Miss Surtr will ignite the world

"Giving intelligence to the enemy is not a good habit."

Esdeath refused to answer.

She stopped three meters in front of Surtr, which should have been a rather dangerous distance for her.

"Yeah."

Surtr shrugged, not caring.

This is not something that is difficult to guess.

The other person definitely didn't discover her at first, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to get here so easily. So it's only possible that she did something after entering the room, or before, that led to her being noticed.

It's unlikely. The most probable explanation is that the opponent noticed the magical energy fluctuations emitted when using the Holy Grail.

After all, it's in the room right across the street.

I'll be a little more careful next time.

Thinking this, Surtr swung his arm toward the ice wall again.

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 11: It's hard to say

The minister felt he might not be fully awake yet.

Can anyone tell him why his room is so cold?

The thick layer of fat couldn't withstand the cold that was constantly seeping into the minister's body. It was as if he were standing naked in the snow, and in just a short while, his body showed signs of freezing.

The darkness and the ice prevented him from seeing the outside world.

But he could guess who probably did it.

Esdeath.

yesterday.

Upon hearing the report, realizing that someone was plotting against him, the minister decisively moved his house next to Esdeath's.

He didn't believe anyone could break through the palace's tight security.

But what if?

The minister was undoubtedly afraid of death, so he moved house the very night he received the intelligence. Tell me, what place in the palace could be safer than Esdeath's side?

The answer is no.

Even if someone does come, the other side has enough to handle it.

The current situation undoubtedly proves this point.

Faint conversations reached her ears: Esdeath and another young woman.

But before he could hear the specifics, the ice shattered in front of him, and a scorching wave of air rushed towards him.

A magical flash illuminated the dark room.

The minister saw a hooded woman with long, fiery red hair cascading down her chest, dancing in the wind. She held a magnificent sword, her crimson gaze fixed on him without emotion.

Magical energy gathers in front of the sword blade.

Heat converges to a single point.

will die.

The minister's heart screamed this, his body stiff from the cold unable to dodge nimbly, his face turning to terror in an instant, but then revealing a panting breath of relief.

A crisp clanging sound came from in front of her. Esdeath invaded Surtr's front, her ice blade lifting the longsword and changing direction. The concentrated power pierced through the dome, revealing the sky stained with ink.

The icy blue pupils peeking out from beneath the mask radiated a burning gaze, staring intently into Surtr's eyes.

Don't ignore me.

Such a signal came into view.

Another cold glint flashed from his side toward his waist. As if he had foreseen the future, Surtr took two steps back before his opponent could act, perfectly avoiding the follow-up attack.

"It's always like this."

Esdeath muttered to herself as she stood in front of the minister, facing the expressionless Surtr.

She had already sensed it last time that the other party possessed some kind of ability similar to precognitive ability.

This is extremely difficult to handle.

However, Surtr now agrees that it's a tricky situation.

He gripped the sword hilt, feeling the power of the strike he had just received; it was clearly much stronger than when they met yesterday.

So, that mask really is one of the Imperial Arms?

After all, no one would normally come to rescue someone wearing a mask.

Although in principle a person can only use one Teigu, in the story, Will used two Teigu at once.

It's just that the burden is relatively heavy.

If the other party can do it, then there is no reason why this woman in front of us, the Empire, and even the strongest Esdeath in this world, cannot.

Despite knowing the plot, Surtr only knew a few of the more famous ones; the one on the other's face...

It's probably some kind of enhanced Imperial Arms.

My physical fitness has improved by more than one level compared to before.

This woman is getting stronger and stronger.

Surtr looked past Esdeath toward the minister.

She only has this one goal tonight, but to be honest, it's quite difficult to kill her while she's protected by an enhanced Esdeath.

It's difficult, but not impossible.

However, we obviously can't delay any longer, otherwise it will be very troublesome if there are too many people.

"Your Excellency, find a chance to run away on your own. I won't be able to take care of you later."

Speaking in front of the ministers without turning her head, Esdeath's gaze fell on Surtr's sword, her brows furrowing slightly beneath her mask.

"Oh, I would have done it even if you hadn't said anything."

As the minister spoke, he got out of bed, his large body hiding behind Esdeath, and cautiously looked at Surtr.

Just then, their eyes met those calm, purplish-red pupils.

A chill, completely different from the cold air in front of him, crept up the minister's spine, as if he were being watched by some terrifying creature. His imperial engine kicked in, and his body reacted faster than his mind.

The minister instinctively looked away, but this seemingly evasive behavior angered him.

He was a minister, someone even the emperor had to listen to, yet he was now frightened by an unknown assassin, which undoubtedly touched a nerve.

He forced his gaze back, but Surtr had already stopped paying attention to him.

He's nothing but a clown.

The minister's face flushed red, but he quickly lost interest in such a trivial matter.

The air grew still, and even the hurried footsteps of the soldiers gradually faded into the distance.

Inside the spacious room, Surtr and Esdeath stood silently facing each other, as if searching for the optimal attack distance.

Without any signal to start a war or any prior warning, almost simultaneously, the two of them vanished from their original positions.

The impact suddenly exploded from the center of the room.

A flash of silver light.

Esdeath's rapier, sharp as a spear, pierced toward Surtr's heart.

Surtr's eyes darted beneath his hood as he sidestepped the thrust, twisting his body to swing his longsword at Esdeath's waist in the instant he turned.

The sword light left afterimages in the air, but Esdeath's movement to sheathe her sword was incredibly fast. She struck Surtr with her blade before he could react, knocking him away from her, and then launched another counterattack.

The replicas of precious objects clashed repeatedly in the air with the slender sword formed from solid ice. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged dozens of blows, causing tables and chairs to overturn and carpets to shatter. The sounds of metal clashing against metal echoed throughout the room.

The attacks and defenses were so swift that the naked eye couldn't keep up with them. Even though the minister had studied at the King of Fighters Temple, he could only see the afterimages left by the two in the air.

Moonlight streamed down from the pierced dome, and the sounds of red and blue intertwined in the moonlight, like a beautiful dance performance.

A captivating sword dance that you'll want to watch forever.

It's a real shame that the audience only has one obese minister.

Of course, the minister did not forget what he should be doing.

He was clearly more concerned about his own life than about performing.

Without even having time to change his clothes, shirtless, he staggered out of the house as if fleeing for his life.

Surtr glanced in the direction the minister had fled.

"It's best not to look around during a battle."

Esdeath blocked Surtr's view, and swept her sword horizontally.

"My target this time is the minister."

Surtr took a half step back in an instant, avoiding the attack.

"Then you'll need to defeat me first."

"That's hard to say."

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 12: It's probably on fire.

"That's hard to say."

Surtr gave a calm reply, then continued wielding his longsword as if nothing had happened.

Esdeath couldn't understand why the other party was so confident that they could kill the minister under her protection. Based on just yesterday's battle, she still knew too little about the other party.

She can heal Najenda, manipulate flames, conjure greatswords out of thin air, and even silently break through the palace's heavy security to precisely reach the minister's room.

The opponent's abilities are undoubtedly far more diverse than those of ordinary Imperial Arms users, so she wouldn't be surprised if there were any other hidden tricks up her sleeve.

Be extremely vigilant.

While blocking the opponent's attacks, Esdeath pondered the opponent's possible next move.

A wall made of ice rose from the ground, sealing off the surroundings. Regardless, restricting the opponent's movements was undoubtedly a sensible choice.

The clanging and banging sounds created an uplifting melody inside the enclosed room. The heat melted the solid ice, and the rising water vapor quickly turned into sharp icicles.

One second, two seconds

Surtr silently recited to herself, her gaze sweeping past Esdeath's back, as if she could see through the ice and walls to the minister who was running wildly.

It is indeed quite difficult to kill someone whose strength is equal to your own.

Esdeath's ice defense is particularly strong, making it convenient for both killing and protecting others.

But difficulties are not impossible.

Esdeath is indeed very strong, but in the end, she is just one person.

But Miss Surtr is not.

If the minister is kept out of Esdeath's reach, Surtr's teammates can easily kill him.

This distance should be enough.

What? You mean where Surtr's teammates are?

Here it is!

With another clash with the ice blade, Surtr held the sword in one hand, while opening and then clenching her other hand.

She gripped a flaming sword tightly in her right hand.

With a flick of her right hand, the blade of the Flame Sword drew a graceful arc on the ground, the edge of which climbed into the flames, igniting the atmosphere, and attacked Esdeath from the side.

The flames ignited my vision, and waves of heat rippled outwards.

Esdeath sheathed her sword and instantly retreated to a position beyond the reach of the blade.

Flaming light spilled through the air, like fiery flowers blooming in the sky.

It missed.