Bab 46: It's Rather Impolite To Point Guns At A Young Woman, Don't You think?
Four of the knights lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious and defeated. The golden knight, exhausted, wiped the sweat from her brow as she struggled to catch her breath.
Addressing the masked woman with a mix of frustration and curiosity, she pleaded, "Why... Why are you doing all of this? Please, tell me. You claimed that your organization's goal was to cleanse this kingdom of its corruption, but I sense there's more to it, isn't there?"
The masked woman remained ominously silent, her face concealed by the mask.
"Who is this 'he' you speak of? Is he the mastermind, the one pulling your strings, the one commanding your organization?" The golden knight pressed on, desperate for answers.
Once again, the masked woman offered no response, refusing to reveal any information.
The golden knight gritted her teeth, her determination solidifying. "If you won't answer, then so be it. I will fight you with every ounce of my being, and no matter the cost, I will extract the truth from you," she declared resolutely. With renewed determination, she charged towards the masked woman, her sword held high.
As she closed the distance, the golden knight swung her sword with all her might, aiming to strike a decisive blow. However, the masked woman effortlessly evaded the attack, displaying remarkable agility with minimal movement. In retaliation, the masked woman unleashed a swift slash of her own. The golden knight managed to intercept the strike, but the sheer force behind it sent an electric jolt surging through her arm, radiating all the way to her shoulder. The impact was so powerful that she nearly buckled under its weight, but she managed to summon her inner strength and remain steadfast on her feet.
"You're incredibly strong... What are you, really?" the golden knight inquired. She had moved beyond questioning the masked woman's identity; now, she sought to understand the source of her extraordinary power. It was difficult for her to fathom that a mere human could possess such exceptional strength.
Little did she know, the masked woman was no ordinary individual. She was the result of a rigorous experiment known as the Human Capabilities Heightening Experiment. This project aimed to enhance and amplify the natural abilities of its subjects. The masked woman had displayed exceptional fighting prowess from a young age, prompting the experimenter to focus on honing her combat skills. Through rigorous training and scientific advancements, her fighting abilities had been heightened to an unparalleled degree. The experiment aimed to maximize an individual's inherent talents and strengths, and in the masked woman's case, her skills as an assassin had been honed to perfection from a young age.
The golden knight sighed, realizing that she wouldn't receive any answers from her enigmatic opponent. Nevertheless, she refused to be underestimated. Gathering her resolve, she took a deep breath and spoke with unwavering determination, "Don't underestimate me. I am Celia Silvercrest, captain of the Knight's Order, and I will utilize every ounce of my power to defeat you and dismantle your organization." With a swift motion, she swung her sword, aiming to strike the masked woman once more.
The masked woman effortlessly blocked the golden knight's attack and retaliated with a strike of her own. The force behind each blow was staggering, causing the knight to grimace in pain. Each impact felt like being trampled by a charging rhinoceros, if not even more powerful. However, despite the overwhelming force, the golden knight managed to remain on her feet. She knew that if she were to be forced onto her knees, it would mark her defeat.
"...You certainly are persistent. As expected of the captain of the Knight's Order. But in the end, you are no match for me," the masked woman taunted, her voice cold and unwavering. Her red eyes gleamed ominously through the openings in her mask.
The knight felt a surge of irritation at the woman's words, but she refused to let it sway her. She knew better than to succumb to taunts. With determination in her voice, she retorted, "Do not underestimate me. While I may not possess the strength to defeat you with a sword, there are still plenty of ways I can fight!"
With that, the golden knight attempted to seize the masked woman's arm and execute a shoulder flip. However, to her astonishment, she found it impossible to budge her opponent even an inch. The woman stood firm, rooted to the ground, as if unaffected by the knight's efforts.
"Impossible..." the knight muttered, disbelief etched across her face. Undeterred, she swiftly shifted her tactics and aimed a powerful kick towards the masked woman's knee. But once again, her attack met with resistance—or rather, lack thereof. The woman didn't even flinch, her stance unyielding.
The masked woman tilted her head, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Is that all? Is this truly the extent of the Knight's Order's power? How underwhelming..."
"Guh! I told you not to underestimate me!" the golden knight exclaimed, her frustration fueling her movements as she swung her sword with reckless abandon.
The masked woman took a step back, her expression unwavering as she spoke in a chilling tone, "My brother has concluded his business here, so it is time to put an end to this."
With cold efficiency, the masked woman reloaded her silenced pistol and cocked it, preparing to deliver the final blow. The sound of the silenced gunshot pierced the air as the bullet found its target, tearing through the golden knight's abdomen. Pain surged through her body as she dropped to her knees, clutching the bleeding wound as crimson spilled forth.
"Kuh...!" the knight grunted, her strength waning as she struggled to remain upright. A shadow cast over her, and when she looked up, she met the gaze of the masked woman, her red eyes gleaming ominously.
"Consider your loyalties carefully, Miss Knight. Reflect on who you will choose to pledge your allegiance to. I offer you this chance, and I hope that when we meet again, you will be on our side," the masked woman coldly declared. With a swift kick aimed at the knight's chin, she sent her flying through the air before crashing onto her back.
The masked woman lingered for a moment, her gaze fixed upon the fallen knight, before turning on her heel. As she reached the edge of the roof, she removed her mask, revealing a face of striking beauty. Her black hair cascaded around her, accentuating her allure, while her red eyes held an air of intrigue.
"This world will belong to my little brother one day. The Scarlet Lotus will ensure its purification," she murmured, her voice carrying a mix of determination and conviction. With a graceful leap, she descended from the rooftop, making her way towards the source of the earlier explosion.
•••••
Several hours prior...
In a mysterious manor hidden deep within the shadows, a group of men callously dragged three women, their eyes blindfolded and their wrists tightly bound behind their backs. Their helpless figures trembled with fear as they were brought before a man who, in every sense of the word, resembled a swine. With a nose that seemed to point skyward and a bloated stomach, his appearance was truly grotesque. His wide mouth, capable of swallowing an apple whole without difficulty, curved into a wicked grin as he laid eyes on the trembling women.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," he snorted. "My new playthings, it seems."
"Indeed, Lord Pigman," spoke a man dressed in a suit, tie, and black sunglasses. Although his attire suggested he was an agent of some sort, his words revealed a different story. "These two women were recently abducted from a village near the Lambhart region," he continued, bowing his head slightly. "And the third one, as you may have guessed, is none other than the daughter of the fallen aristocratic family, Meadowlight."
The swine-like Lord Pigman's eyes gleamed with malicious delight. He couldn't contain his excitement, his anticipation for the forbidden pleasures that lay ahead. With a salacious lick of his lips, he brought his pudgy hands together and began rubbing them together greedily, as if savoring a mouthwatering delicacy.
"How marvelous! I can hardly believe my luck. To indulge in the taste of a fallen aristocrat's daughter... Ah, bring her to my chambers immediately! Tonight shall be a night she will never forget," he exclaimed, his grin widening.
"Right away, Lord Pigman," the suited man complied, bowing once again.
With a wicked grin stretching across his face, Lord Pigman's yellowed teeth came into view, adding to the repulsive image he presented. A grotesque bulge pressed against his pants, a disturbing indication of his unbridled desire. His excitement had reached its peak, becoming palpable in the air around him.
As the woman with vibrant green hair, the very one the agent had spoken of, felt the roughness of being dragged, desperation welled up inside her. She fought against her restraints, her voice filled with anguish.
"No, no, please! I don't want this! I beg you, don't!"
Lord Pigman's grin only widened at her futile resistance. He leaned in closer, removing the blindfold from the fallen aristocrat's daughter. His voice dripped with sadistic anticipation as he spoke.
"Resistance is utterly pointless, my dear," he sneered, relishing in his power. "Tonight, you shall serve me until dawn breaks. But before we proceed, allow me to inquire: are you..." His tongue darted out to lick his discolored teeth before he continued, "a virgin?"
As the young woman caught a glimpse of Pigman's face, sheer terror gripped her. She knew all too well the horrors that awaited her.
"NOOOOOOOO!" she shrieked, desperately trying to escape her inevitable fate.
"Hoh! Hoh! Now, bring her to my—"
Before Lord Pigman could finish his sentence and issue the command to bring her to his chamber, an unexpected visitor barged into the manor, interrupting the sinister scene.
"Well, well, well, Lord Pigman. What a naughty little pig you've been," the uninvited visitor taunted, their voice laced with a mixture of mockery and contempt.
Pigman's head jerked towards the intruder, surprise etched across his swine-like features.
The intruder concealed her face behind a smiling mask, but even so, Lord Pigman couldn't help but lick his lips as his gaze fixated on her. She, too, was a woman, and her alluring figure was so perfect that men would undoubtedly feel an undeniable stirring within them at the mere sight of her. Pigman's excitement only intensified as she drew closer.
However, as she approached, his wicked smile faded, replaced by a subtle change in expression. There was a familiar scent emanating from her, one he had encountered before, but this time it was stronger.
And was that a white liquid on her brown hair?
"Oh, it seems you've noticed," she taunted with a mischievous chuckle. "Fufu... I was showered with an abundance of affection before making my way here, you see. Every inch of me, completely filled."
The implications were clear—this woman had engaged in sexual activity prior to arriving at the manor. It meant she was no longer a virgin. And for Pigman, who had a particular affinity for untouched girls, this was utterly unacceptable. His teeth clenched in frustration.
"Kill her!" he barked, unable to contain his anger.
The men standing at his side immediately raised their submachine guns, ready to execute the intruder. However, before they could even pull the trigger, they fell lifelessly to the ground. A sudden wave of shock washed over Pigman as he watched his subordinates meet their demise.
"Oh my, it's rather impolite to point guns at a young woman, don't you think?" she taunted, her voice dripping with mischief.
Pigman's eyes widened as he beheld what she held in her hands—a massive Gatling gun, smoke billowing from its barrel. The woman had effortlessly dispatched his subordinates.
"Hiiiii!" Pigman shrieked, falling back onto his rear as the woman with the smiling mask declared, "Now then, let's make this a night we'll never forget." She pulled the trigger, and the Gatling gun roared to life, its barrels spinning before unleashing a relentless barrage of bullets.
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