"The fuc...?! Agh!"
Clara's daggers tore into the guard's throat as she swung down with a twist. Her silver blades flickered after a whirling dance. Blood sprayed around her in a messy arc, staining the floor as the guard fell.
"What the hell did you do!?" The second guard snapped out of his shock, instantly drawing multiple swords and rushing at Clara.
'This one is much stronger!'
Unable to deal with both of them, Clara hopped to her feet and raised her blades.
"Heh, one down!"
"Clara, more are coming!" Zara shouted, her voice sounded shaken.
"It's fine~ this sister is strong."
As one of the women who met Nikolai later on, her benefits should have been less than those of his other wives.
If not for her special physique and blood, at least.
A black mist wafted from her body, masking her movements, allowing her to analyse the guard's sudden rush. He slashed across her chest, stabbed at her face and cut across her thighs with his last blade.
