A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

The imperial robe was not oversized, which allowed her to accentuate her curvaceous figure.

Dorothea was the last experiment, the Elf Queen's last hope.

The Elf Queen will absolutely not let her go, and will not let her die.

Even if they die, they should only be killed after the experiment is completed and it is found that they have no further use.

“I am not your daughter.” Dorothea spat on the ground, the spit filled with blood.

"It really saddens me," the Elf Queen said, but she was smiling.

Rumors circulate that the Elf Queen is kind and a rare and wise ruler.

But in reality, the Elf Queen is a madwoman, and everything about her is just a disguise.

Twisted, sadistic...

“But I never expected that my daughter would also reach the age of romance.” The Elf Queen lifted Dorothea’s chin, looking at her with great interest.

Dorothea's breath hitched; she remembered that Heimson was still beside her.

“He certainly seems like a good man,” the Elf Queen said with a smile.

"Shut up," Dorothea said coldly.

"Go open that box and take the sword inside," the Queen said.

Inside that decaying box lay a sword that could age and decay everything.

Moving this sword to this place has cost countless lives.

The Queen always used this sword to experiment on her subjects.

The only downside is that the test subject has to walk over and pick up the sword himself.

After all, no one can force the sword into the hands of the test subject.

However, it is quite easy for someone who has been raised and brainwashed as an experimental subject since childhood to willingly take up a sword.

It's Dorothea, who ran away, who's too self-centered, so the Queen has to resort to some threats.

"Put her down," the queen said to the giant.

Without a word, the giant unlocked the chains binding Dorothea's limbs.

Dorothea slammed to the ground, then glared at the Queen.

The Queen showed no anger, but uttered a vicious remark to her.

"Go." The Queen's eyes were filled with fervor.

She was eager to succeed; this was her last chance.

"..." Dorothea struggled to get up.

"Dorothea, come back!" Heimson shouted.

That box doesn't look like a normal thing at all.

"Don't speak, Heimson," Dorothea interrupted Heimson.

"Shut up." The giant also glanced at Heimson.

Dorothea dragged her heavy steps toward the box containing the sword.

Dorothea felt a bone-chilling cold just by getting close.

Instinct told her that she would die if she went any further.

But Dorothea still walked toward the box.

Open the box and pick up the sword inside.

As the sword blade sliced ​​through the air, the surrounding air became incredibly viscous, as if some unseen substance had been left behind.

Dorothea was unaffected by the sword.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh!!!!!!!!!!" The Queen let out a joyful cry.

"It's you, you are my creation!! The perfect elf!!" The Queen cupped her face in her hands, her eyes filled with fervent adoration as she looked at Dorothea.

"My daughter, my masterpiece!!!" The maniacal voice echoed in the basement.

The fact that Dorothea did not age proves that the remaining concepts on the sword were useless to her.

She has a tolerance for concepts.

"..." However, Dorothea did not look well.

Cold sweat kept dripping from her forehead.

Her vision blurred, and her mind began to wander.

"Come here and show me your power." The Queen looked at Dorothea with delight, her voice so kind.

"What is this?" But Dorothea did not hear the Queen's words.

Dorothea noticed that her body was starting to feel strange.

"What are these things?" Scales, tumors, and hairs—things that shouldn't be on my body have grown out of me.

Her pupils also began to deform, becoming unusual and more like a dragon's.

Stimulated by the concept, the silver-type components mixed within Dorothea's body began to awaken.

Conflicting bloodlines collide, twisting Dorothea's body.

"Oh oh oh!!!" Seeing Dorothea's ferocious appearance, the Queen was overjoyed.

How beautiful it is! It is a symbol of power.

Disgusting? No, this is a different kind of beauty.

"Your Majesty, be careful of this monster." The giant put down Heimson and stood in front of the Queen.

Dorothea was no longer recognizable as human; calling her a monster wouldn't be an exaggeration.

The giant felt a strong threat from Dorothea.

"She's in critical condition..."

With a "whoosh," Dorothea swung her sword with her only normal right hand, beheading the giant.

There was no bleeding from the wound.

The severed neck turned into countless dust particles, just like a withered leaf being crushed.

Then the body that falls down begins to age and wither.

"Oh my god! This is something that can rival the Silver Species! My creation!"

The queen went completely mad, even ignoring the fact that she might be killed.

"You are the monster I created, capable of killing gods."

“She’s not a monster,” Heimson said coldly.

He then ran toward Dorothea, who was like an alien.

“Let’s go.” Heimson took Dorothea’s other hand.

"..." Dorothea couldn't even make a sound.

But Heimsen understood that Dorothea was still Dorothea, unchanged.

At least she didn't attack herself.

"What are you afraid of?" Heimson grinned mischievously.

"..." Seeing his slightly sly smile, Dorothea was taken aback, then let Heimson pull her away.

The sight of a thin, frail young man leading a monster as he runs is utterly incongruous.

But the monster remained silent and simply followed the young man away.

"What do you want to do?!?!" The Queen screamed incoherently when she saw Heimson pull Dorothea away.

"Die!!! She's mine!!!! She's mine!" Completely devoid of decorum, the Empress acted like a madwoman.

"You lowly commoner! Don't touch my masterpiece!!!" she screamed, furious.

"Let go, you lowly commoner." The Elf Queen's voice was like a chilling wind.

With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a gust of wind that struck Heimson's wrist.

How could the Queen of the Elves be a weakling?

As the queen of the White Court Kingdom, this empress possesses the strength of an A-rank adventurer.

He was adept at handling ordinary assassinations, let alone targeting an ordinary person.

"Swoosh—" Heimsen's wrist was severed without any surprise.

But strangely, no blood flowed.

Heimsen's wound, like that of the giant before him, resembled a broken, withered branch.

"..." Dorothea then noticed that Heimson's skin was beginning to wrinkle.

Even if the cursed sword didn't directly strike Heimsen, it was still affecting him.

"Clang—" Dorothea let go and threw the sword to the ground.

The stone bricks rotted instantly, as if they could be smashed into dust with a single punch.

"He...m...sen..." Dorothea, who was no longer holding the sword, slowly returned to normal.

However, he still has some difficulty speaking.

Without the continuous stimulation of concepts, those activated silver bloodlines fell silent.

“You…” Dorothea saw how old Heimson had become and two lines of tears fell from her eyes.

"Are you not going to marry me?" Heimson smiled slyly, despite the sharp pain in his hand.

"I will marry you," Dorothea answered without hesitation.

But the next moment, countless wind blades came from the direction of the Empress.

The dense wind blades ravaged Heimsen, but did not harm Dorothea in the slightest.

“If you marry me, come with me,” Heimson, covered in blood, said to Dorothea.

"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!" the Queen shouted.

You want to take Dorothea away? Take away the treasure you finally found with such difficulty!?

Impossible! Absolutely not allowed.

“My Dorothea, come back, my Dorothea.”

"Come back quickly." The Empress was starting to get a little neurotic.

No one knows exactly how sick this empress was.

"Come back, come back to my side."

"No." Dorothea refused the Queen, grabbed Heimson's arm, and started running.

The exit wasn't locked or anything; you could just run there and leave.

What's waiting outside doesn't matter; the important thing is to get out of this awful place first.

“Heimson…”

But there was no answer, no smirking laughter.

"..." Dorothea turned around abruptly and looked at the Elf Queen.

"Swoosh—" A sword pierced through Heimson, whom Dorothea was holding.

The queen used magic to throw the sword from the giant's body at him.

Heimsen collapsed to the ground, unable to utter a single word.

He was shot directly in the heart and died instantly.

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