"Kill her! Kill her!"
Count Gert, a famous noble in Berlin City, in his forties, looked emaciated from overindulgence.
Today, Count Gert was terrified, and the reason was none other than the woman standing in his courtyard.
Dressed in a pure white maid outfit, with aqua blue long hair and eyes, a bewitchingly beautiful face, and a tear mole at the corner of her eye—Count Gert had never seen a woman who stirred such bloodlust in him!
Without hesitation, the moment he first saw her on the street, Count Gert decided he must capture this woman before other nobles did! Although his body had weakened from years of excess, under such a stunning temptation, Count Gert felt he could die but not let her go!
Surprisingly, the woman did not resist at all. After he expressed his intentions, she cooperated willingly, unlike the terrified, desperate, and pleading reactions of other women before.
Unable to understand why, Count Gert didn't bother to think further. With his status and power, he had nothing to worry about. So, he happily took the woman back to his manor.
This decision now filled Count Gert with terror, regret, and fear…
He had thought he had found a peerless beauty, but now he realized she was no beauty—she was a demon, a true demon cloaked in a beautiful woman's skin!
If not for a guard blocking her path, he might already be dead! She had appeared delicate and charming before, but as soon as she entered the manor, the demon revealed her fangs!
She killed relentlessly, one after another, the powerful guards in his manor falling to her hands. Streams of water swirled around her, transforming into water arrows that pierced through guard after guard. Who else but a demon could wield such evil power?!
Still as bewitching and charming as ever, the woman revealed a bloodthirsty and cruel smile stained with blood. Count Gert no longer felt desire or admiration—only endless fear…
"Sir, we can't hold her off any longer. We must escape quickly!"
The captain of the guards ran to Count Gert, urgency on his face. Seeing the fallen guards scattered across the yard, his heart turned cold.
He had once toyed with many women like the count, watching them scream, beg, and despair before him, while he possessed them and laughed wildly.
Finally, the day of retribution had come!
"Go!"
This was his entire fortune, and Count Gert's heart ached deeply. But seeing the advancing demon, he could only say with resignation.
He ordered the remaining guards to hold her off while the captain led him out the back door. Once they escaped, they could report to the empire and send troops to avenge this demon!
Seeing their lord and captain flee, the manor's guards lost morale, and some began to consider fleeing themselves.
It was no fault of theirs—only the woman was too strong! A demon, truly a demon, killing their comrades without a blink!
But in the end, none escaped. Whether crying, begging, or despairing, they were just like those who had cried, begged, and despaired before them…
"Hehe, Martha, your skills are getting better!"
With the last guard down, only the woman remained in the manor. Suddenly, three girls appeared beside her—Poney, Tsukushi, and Cornelia.
The speaker was the energetic Poney, bouncing around in tight black leather and shorts. Her old [Yocto-bottoms] had been discarded by an unscrupulous master for being ineffective and outdated; this was her new outfit.
Compared to before, Poney's figure had developed a lot. The once flat chest now had two small peaks, and she looked more lively—thanks to someone's daily and nightly diligent care!
"Ah, this time you don't get to appear."
Martha smiled lightly, brushing her hair.
Having been harshly trained by Sora these days, though tired, Martha admitted her progress was significant. She could now fight using her abilities, and defeating over a hundred ordinary guards was easy for her.
"By the way, where's Akame? I didn't see her."
Seeing Akame missing among the girls, Martha asked with curiosity.
"Akame was called by the master to deal with that bad count."
Tsukushi's voice was soft and a little flushed—she still hadn't gotten used to it.
Her former imperial treasure [Prometheus] was gone, replaced by two fiery red pistols holstered on her thighs. For such a pure and ethereal girl to wear such a bold and sexy outfit, that guy's evilness was truly beyond cure!
"I see. Although that captain still seems capable, if it's Akame, there's absolutely no problem."
"Let's go and loot all that disgusting count's belongings!"
Martha licked her lips with a wicked smile. Since the disgusting count was finished, the wealth he extorted from commoners would be pocket money for her sisters!
…
"Count, faster! Faster!"
"Ha… ha… Bruce, I can't go on, I need… a break!"
"Count, we should keep running. If that terrifying guy… huh, who is that?!"
Originally, the captain of the guards wanted to urge the count, whose body was drained by wine and lust, to escape quickly, but suddenly he noticed a figure emerging from the night ahead. The captain was startled and shouted loudly.
The other party did not answer. As they approached, Count Gert and the captain finally saw clearly: it was just a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old, with black hair and red eyes, her expression cold and distant. Although she was holding a long katana, she might be an enemy, but how dangerous could such a young girl be? So, both of them slightly relaxed.
But in the next moment—
"Your doom!"
A cold flash appeared in the air, and the girl who was clearly still in front suddenly appeared behind the two of them!
Pfft…
The sound of blood spraying, Count Gert and the captain looked down at the bloodstains on their chests with faces full of horror and disbelief.
Thud! The frail count fell to the ground dead without a word, only the strong captain still stood his ground.
"What is this?!"
Looking at the black evil runes spreading from the wound on his chest all over his body, feeling his life force draining away, the captain asked in despair and pleading.
"The curse of the Demon Blade: Red Slash."
The red-eyed girl sheathed her katana and answered calmly, looking at the captain who was beyond saving.
"The Demon Blade: Red Slash… a truly terrifying weapon…"
Having received the answer, the captain muttered to himself and collapsed, completely losing his life.
"Not bad, not bad. Looks like you've fully mastered this weapon now!"
The voice of Sora appeared as he flashed beside the red-eyed girl.
Because the original weapon [Murasame] was destroyed by his fatal strike, Sora always felt a bit regretful, so he specially made this new weapon for her—the Demon Blade: Red Slash. It is infused with curse power, and its wielder can control it at will, making it a super Teigu hundreds of times stronger than [Murasame]!
"Let's go. Such training no longer has much effect on you. Tomorrow, we head to the next city."
Thinking of his next plan, Sora's lips curved faintly as he stepped forward and disappeared into the night.
Nodding obediently, the red-eyed girl followed…