Capítulo 234: Capture One, Save One
When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred. Seeing Kaguya, Koro roared, opening its maw lined with sharp fangs. Its mountain-like body charged at Kaguya like a whirlwind, raising its giant claws to smash down on her.
"I don't have the mood or time to play with you today," Kaguya said, her expression calm and composed, without the slightest panic, her tone leisurely as if she were speaking casually.
Just as Kaguya was about to be flattened by Koro, she raised her alabaster arm and lightly clenched her fist.
With a muffled "bang," Koro's massive body suddenly exploded, blood and flesh flying everywhere like a bloody rain.
"Truly a stupid dog, never learning its lesson," Kaguya gracefully walked over, her demeanor elegant as she removed her fox mask, revealing an absolutely beautiful face untouched by makeup, smiling mockingly, "But having an owner who forgets the pain once the wound heals, it's no surprise."
Under Kaguya's half-smiling gaze, Seryu felt a chill down her spine as if she had been plunged into an ice cave, her heart slowing down by half a beat, her body frozen.
Without sparing another glance at her, Kaguya walked elegantly towards Sheele, who lay on the ground.
Sheele's face was now as pale as paper, devoid of any color. She had clearly lost too much blood, her heartbeat faint and her breath weak. A black aura hung over her forehead; she was barely clinging to life and wouldn't last much longer.
Seeing her in such a state, Kaguya sighed, raising her white arm to move her severed body closer together. Her fingers lightly traced across Sheele's flat abdomen, emitting a gentle white light.
"Do you think you can save her?" Seryu snapped out of her nightmare, mocking Kaguya's actions, "Don't waste your effort. She's as good as dead. You can't save her, haha."
"Shut up," Kaguya frowned, waving her arm dismissively.
With a crisp "slap," Seryu's laughter was abruptly cut off as her body was struck high into the air like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily to the ground, a red handprint blossoming on her pale face.
"If you keep talking, I'll kill you," Kaguya frowned, her face dark with anger, her voice exuding a bone-chilling coldness.
Intimidated by Kaguya's presence, Seryu was full of resentment but dared not speak, merely glaring at her while holding her cheek.
Kaguya ignored her, placing her hand on Sheele's soft chest, focusing intently. She had no time to feel the enticing softness; her mind was solely on directing gentle energy into Sheele's body, gradually repairing her damaged tissues and reviving her life force. Sheele's body glowed with a soft, warm light.
Gradually, Sheele's pale complexion turned rosy, her rigid body softened, her heart resumed beating, and her breathing steadied.
Kaguya exhaled, wiping the sweat from her brow, relieved. She had finally pulled Sheele back from the brink of death, which had been no easy feat.
However, this did not mean Sheele was out of danger. Kaguya had merely preserved her life; full recovery would require continued treatment. But the current environment was unsuitable for further treatment—there were no medications, and enemies lurked on all sides. Kaguya needed to conserve her strength.
Seeing Kaguya healing the purple-haired girl on the ground, Seryu sensed her opportunity. Holding her breath and suppressing her aura, she began to stealthily retreat.
"Trying to escape?"
A soft, slightly drawling voice spoke from behind her.
Seryu's pupils contracted, her limbs freezing in fear as she turned slowly. In her line of sight was a breathtakingly beautiful face smiling at her.
"Ah!"
The orange-haired girl shrieked, turning to flee, utterly losing the courage to face this silver-haired girl. Her sole thought was to run away from this person, to get as far as possible and never encounter her again.
But she had only run a few steps when a sharp pain struck her head, a powerful force pulling her off balance and backward. Looking up, she saw that her hair was gripped by the slender hand of the silver-haired girl.
"Did I say you could leave?" Kaguya looked down coldly at Seryu.
At that moment, a black-haired girl emerged from the dense forest, walking gracefully. It was Kurome, and she seemed to be holding something.
As she approached, Seryu's pupils contracted sharply. In Kurome's hand was a human head.
Despite the messy, blood-soaked hair, Seryu could still recognize the face. It was Izou, who had left earlier.
Seryu fell into a panic. She knew Izou well and had seen him fight. He was a highly skilled swordsman, ranking among the top in the Imperial Army, especially with his lethal iai strike that had claimed countless enemies—a force to be reckoned with.
But now he had been easily killed by this black-haired girl before her, who appeared unscathed, not even her clothes were ruffled.
Suddenly, she felt a sense of familiarity. After a moment of reflection, she recalled that Kurome had once been part of the Imperial Army, highly skilled, and had slain countless revolutionary rebels. Yet no matter how powerful she was, it seemed impossible for her to have dispatched Izou so swiftly and without injury.
"Princess, I found someone sneaking around," Kurome said, lifting the head with a calm demeanor as if it were a mere stone.
"Hey, isn't that disgusting?" Kaguya's eyelid twitched slightly. "Get rid of it."
"Oh," Kurome replied, tossing the bloody head away in a graceful arc, landing it in the grass.
"Alright, we should head back."
Kaguya stretched languidly, her perfect curves fully on display.
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