned upside down by a single little girl in a black dress.
He watched his mage support being taken down one by one by that red-haired female demon.
For the first time, his heart—fortified by holy light and as hard as steel—began to...
Waver.
What... what kind of damn place was this?
Those two women... what kind of monsters were they?!
In that split second while he was dazed.
A wild aura filled with primitive bestiality rushed toward him.
"Roar—! (My turn!)"
The silver-haired beast girl, who had been standing still all this time, finally moved.
She didn't even use a weapon.
She simply bared her teeth, revealing a battle-hungry smile.
Then, like a cannonball fired from its tube, she charged straight for him!
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