Symphony for the Insect Princess

At that moment, her heart trembled violently, and she quickly rushed to the window with her gun in hand.

"What? This magical power?"

A terrifying surge of magical energy suddenly erupted from a corner of the city! It could be felt even from this distance, its intensity surpassing that of great mages and war spirits like Glory and Saint Anthony, and it was still rising! Along with this terrifying surge of magic came… a certain feeling, a feeling that even the knowledgeable Aisia couldn't describe. It wasn't something words like "terrifying," "magnificent," "heavy," "icy," or "eerie" could describe!

but……

If I were to express this feeling directly in plain words...

"...accelerating towards death?"

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Meanwhile, underground—

“Ga…gaha…damn it…”

Saenris gasped in pain, the "poison" accumulated in his body was corroding his body all the time, causing severe pain, nausea, weakness... The body of a great war spirit was difficult to be destroyed by poison even from the internal test. What Aisia made was really extraordinary!

The body is damaged and the magic power is difficult to mobilize.

If this goes on... I'm afraid I'll really die!

“Aishia…Aisha…why…why are you doing this to me!!!”

He tried to stand up, but his legs gave way and he fell back down. The crackling sound of the fire around him made him even more upset.

I have to leave here... I have to catch up... Bring Elsa back!

What's more, as a great war spirit, how could he die in such a place!

At this time-

"exist……"

“Hurry… hurry—”

I heard a sound, coming from far away.

"Hurry up! The master is here!"

"Notify the people behind!"

A group of figures rushed into the secret room. They were members of the guard team, led by his old butler and confidant Pierce Corey.

Each of them looked nervous, until they saw Saenris lying on the ground, and then Pierce's tense face relaxed.

"Master! Are you all right?"

"Do I look like I'm okay... You're taking too long, idiots."

"I'm so sorry! We'll just—"

Pierce waved his hand, and two guards came over immediately and helped him to help Saenris up.

"Master...what happened? The lady is missing, Captain Flynn is missing, the young lady is also missing, and everything is in chaos!"

"Miss" - upon hearing this word, Saenris' body trembled violently, but then he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and the guards hurriedly helped him wipe it clean.

"Let's... forget about that for now! Help me get back to my room... There are so many things to deal with, and I have to deal with them one by one..."

"Master, forgive my rudeness, but what happened between you and the young lady?"

"Don't mention her to me yet—cough! Cough cough cough!!!"

Saenris coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, his face turned ashen, and the color of his blood was also a strange purple-black, indicating that he was deeply poisoned.

"...Master, your health is really bad."

"Pierce...you...why are you talking so much nonsense today?"

"Nothing, I just thought it would be much easier for me to do things if you were really not feeling well."

"………………………………………………What?"

Clang!!!!

Light and shadow flashed by.

white.

Blood flew past.

red.

It was too fast, too swift. In the eyes of Saenris, whose five senses were paralyzed by the poison in his body, the world seemed to have turned into a red and white abstract painting.

When the world returned to normal, the other two guards who had helped Saenris up were lying dead on the ground. Each of them had a bloody mark on his neck, not too deep or too shallow, just the cut of the carotid artery.

"Hello--!?"

"Lord Pierce, what are you doing—"

The other two closest to them were the first to react, and their response was also two wounds on the neck. Blood spurted out, but not a drop stained the neat butler's uniform.

The other guards had not yet reacted. The sudden attack and sudden death, both the method and the executor were too beyond common sense.

Even though they had seen everything, they still hesitated.

He hesitated, wondering whether he should point his sword at the number one person under Saenris in the City Lord's Mansion.

"I think if you're ready to kill someone, it's best to do it the moment you have the killing intent..."

The butler, Pierce Corey, shook his hand lightly.

A hand of four, eight cards in total, appeared between his fingers.

"...Otherwise, you won't even have the chance to regret it."

Snap! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

From the moment of absolute stillness to the moment of extreme movement, the old butler, who had just spoken calmly, instantly transformed into a cold blade! His movements left only a blurry afterimage. The cards in his fingers transformed into the most ferocious killing weapon, light and thin, yet sharper than any blade in the world! The guards had no power to resist. The magical cards easily shattered the magic shield and cut through the magic armor, each blow precisely piercing the vital points of the body!

Even when reaping lives, the old butler's posture was still extremely elegant. Not a drop of blood was splashed on his body from beginning to end. His movements were as smooth as serving morning tea to the master. Even his butler uniform was almost wrinkle-free!

Click! ! !

The last card flew out and cut off the head of the guard who turned to escape from behind. The last life had been lost.

Only Sarnris remained.

"Pierre...? No...that's not right...that's not right!!!"

Saenris forced his brain, dulled by the toxins, to function, and forced his body, which had no strength left, to move. No, no, no! Pierce Corey had been with him for over twenty years, always loyal and able to manage everything in perfect order. They knew each other very well, and Pierce was his only true confidant! There was no way he could betray him, no reason to. More importantly—

"No, no, no! This is not how Pierce fights! Who are you! Where is Pierce!?"

"Where...?"

The old butler tilted his head slightly and smiled playfully.

"He passed away two months ago. He might be buried in the cold earth or in the belly of a worm. Who knows? We took action on the first day we arrived. Mr. Pierce Corey was truly tenacious and loyal to you. Fortunately, we dealt with him before he caused any disturbance."

"…………you'?"

The "old butler"'s hand gently brushed across his cheek, and as he moved, the layer of disguise magic was slowly peeled off.

What was revealed was a brand new face.

As a result, hairstyle, hair color, and body shape have all changed.

This is a young man whose age is difficult to judge by his appearance...or maybe a teenager.

His skin is slightly pale, but his appearance is impeccably handsome, and his facial features strike a perfect balance between handsomeness and strength.

His eyes narrowed slightly, his blue pupils seeming to glow faintly in the darkness, with a hint of evil, but it suited him very well.

His black hair was neither long nor short, slightly messy. His figure seemed slender but quite strong, and the butler's uniform suited him very well.

"Hello, I think this is our first meeting. My name is Qianye. Please give me your guidance."

He returned to Sarnris's side and bowed.

"Then, goodbye forever."

Click!

Sarnris fell to the ground.

The moment before consciousness completely sank into darkness.

He saw a girl with silver-gray hair walk out of the darkness and greet "Qian Ye".

"Naelis..."

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Thousand (Zero) Nights

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Chapter 88 Worm Nest

"Naelis..."

Sarnris fell to the ground.

The carotid artery was severed and the card was deeply inserted into the left chest.

With two vital points destroyed at the same time, he was already deader than dead.

Qianye kept staring at him until he was sure he was completely dead, then he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to face the newcomer.

This extremely beautiful girl.

"Hello, Miss Zelah, as you can see I have just finished taking care of the last of this little nuisance."

Even when facing such a beautiful girl, Qianye did not lose his composure at all. His posture of bowing and saluting was simply a model for all butlers.

Although the identity of "steward" was just a disguise, he still faithfully performed the etiquette of a steward.

"Well, thank you for your help, Mr. Qianye."

"No need to be so polite. Just call me Qianye. It's better to call me Pierscore."

"Don't you call me 'Miss Zelah' too?"

"As a butler, and a man at that, I naturally have to be polite to young ladies. Otherwise, it would be very difficult to deal with misunderstandings among the visitors."

"Alright."

After a moment's thought, Nellis agreed decisively.

Although his personality is rather unpredictable, Qianye is indeed impeccable as a like-minded collaborator.

Nellis is a person who plans ahead.

Ever since she was fourteen and the devil told her that she had only five years left to live, she began to prepare.

This arduous task must be completed before the deadline of 19 years old. Precisely because this task is too exaggerated and too difficult, the traditional idea of ​​proceeding step by step can be completely abandoned when implementing it. It is necessary to achieve success in one step.

But execution is execution, and preparations before formal action must be done slowly. Being impatient and reckless during the preparation stage will only do more harm than good.

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He was the first person I found.

He's tough, mature, knows when to advance and when to retreat, is efficient, and has a graceful demeanor—but what matters most to me is our alignment of purpose.

My goal is to kill someone.

His goal is also to kill someone.

He was standing next to me just now, and the next moment he appeared at the door.

I also have some knowledge of acceleration magic that directly increases the speed of physical movement. There is no doubt that he is abnormal. Apart from him, I have never seen anyone who can move at several times the speed of sound. Such talents are probably rare even among great war spirits and great magicians.

Coupled with his so-called "card assassination technique", his fighting ability is completely unquestionable.

"Let's go, Qianye... No, Pierce."

"Do you want me to roll out the red carpet for you?"

"Don't make silly jokes."

"Feel sorry."