Chapitre 4: Chapter 4: What She Couldn't Imagine!
Although the situation was dire, she smelled so good...
No, no, now wasn't the time to think about smells!
One of Angel's faces was pressed against Kiana's leg, but all 30 Angels were rapidly brainstorming.
'It shouldn't be a leak of my identity! If it were leaked, there would be a large-scale elite force coming to eradicate me, not a rookie like Kiana who's only been in school for less than half a year!'
'So, I can't expose my Herrscher-related abilities.'
'My duplicates can't come to my aid.'
'I can't teleport into the Theater of Domination to escape.'
'And I definitely can't die! If I die, the Herrscher core will drop, and that would be undeniable evidence!'
'I need to escape using physical strength as much as possible! If it's just Kiana, maybe this is a solo action, so escaping might not be too hard!'
'Come on, me!'
'It's not you who's tied up! Easy for you to say!'
Angel tried to break free, but Kiana tightened her grip on her wrists.
After half a minute of struggling, Angel suddenly turned her head with difficulty and looked behind her. In front of Kiana, she exclaimed with joy as if she had seen a companion:
"You're finally here! Hit her on the head!"
"What!?"
Kiana was shocked and quickly turned her head to look behind her.
Then, a small sneaker swiftly enlarged in front of her eyes.
"Boom!"
Angel used a backward kick, showing incredible flexibility in her waist and thighs, and kicked Kiana in the face with all her strength.
'Even though my body is human, it's being controlled by the Herrscher of Dominance! I knew I could do it!'
Angel was overjoyed. Taking advantage of Kiana being stunned by the kick, she twisted her body forcefully, successfully rolling Kiana off her and freeing her hands.
"Ouch! That hurts!"
Kiana, covering the shoe print on her face, got up and saw Angel already running towards the alley entrance.
"Damn! What flexibility! But don't think you can escape from me!"
Kiana gave chase, drawing a pistol from her pocket as she ran.
"Bang!"
A bullet was shot towards Angel's right leg.
The bullet from a standard Schicksal-issued pistol traveled faster than the speed of sound, but Angel's inhuman instincts sensed the threat.
Almost at the same moment the bullet left the barrel, Angel kicked off the wall, propelling herself into the air.
In a flash, she kicked off the walls several times, quickly ascending upwards, and in the blink of an eye, she was on the rooftop, several meters high.
'Perfect! Full marks for that move!'
'Stop talking nonsense and think of a way! She's catching up!'
Angel chastised her other selves for their flippant comments while running for her life on the rooftop.
Reaching the edge quickly, Angel didn't have time to consider her fear of heights. She jumped to the roof of another building, which was seven or eight meters lower.
Like a horse leaping across a cliff, Angel landed smoothly and lightly.
She glanced back and, sure enough, saw the silver-haired girl in a school uniform skirt, looking like a fairy, also leaping from the roof—the only discordant note being the clear shoe print on her face.
"Pfft!"
Angel couldn't help but laugh and continued to run with all her might.
"You dare to laugh!?"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Kiana angrily fired three shots in rapid succession, aiming accurately at Angel's legs and body.
Kiana undoubtedly liked pretty girls, and even without any inappropriate thoughts, she naturally had a soft spot for cute girls, usually unable to bring herself to shoot someone as doll-like and cute as Angel.
But after witnessing the carnage in the alley, Kiana could no longer see the girl as a normal, cute girl but as a dangerous killer.
Angel glanced back, her sharp senses catching the bullet's trajectory.
So, Kiana saw the slender, petite girl perform a graceful front flip, dodging the bullets and landing steadily, then continuing her high-speed escape.
"Don't run! Stop!"
'Only an idiot wouldn't run!'
Angel retorted in her mind, her eyes scanning the buildings ahead, trying to find an escape route.
Fortunately, even the weakest Herrscher was still a genuine Herrscher. A Herrscher core was enough to enhance a frail girl's body to exceed the average Valkyrie's level. So even though Angel herself had no experience, she had a high margin for error in rooftop parkour.
'At this rate, I can shake her off!'
Angel performed another beautiful somersault, dodging the bullets fired from behind. After vaulting over several buildings, she dashed into a half-finished building under construction.
"Are you a wild monkey or what!?"
A frustrated Kiana crashed through a pile of scaffolding and entered the building.
She waved away the dust in front of her eyes but couldn't see Angel anymore.
"Up or down?"
Kiana ran to the stairway, saw nothing below, then looked up and found the figure quickly climbing the stairs.
"Don't run!"
Kiana chased after her.
After a chase up to the rooftop, Kiana held her pistol cautiously but quickly searched the entire rooftop, finding nothing.
"Did she jump down? Or is she hiding on one of the floors?"
Kiana hurried to the edge and looked down, scanning every floor but found no trace of Angel. So, she decisively jumped onto the building's scaffolding, leaping down floor by floor, scanning each level.
...
While Kiana was frantically searching the building, higher up, Angel hung from a construction crane, hiding behind a steel panel that perfectly concealed her body, sneaking glances at Kiana.
"Phew~"
Angel let out a long breath.
'For now, I've shaken her off. But this place isn't safe... Better not enter the Theater yet; I can't be sure there are no other prying eyes.'
'That's right, the Theater is the safest life-saving tool right now; hiding it is the top priority!'
'Then you come up with another idea!'
'Just hang on, Kiana might leave to search elsewhere if she can't find you! Based on what we know of her intelligence, she shouldn't think to look up here!'
Angel pouted in frustration.
Fortunately, her physical condition was very strong; even hanging like this was no effort at all. Angel felt she could hang on for several days, so she reluctantly accepted this option.
Kiana soon reached the ground and, after a fruitless search, stood on the street, holding her gun and crossing her arms, puzzled.
"No way? She escaped? Which direction should I go next? Huh? That crane is really high; maybe I can spot her from up there!"
Kiana's eyes lit up, and she quickly ran toward the crane.
Angel had forgotten one thing.
At this stage, Kiana might indeed lack intelligence, but she was European.
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