Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Not surprisingly, Surtr never expected this attack to be effective.

He calmly took a step forward, but not to attack.

The flaming sword spun in her hand, heavy magic gathering on the blade. Her slender hand gripped the hilt tightly, her arm pulled back, and her body twisted.

Then, he hurled the flaming sword in his hand.

Ripples spread through the air as the Flame Sword shot out of the house like a cannonball.

Esdeath realized that the sword was not aimed at her, and immediately tried to raise the ice wall, but the blade of another sword was already close at hand.

The movement paused.

The flaming sword tore through the solid ice clinging to the wall, passed through the corridor, broke through the wall, and rushed into the distance.

Esdeath held her rapier in front of her, which clashed with the longsword. Their bodies were close together, and their pupils reflected each other's faces, with brows slightly furrowed beneath their masks.

"That minister did study at the King of Fighters Temple, but it's too far-fetched to think that such a method could kill him."

As the highest-ranking martial arts temple in the empire, the King of Fighters Temple does possess some genuine skill.

The minister had studied there for many years and possessed considerable fighting skills.

Surtr's attack seemed swift, but how much power would be left after passing through layers of obstacles?

It is not enough to be called a method that can kill in one blow.

"Hehe, then I won't trouble the general with that."

Surtr smiled, and Esdeath felt a sense of foreboding.

On the corridor outside, the minister, his obese body swaying, continued to flee.

His flabby body jiggled on the ground with each vigorous movement, he panted heavily, and his rugged face was red from the cold.

Running all the way.

His goal was very clear.

That was the emperor's residence.

With the palace infiltrated, the empire's other strongest general, General Bude, would certainly prioritize ensuring the emperor's safety. With the emperor present, his own safety would be assured.

When the two strongest individuals join forces, no matter how powerful the assassin is, it will be useless.

How dare she make him so miserable! It would be too easy for her to die so easily. She must be tortured until he is satisfied.

Esdeath told me that the other party was in cahoots with those bureaucrats who opposed him. Just wait, after tonight he will definitely kill all those stubborn guys.

A sinister glint emanated from her small eyes.

Perhaps being away from the battlefield eased the minister's fear, and dark thoughts began to fester in his mind.

The frozen body gradually warmed up with movement, and sweat dripped from the skin, fell to the ground, and evaporated after a moment.

The minister raised his hand to wipe his forehead and murmured.

Why does it feel hotter and hotter?

Summer has long passed, and winter is just around the corner. How could the palace possibly still be at this temperature?

The minister subconsciously recalled the red figure who was fighting Esdeath.

But he quickly shook his head.

"Heh, that's Esdeath, and she even got another Imperial Arm. How could anyone possibly escape from her clutches?"

"There's probably a fire somewhere. Anything can happen at a time like this."

As if trying to bolster his courage, the minister continued his explanation, his pace quickening as his short legs created afterimages. He forced a smile, looking like a disheveled, drowned dog.

But he didn't care, as long as he could get there.

Unexpected.

Ahead, the wall was broken.

The minister abruptly stopped, covering his vitals with both hands and instinctively squinting. Like bullets, flying stones struck the minister's body in waves, sending waves of pain through his entire being.

The expression on his face became distorted.

At the same time, a pungent odor lingered around my nose, the ground trembled slightly, and I could hear the sound of something viscous flowing on the ground.

The heat came from all directions.

The minister opened his eyes.

Before him stood a headless giant formed from lava, raising a flaming sword.

Crimson liquid flowed down their bodies, and the air distorted due to the intense heat.

Gurgle.

The throat and tongue trembled.

Every cell in my body was screaming in terror.

It was as if an ordinary person was overwhelmed by a sense of powerlessness when facing a super dangerous species, and their body seemed to freeze in place.

But it's okay, he still has this.

The minister gave a stiff smile.

Now is not the time to despair; on his forehead, there is an ornament he never takes off, not even when he sleeps.

The Imperial Arm Ireston is an anti-Imperial Arm capable of destroying all Imperial Arms.

That sword must be some kind of Imperial Arms, right? If I use it...

With this in mind, the minister resolutely activated the Imperial Arms.

Then, in his dazed gaze, the Flame Sword swung down.

Akame ga Kill! Chapter Thirteen: The Minister Dies

[Defeat Onesta, obtain 5 Primogems]

in the room.

Surtr smirked and distanced herself from Esdeath.

"It seems to have been successful."

The reasons for his success are self-evident.

"The minister is dead? How could that be?"

Surely he couldn't have really been killed by a flying sword.

Esdeath didn't go any further, her face showing obvious surprise, and asked curiously.

His words revealed no opinion on the minister's death; after all, he was just a business partner, and his death was no big deal.

"It's not a good habit to leak information to the enemy, you should be the one who said that."

"......makes sense."

Esdeath was momentarily speechless, not expecting the boomerang to hit her on the head like that.

"Well then, now that the mission is accomplished, I'll be leaving."

With that, Surtr moved to the window, showing no intention of getting entangled with the other party.

"Do you think I'll let you go? Breaking into the palace at night and assassinating an imperial minister—according to imperial law, you've already been sentenced to death countless times."

Esdeath spoke coldly, as the solid ice climbed up the surrounding walls.

“I admit that the methods were indeed a bit extreme, but wasn’t this the most efficient way?”

Surtr used flames to dispel the cold and said with a smile.

After gaining power, she did not care so much about the rules on the surface. She would usually act in accordance with the rules, but she did not recommend breaking the rules if necessary.

"Now that the minister is dead, it seems we have no reason to be hostile. I am utterly loyal to the empire."

Surtr raised his hands in a gesture of loyalty.

"Oh, do you also intend to enter the court as an official? If so, I can speak to His Majesty the Emperor and have you become my direct subordinate."

Esdeath stepped forward, maintaining a just-right distance, seemingly trying to persuade her.

"Well, let's forget about it. I have no intention of becoming an official."

If someone in her past life told her that she would be going to work in the central government the next day, she would be laughing in her dreams. But she doesn't plan to stay in this world for too long, so becoming an official in the government is out of the question.

"Then you will remain a criminal of the Empire. We'll arrest you and then re-educate you."

As she spoke, Esdeath thrust out her rapier.

"I don't want to go to jail. Besides, you just said you disciplined someone, right?"

Esdeath, still harboring wicked intentions, desired her body.

Surtr raised his sword to parry, while simultaneously raising his other hand.

Behind Esdeath, the flaming sword flew back along its original path, lava spewed forth, and the jet-black giant raised the flaming sword high, light and heat converging on the blade before mercilessly slashing down.

The flames engulfed the figure, cleaving through the ice wall in a fan shape and spreading into the sky outside the room.

"Goodbye, General."

Surtr's teasing voice rang out in the distorted air.

"By the way, your mask is really ugly."

The next moment, a cold light tore through the flames, and pure white ice and snow erupted from the woman's center, spewing out icy breath and causing the rising temperature to drop again.

Esdeath stood there unharmed.

But before his eyes, Surtr's figure disappeared into the darkness along with the firelight.

"They run really fast."

Esdeath watched the flames gradually disappear and muttered something to herself.

She raised her hand and removed the mask from her face.

He twisted his wrist, held it facing forward, and tilted his head.

Is it ugly?

The mask-shaped Imperial Arms unleashes its super-powerful force: [Balzac].

A Teigu that can unleash the full potential of its user.

For Esdeath, who possesses the blood of a Dangerous Species, this Imperial Arm is undoubtedly more suitable for her than simply enhancing her physical body.

Not only does physical fitness continuously improve during use, but the use of Demon Essence also becomes more skillful.

It's as if the whole person is transforming into a dangerous humanoid species.

The feeling of increased power is wonderful.

There's one downside: the babbling that was already suppressed in my mind starts to stir again, so I have to put in extra effort to suppress it when using it.

I still need to adapt more.

Thinking this, she put the mask back on her face.

It doesn't matter if it looks good or not, as long as it's powerful enough.

A moment later, a dense sound of footsteps came from behind. Esdeath turned around and saw soldiers from the city carrying guns, arriving at the scene after the battle.

"General, where are the thieves who broke into the palace?"

A soldier who looked like a captain asked Esdeath, who was standing by the window, his voice trembling.

It wasn't fear, it was just the cold.

The terrifying chill emanating from the solid ice was something they simply couldn't withstand.

"The thief has escaped, you can go back now, just increase security afterwards."

Turning her gaze away, Esdeath gave instructions to the others.

"Yes, that's right."

ran away.