“Arrogant brat! I refuse to believe I can’t kill you!”
The black-robed mage roared, gathering more and more fire element.
If it were any other elemental magic tutor, Samimi would have to show some respect.
But a fire mage? She had no fear—come one, she’ll fight one; come a hundred, she’ll fight a hundred.
“I even defeated the Lion King. You think I’m afraid of you?”
Samimi radiated boundless confidence. The old man across from her was like an ant in her hand—something she could crush and toy with at will.
‘Ah, ah… but this stage isn’t mine right now. I shouldn’t steal the spotlight too much.’
‘Guess I’ll just play with him slowly. What follows is just a dull mage attrition war—nothing worth mentioning.’
The truly thrilling bloodbath was happening in the corridor of the VIP luxury suite.
That was the real Shura Field—a place where only skill could survive.
Veronica was surrounded by noble elite bodyguards and slave knights, trapped dead center in the corridor.
The two daggers in her hands were already chipped from all the slashing; she’d even had to pick up enemy weapons to keep fighting.
She’d already cut down dozens in the corridor, but behind her, hundreds more slave knights surged forward.
Where were her teammates?
What were they doing?
Come save her, quick!
Veronica fought desperately, refusing to be swallowed by the sea of enemies.
“Ah!”
Suddenly, screams erupted from behind the slave knights. Blood mist sprayed onto the ceiling, turning the scene horrifying in an instant.
A fierce fighter had arrived from the rear.
The beastman nun held a grotesque, sinister greatsword in one hand and a demon knife in the other, finishing off enemies at high speed, madly collecting kills.
“Finally decided to show up.”
Veronica bared a cruel smile.
She couldn’t lose to Niubao.
Her arms, numb from all the killing, regained some strength. She charged on, fighting her way toward Niubao.
Hurry!
Even if she couldn’t beat Niubao in a fight, she had to kill more people than her!
The battle instantly reversed. The female slave knights found themselves caught in a pincer attack, slaughtered ruthlessly between the two sides.
But Veronica’s target—the one she wanted revenge on—had vanished in the chaos.
He must have seen the situation turning bad and slipped away early.
She had to kill faster—she couldn’t let him escape.
“Heaven has no boundary, earth has no law, go…”
Fabiana stood at the edge of the VIP luxury suite, the floor-to-ceiling window beneath her completely shattered. She muttered softly.
From above, she quietly watched the two mages clash below.
Seeing a confident Samimi, her eyes filled with envy.
Samimi was enjoying the battle, free of any worries.
The reason was simple.
She had already left the Church, so naturally she could travel anywhere, right wrongs wherever she went, and laugh as she rescued people from danger.
As for that sinful old mage, it was clear at a glance that he was no match for Samimi.
She fought with ease, victory in her grasp.
There was no need for Fabiana to disturb her rare enjoyment.
After all, finding a decent mage to fight wasn’t easy.
Fabiana had her own doubts, her own matters to settle personally.
For example—
“What are you all standing around for? Kill her! Ah! My hand hurts so much!”
Young Master Perry was still howling in pain, clutching his severed hand as he ordered his worthless friends to attack the white-robed priestess who stood motionless.
These scoundrels were all sons of the powerful—nobles and wealthy gentry, birds of a feather.
“Die! Church dog! You’re not welcome here!”
They drew their ornate knightly swords and charged at Fabiana from all sides.
‘This is truly wonderful.’
Their actions, their insults, their swords swinging without hesitation—they finally blew away the last shadow in Fabiana’s heart.
“【Hundred Ghosts Night Ride】.”
Fabiana kept her hands in her pockets, not moving, not dodging, letting the blades slash at her.
But her lips barely moved, and the incantation was already complete.
Her magic activation speed was no slower than Samimi’s.
Because she didn’t need to cast the magic herself.
She only needed to act as a human magic wand, pointing where to strike.
In an instant, several fully formed skeleton knights were summoned around her, forming a circle, using their bodies to tank the attacks of those noble sons.
Those feeble sword strikes couldn’t even damage the skeleton knights’ armor—they only left a few light scratches.
Because Fabiana’s skeleton knights had already undergone a massive transformation.
The once ragged knight armor was now mostly repaired.
The completion of the summoned skeleton knights’ bodies had reached one hundred percent.
Now each knight possessed the basic combat power of a fully armed human knight, plus veteran coordination, making them extremely formidable.
Of course, even though the armor was fully repaired and the skeletal framework inside was barely visible, one glance at the pitch-black armor, the scent of decay, and the icy blue ghost flames seeping from the gaps still radiated a sinister chill.
Those noble sons had no qualifications to fight skeleton knights.
They didn’t even have the guts to face them. They were terrified on the spot, scurrying around like ants on a hot pan.
But this VIP luxury suite had nowhere to run.
Outside the door, the roar of battle shook the heavens—who knew what was happening out there?
Maybe they could jump through the shattered floor-to-ceiling window?
The two mages below were exchanging fire; jumping down was no different from suicide.
So the skeleton knights quickly caught all those noble sons, pinning them to the ground like chicks.
Only Young Master Perry, with his severed hand, remained trembling behind the sofa.
Of course, someone had noticed him.
But he was still useful—they needed to interrogate him, so his dog’s life was spared for now.
Fabiana walked through the skeleton knights to the back of the sofa, looking down at Young Master Perry.
“Please, spare me…”
Young Master Perry begged pathetically, supporting himself with one hand.
“Our parents were attacked and killed by assassins you sent. Do you think begging will help?” Fabiana asked calmly.
“This… this has nothing to do with me! I don’t know either! I never gave any such order!”
Young Master Perry hurriedly defended himself.
“I know. That’s why I’m looking for your father.”
Fabiana asked coldly: “Where is Count Perry?”
“Father… Father isn’t in the territory. He went to the West Coast!”
Young Master Perry sold out his old man without hesitation.
The West Coast here referred to the western coastline in the literal sense.
That was the domain of Count Saram, the largest lord of the West Sea.
The foremost of the three great lords, he controlled the richest fishing resources along the coast and the transportation of the entire West Sea—the most money-savvy noble.
“What is Count Perry doing on the West Coast?” Fabiana pressed on.
“Because the Knight Holy Land is urgently convening a 【Knight Feast】 soon! All the great nobles and the West Sea Knight Order will be there!”
Young Master Perry explained frantically.
“Didn’t the Knight Feast just end not long ago? Why another one?”
“It’s to judge the Knight King, and also to discuss how to sanction the Dilmute Baron family. The three great lords intend to unite the entire West Sea Knight Order to crusade against the rebel army, but before that, they must ensure the Knight King won’t interfere.”
Young Master Perry’s words came faster and faster.
“The Knight King will be there too, so this feast is to force him to take a clear stance—he cannot help his granddaughter. If necessary, they’ll break his legs and force him to hand over the 【Knight Academy】.”
“…”
Fabiana’s heart grew cold as she listened.
“All the nobles, all the knight orders, are our people. The Knight King can only bring a few guards inside. If he refuses to sever ties with the rebel war commander, or refuses to hand over the Knight Academy, he’ll never leave the Human Emperor’s hometown.”
Young Master Perry grew fiercer as he spoke, almost forgetting his current predicament.
“Do you know who I am?” Fabiana asked.
“No… I don’t.”
Young Master Perry shook his head, his face pale.
“Haven’t you been spreading rumors that I defile the dead? Seeing me summon the undead, and you still can’t recognize me?”
Fabiana answered calmly:
“I am the rebel war commander, Fabiana.”
“Ah!?”
Young Master Perry froze on the spot.
At the same time, the door to the VIP luxury suite was pushed open.
The ones entering weren’t his bodyguards, but a maid drenched in blood and a beastman nun.
His last hope was utterly extinguished.
Mino sensed the resentment surging from Fabiana, knew what she lacked, and so raised her hand to summon from the void crack a golden sword as dazzling as a birthday present, tossing it to Fabiana.
“Thanks, Mino.”
Fabiana caught the golden sword with a clean, crisp motion.
Seeing her with the sword, Young Master Perry was completely terrified.
“I told you everything! Please don’t kill me…”
Before he could finish.
A flash of golden light pierced the eyes.
When he could see again, the golden sword was already sheathed.
And his vision was plummeting, until it hit the floor.
Young Master Perry’s head fell.
“Please don’t kill us! We don’t know anything! Kill Perry if you must!”
“I have money! My father can give you money!”
“Spare us, please! It’s all Perry’s fault! We have nothing to do with this!”
The other noble sons, seeing Young Master Perry’s head severed from his body, fell to their knees in unison, begging for mercy and crying to heaven like a pack of whimpering wild dogs.
“The world would only become a better place with you gone.”
Fabiana’s voice was steady, no longer betraying joy, anger, or sorrow.
But the fire in her heart burned fiercer than ever.
In her mind, the image of her parents being murdered was forever etched.
That was a painful memory that would haunt her for life.
Now, even her last surviving relative was being targeted.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!”
The cold blue flames roared inside the skeleton knights’ helmets.
Bone swords condensed in their hands, one after another.
Below the helmets, merciless ghostly lights flickered.
“Ptoosh! Ptoosh! Ptoosh! Ptoosh!”
At their master’s mental command, they raised their swords in unison and stabbed down, piercing the chests of all the noble sons in a single strike—cold steel through their hearts.
“Granting you a painless death is my last mercy.”
Fabiana did not change her expression, her heart did not race. She had completely transformed.
The once cowardly pure white knight died at this very moment.
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