If Alice’s battle was an elegant and cruel ballet of death.
Elizabeth’s battle was a hypnotic magic show full of charm and control.
Then, Mia’s battle…
Was a pure, unreasonable beastly carnival of violence aesthetics.
"Roar—!! (Finally, it’s my turn!)"
Accompanied by a roar of long-suppressed excitement, the silver-haired beast girl who had been standing still, looking harmless to humans and animals alike, moved.
There was no omen.
No run-up.
She simply kicked off the ground.
BOOM!!!
The obsidian ground beneath her feet shattered instantly, as if struck by a meteorite, leaving a spiderweb-like crater half a meter deep.
Her petite body transformed into a bolt of silver lightning that the naked eye could barely track, tearing through the air with a piercing sonic boom, heading straight for the completely stunned knight commander, Gareth!
She was too fast!
So fast that even a gold-rank powerhouse like Gareth only had time to instinctively raise his heavy shield in front of him.
"CLANG—!!!!!"
A deafening metallic clash, enough to pierce eardrums, suddenly exploded!
That was not the sound of blades colliding.
It was…
A fist.
A small, delicate-looking white fist, with neatly trimmed nails, slammed squarely and without any flourish into the heavy shield made of refined steel and reinforced with a Holy Light protection spell.
Time seemed to freeze for a second.
Then.
"Crack… crack-crack…"
Reflected in Gareth’s pupils, which were dilated with terror, fine cracks began to emerge from the point of impact on the thick shield that was supposed to withstand a direct hit from a battering ram.
The cracks spread rapidly like a spiderweb.
Finally.
BOOM!!!
The entire shield, along with the Holy Light spell upon it, shattered!
It turned into metal shards flying through the air!
"Pfft—!"
A terrifying recoil force transmitted through his arm. Gareth felt a sweetness in his throat as a mouthful of blood sprayed out.
The prideful strength he possessed, enough to crack boulders, was a joke in front of this beast girl whose arms were thinner than his!
"You…"
Gareth didn't even finish his sentence.
A furry yet explosive little foot had already printed itself onto his breastplate.
BANG!!!
Amidst the heavy impact.
The majestic commander of the Black Iron Knight Order was sent flying like a baseball hit for a home run, screaming all the way.
His heavy plate armor, crafted by dwarven masters, now had a clear footprint sunken into the chest, with the surrounding plates cracked inch by inch.
"THUD!"
Gareth smashed heavily into the ground over ten meters away, creating a large human-shaped crater. After a few struggles, he passed out cold.
One strike.
With just a single strike, a genuine gold-rank powerhouse was taken out instantly.
Though not dead, looking at the collapsed state of his sternum, he wasn't far from it.
"Hmph, not much of a fighter."
Mia shook her foot, her face showing a look of lingering dissatisfaction.
She ignored the big guy who had lost his fighting capacity and turned around, casting her wild, silver pupils toward the remaining soldiers who were already scared out of their wits and scattering in all directions.
That look was as if she were seeing… a pile of running, fragrant…
Big bones.
"Hehe…"
Mia grinned, revealing a bright smile full of "appetite."
"Don't run!"
"Play with me for a bit!"
Her figure turned into silver lightning once more, plunging into the already collapsed tide of steel.
If Alice’s attack was "precision cutting."
Then Mia’s attack was "violent disassembly."
She didn't even bother looking for joints or weaknesses.
In her eyes, those so-called refined steel armors were no different from a thin layer of tin.
"Crunch!"
A knight trying to block with a shield was swatted away by her claw, knight and shield together. Five claw marks deep enough to see bone were left on the shield.
"Rip!"
Another knight’s breastplate was torn open as easily as paper, revealing a terrified face inside.
"Bang!"
An adjutant trying to escape was caught from behind and pinned to the ground.
She didn't use her claws or teeth.
Instead, like a playful puppy finding a new toy, she sat on the adjutant’s back, grabbed his two legs, and began to frantically…
Rub him against the ground.
"Help! My butt is being ground flat!"
The adjutant let out a heart-wrenching scream.
This kind of humiliation was ten thousand times worse than being killed outright!
Mia was having the time of her life, making excited "wuwu" sounds in her throat.
She even remembered Victor’s previous instruction—"keep them alive."
Therefore, she was "merciful" enough not to bite through the throats of these "toys."
Instead…
"Snap!"
She bit down on a knight’s knee.
Accompanied by the crisp sound of shattering bone, the knight rolled frantically on the ground, clutching his leg.
His kneecap…
Had been chewed to pieces by her like a cracker!
"Ooh! Delicious!"
Mia’s eyes lit up.
She found that these "bones" wearing tin cans were crunchy and much more satisfying to chew than that leopard from before!
And so.
A bizarre and terrifying scene appeared on the battlefield.
A petite and exquisite beast girl moved through the crowd like a silver whirlwind.
Wherever she passed, there were no fatal wounds, only the sound of bones breaking and heart-wrenching screams.
"Ah! My arm!"
"My leg!"
"A devil! She’s a bone-eating devil!"
The knights completely broke down.
They would rather have their heads snipped off by Alice’s scissors than be gnawed on as a chew toy by this little monster!
The battle ended extremely quickly.
When Mia licked the last trace of blood from the corner of her mouth, still wanting more.
The entire battlefield had turned into a human hell of mourning.
There wasn't a single intact body.
Only wounded men missing arms or legs lay groaning across the ground.
They were like a pile of toy soldiers broken by a bratty child, slumped on the ground in various distorted poses, their eyes filled with nothing but emptiness and despair.
The Black Iron Knight Order, an elite force that once made countless enemies tremble in fear.
In front of the three "nurses" of the Benevolent Heart Clinic, they hadn't even lasted ten minutes before being completely wiped out.
…
"Oh my god… oh my god…"
Behind the window on the third floor of the castle.
The old hunter John leaned against the windowsill, watching the scene below that looked like a slaughterhouse, his whole body shaking like a sieve.
His weather-beaten heart had been repeatedly ravaged countless times tonight.
He saw how the little girl in the black dress disassembled knights like building blocks.
He saw how the red-haired she-devil played with blood in the palm of her hand.
He saw even more clearly how the beast girl, who looked the most innocent and cute, chewed through human bones like snacks.
This…
What kind of clinic was this?
What kind of exiles were these?
This was clearly a…
Demon King’s army composed of the highest-level dark creatures from legends!
And that young man he had treated as a "poor child" and even tried to "save"…
John’s gaze involuntarily drifted toward the man who had been standing on the balcony from start to finish, even leisurely sipping coffee.
Victor.
He was the… master of all this.
He was the true… owner of this group of terrifying monsters.
John suddenly remembered the legend of the Pale Demon.
It turned out…
Those seemingly absurd rumors…
Were all true!
In fact…
They were a hundred times more terrifying than the legends!
"What… what on earth… did I pick up?"
John’s eyes rolled back, and he felt like he was about to suffocate.
He watched the knights below being dragged into the castle like dead dogs by the Security Brigade of skeletons, and only one thought remained in his mind.
It’s over.
The Corvinus family…
Had provoked an existence they absolutely, definitely should not have provoked.
Downstairs.
Mia was dangling a femur she had just detached from some unlucky soul in her mouth, running up to Victor like a puppy seeking a reward, rubbing against his pant leg.
"Director, look! This bone is so hard! It tastes great!"
Victor patted her blood-stained silver hair, a kind smile appearing on his face.
"If you like it, eat more."
"Don't rush, there are dozens more inside."
He looked at the "spoils of war" scattered across the ground, his eyes filled with the joy of a bountiful harvest.
"Elizabeth, prepare the accounts."
"Alice, prepare the operating room."
"Tonight… we’re working overtime!"
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