Sword, Tiara and High Heels

Walldam’s thick, log-like neck was easily cut with the knife held in the attractive girl’s hand.

Walldam was unable to fathom what had occurred.

There was no pain.

Instead, it was his natural instincts that informed him that the knife, which had just passed by his neck, had severed his carotid artery. Soon later, Walldam felt a burning heat around his neck.

The next thing he noticed was the torrent of red oozing from his neck wound.

Every time Walldam’s heart beat, the fountain of red would erupt, slowly staining the back alley red.

“Damn it……”

Walldam let out a low groan as his colossal body fell to the ground kicking up a cloud of dust.

Then, after a fit, he breathed his last.

“Wow…” Even from Gil’s point of view, it all happened instantly.

Seletina had slipped through like a cloud of mist just as he had predicted Walldam’s strong arm would seize her, and she had sliced Walldam’s neck.

The little girl’s exquisite performance left him speechless. He was also sternly admonished by his instincts not to mess with Seletina.

“Who are you?” Gil asked.
“……”

However, Seletina did not answer.

She gazed forward like a predator sizing up its prey after wiping the blood from her knife.

Shivers ran down Gil’s spine. There was no doubt in the girl’s eyes, as far as he could see.

When someone killed another, they would undergo a powerful storm of emotions.

These emotions could manifest themselves as regret, sadness, or even rage. Each person’s experience was unique. However, the sight of death would definitely shake one’s heart.

But Gil didn’t see Seletina show any signs of that.

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Her deep blue eyes were staring directly at him as if saying that this was nothing more than a task on her daily to-do list.

Gil perceived Seletina as surreal and disturbing. Almost as if a monster had taken on the form of a human.

“If you give me my brother back…”
“What was that?”
“If you return my brother back I will consider sparing you. But I want you to promise that you will never do anything like this again.”

Seletina said, pointing her knife at Gil. Her tone was somewhat harsh, like that of an upset child1.

Gil’s eyes narrowed.

“No can do,” He spoke, voicing his disapproval, then unsheathed his katana.

The weapon which he’d imported from the East shone with a silvery glow.

“I see…”
“I have my pride. I can’t run away from a little girl. And, I’ll have you know that I’m quite strong.”

A battle-hardened aura enveloped Gil as soon as he said that.

The aura was so strong that it made one’s hair stand on end. Such an aura was a privilege reserved only for the strong.

Seletina could feel that Gil was no pushover.

She crouched down and held her knife so the blade pointed down. There were no gaps in her movement.

Gil and Seletina’s eyes met.

Even though it was already autumn, the slightly warm air stuck like glue to Seletina’s skin.

The alley was shrouded in a tense, restless silence.

No one gave the signal.

The two simply rushed forward with the purpose of killing each other.

A sharp noise resonated through the back alley as the katana and the knife’s blades met2.