Witch Special

"Hound" Cyrus, whose real name is Cyrus Elgort, is the subject with the most perfect transplant rate in the Delos Empire's magic hand transplant experiment.

Beneath the gloves she always wore, her skin was a scarlet red from the concentrated transfer of energy.

Unlike the orphans or fallen nobles of the Empire who were forced to become test subjects of transfer experiments, Cyrus joined voluntarily. She knew the risks of doing so, but was still willing to do so. Her loyalty to the Empire made her willing to pay a huge price for it, including her life.

Cyrus's compatibility with the demons is terrifyingly high. The three demons "Tamos", "Puno" and "Kekus" that make up the serpentine sword "Puno" are all bloodthirsty battle maniacs and war maniacs, but Cyrus can control them with her own will and make the serpentine sword obey her. In addition to her inherent bellicosity and paranoia, her own will is also extremely firm.

After becoming one of the few successful transfer experiments, Cyrus returned to the Delos Empire and became the Emperor's hound. He was assigned to Barn, one of the Four Sword Masters, renowned for his victories over the Apostle Silok. Barn had just transformed the Imperial Knights into the Iron Wolf Knights and was short on manpower, so he welcomed Cyrus with open arms.

Moreover, "A loyal dog and a hound, don't we make a good match?" Barn said with a big laugh when he saw Cyrus.

After that, Cyrus became the sharpest sword in Barn's hand, and out of loyalty to the empire, he did many shameful things.

This would have been no problem, but once, after receiving intelligence that some nobles within the empire supported the revolutionary army, Cyrus forcibly launched a search, and was met with strong backlash from the nobles.

The opposition this time was so overwhelming that even Emperor Lyon and Captain Barn were unable to withstand the collective pressure from the majority of the empire's nobles, and Cyrus was dismissed from his position. However, capable people should not be left idle. She became the personal guard of Princess Isabella, the third daughter of the empire, and thus had the opportunity to participate in many major events that even her old boss Barn had not had the opportunity to participate in.

Moreover, although she has resigned from Barn, Cyrus still has a deep friendship with Barn. No one knows whether she has secretly accepted Barn's leadership and undertaken secret missions from the Empire's loyal dog.

But at least as Princess Isabella's personal guard, Cyrus performed her duties well. She effectively served as Princess Isabella's aide-de-camp, shouldering the responsibility of applying the brakes to Princess Isabella's often out-of-control sports car. If Princess Isabella got carried away and did something reckless, Cyrus would immediately and mercilessly pull the joyful princess back.

Only she, who was completely loyal to the empire and the emperor rather than to the royal family, had the courage to risk angering the princess and do things that went against Princess Isabella.

However, Princess Isabella just fell for it. Although she was always unhappy when being disciplined by Cyrus, and even complained for a long time afterwards, she still placed her trust in Cyrus. When Princess Isabella was resting or busy with other things, the leadership of her team would automatically be transferred to Cyrus, and all matters would be decided by Cyrus.

Now that we have explained the background of this woman, let’s get back to the topic and return to the development of the plot.

When Cyrus's men reported that a strange woman had emerged from the subway, his first thought was that she was a higher-level enemy and he labeled her "extremely dangerous." However, after hearing the soldier's description, Cyrus became undecided.

He knows nothing? He doesn't even know his own name? He even looks like a fool?

Could it be that he is pretending?

Cyrus decided to go and see what was happening, so she asked the soldier to lead the way. If the woman was truly harmless as the soldier claimed, they could first find an empty tent to lock her up, then slowly investigate whether she had any connection to the monsters. If she was faking it...then they could just kill her. Even monsters with deformed bones and holes in their bodies could still move around freely, their heads were still their weak point. Chopping off their heads would still kill them.

So Cyrus followed the soldier to the subway entrance and saw another soldier still entangled with the woman.

The pale, bewildered woman seemed restless, constantly trying to wander off and ignoring the soldiers' commands. To stop her from approaching the outer camp, the soldier had to grab her arm. She didn't seem to be holding back, but she showed no sign of changing her mind, determined to keep moving forward. The soldier struggled to restrain her without force.

This woman's strength, stamina, and perseverance were far greater than those of the human women the soldiers had encountered in the Delos Empire.

Just as the soldier in charge of guarding was struggling to keep the unidentified woman in place, he saw his companion leading Cyrus towards him.

Overjoyed, he relaxed his grip on the woman, who then broke free and headed straight for Cyrus. Of course, her target might be the most luxurious tent not far away, where Princess Isabella was currently resting.

Cyrus pushed aside the soldiers in front of him and stood directly in front of the woman. She was much taller than him, and with the heels on her shoes, she was almost half a head taller. She was looking down at the silver-haired woman who was pressing her body against him.

She hit someone with the ball!

Cyrus's eyes turned cold. She was tall, with long limbs and impressive proportions, but the only thing about her was her breasts. Perhaps due to the influence of the transferred energy, they were a little behind in development. It had been fine when she was alone, but after being dragged into the baths with Princess Isabella several times, she had become intrigued by her well-developed body. Now, she was jealous of those with large breasts.

Norni had been exaggerated enough before, but at least she was tall, so overall she looked relatively well-proportioned. But this woman before him was different. She was so short, yet she was about the same size as the princess. Her leather jacket stretched from her ribs to the center, creating a bottomless ravine. What kind of shameless outfit was this?

Cyrus narrowed his eyes and stared fiercely at the woman in front of him, whose face was as blank as a college student who had stayed up all night and slept for less than three hours before being dragged up by her roommates to go to the 8 a.m. class. He released some of his murderous aura.

Cyrus had truly walked through mountains of blood and blood. During her time as a part of the transfer experiment, the dead test subjects had to be carted out daily, dumped in the body pit outside. She was already accustomed to death even then. Later, during her time as a hound for the Empire, her hands were stained with blood, both enemies and compatriots. With just one word, she could kill anyone without blinking. In this process, murderous intent gradually coalesced within her, forming a unique aura that she could control with ease.

Ordinary civilians would feel their legs weaken and their bodies tremble, their faces etched with unconcealable fear when exposed to murderous intent. Even those with a little experience would undoubtedly change their expressions for a moment. While releasing murderous intent, Cyrus carefully observed the woman's reaction, trying to determine what kind of person she was.

However, the other party's reaction was completely beyond her expectations. Stimulated by the murderous aura she released, the woman felt as if a steel needle was inserted into her brain. She suddenly held her head and screamed in pain, fell to the ground, and began to roll around while wailing.

Cyrus looked awkwardly at the woman under his feet who seemed to be screaming with all her might. She hadn't done anything yet, so why did she fall down?

She looked up at the two soldiers not far away and saw that they were looking at her with awe. They must have mistakenly thought that Cyrus had tortured this poor amnesiac woman with some incomprehensible method; otherwise, how could she scream so miserably?

"You two, carry her into the tent and leave her alone." Cyrus felt that it would be embarrassing to stay here any longer, so he turned around and left after saying something irresponsibly.

Unable to withstand even a hint of murderous intent, this person's fragility challenged Cyrus's understanding. It was impossible for such a person to harbor any conspiracy; she was likely truly demented. Even so, this woman still held secrets, perhaps even the greatest mystery. Cyrus prepared to return and summon the allied doctors and clergy for a joint consultation, examining her from body to soul to determine her true condition.

Trust? The Imperial Hound wouldn't trust anyone. Her heart had long been closed, leaving only her obsession with the mission and her determination to see something through.

Not long after, doctors and clergy from the coalition forces came to examine the woman, who had calmed down a little after being placed in the tent, and soon came to a rather shocking conclusion.

That is, this woman is actually dead.