Nigotta Hitomi no Lilianne

There were several moving shadows in the pitch-black darkness.

But it is difficult to capture the shadows that move to sew the darkness.

One mansion surrounded by shadows.

The mansion was bought up by a nobleman about a few months ago.

Front gate with luxurious decoration. Just two guards, too.

Armed was the common thing that guarded the front gate of the nobleman's mansion, but those who wore it were those who drew a line from soldiers, even soldiers, who were generally trained.

There are no gaps in the standings, are the eyes good at night - they are vigilant and guarding the area well even in the dark where the light of the moon does not shine.

Two shadows slowly and quietly walk over them like that.

However, the two shadows were never guarded.

As the neck was severed and a large amount of blood ejected, the two men guarding the front gate put the curtain down on that life without a word.

The two shadows that killed two of the guards in advance, who didn't even seem to have some gaps, dispose of them with the magic equipment that turned them into unspeakable bodies as they were - for the shadows - in possession of garbage.

No sound, no light, two trash eaten by pitch-black darkness.

Even the amount of blood flowing out of the ground is consumed by its pitch-black darkness.

At a glance that the process is complete, the shadow opens the key-type magic prop hung at the front gate in an instant with a dedicated unlocking magic prop and begins to enter without sound.

Unmaintained front yard for luxurious gates and large mansion.

The shadows do not make mistakes that allow the guard dogs released into the garden to smell themselves.

Over 20 pieces of iron thrown the moment they entered the front gate.

Most of them were letting the guard dogs go to despair in different dimensions.

Several other guard dogs were patrolling, but all the guards that could be confirmed from the front gate were instantly turned into unspeakable rubbish by the dogs.

Similar things happened at the gate, which existed in the opposite direction besides the front gate, and the guards present in the mansion's garden were expelled in an instant. No sound, just be quiet.

Few lights leak through the mansion windows.

According to prior investigations and reactions by exploratory demonic props, the number present inside the mansion is about 70.

Many shadows surrounding the mansion, but the number of shadows entering through the gate is 4.

It was an overwhelming difference in power, but the shadows are not confused. Instead, continue to act solemnly.

They know. That even if the number of opponents is close to 20 times their own, that doesn't make sense.

If there is only one person waiting for their signal today, it would be 1000 times the number, but it doesn't make sense...

They know.

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A door that fits perfectly with the word "luxurious", with an open and heavy decoration.

No, it might be a strange expression that you've been opened up.

The door broke in two straight from the centre and the hinge was destroyed in an instant, stopping as it crashed into the edge of the wide entrance hall.

Even modest expressions cannot be said to have opened up. The exact expression of being torn apart was perfect.

Without a glance at the former door, which burst into the wall with a roar, the woman slowly proceeded through the entrance hall with two shadows entering the mansion from the front gate and a smile with the door as the former door.

By the time we had made it to half the wide entrance hall, from all over the mansion in hasty footsteps, it was the target of the shadows - all the garbage in their faces.

She has a variety of prey, large and small, in her hand. Fully armed armor or robes on the body.

Swordsmen, spears, bowmen, and magicians are all professions.

But there is no confusion in the three of us. Rather, it's too informative and clapping.

The trash people are yelling and calling something out.

Sound insulating magic props stretched out by two shadows never even sounded loud.

Two shadows and a woman didn't think they needed to hear trash people from the beginning. It is a late soundproofing demonic prop.

A garbage man upstairs noticed it squeezed out a bow the size of his back.

However, the arrows unleashed never reached the shadows.

Because the arrows flying at high speeds caused one piece of iron released by the shadow to turn its presence into another piece of garbage.

Another piece of iron that was then released also turned the garbage that released the arrows into complete garbage and fell downstairs - into the entrance hall.

It had nothing to do with garbage that fell off its head and had a strange neck bone pointing in the direction, but had been desperate before it crashed to the floor due to a piece of iron thrown.

The sight echoes an anger in the quiet entrance hall for only a moment.

The two shadows and women will not receive that anger because of the sound insulating magic props that are still working.

The garbage is gathering to push towards them all at once.

Preemption is by magicians, attack magic.

Fire arrows, ice arrows, wind arrows.

Colorful arrows are released toward us and three others, but all of them are inhibited by two shadows, and all the sorcerers who fired them are also desperate, causing more debris.

Usually it is difficult to prevent attack magic with physical attacks.

The two shadows did what could not have been accomplished without an extra degree of skill difference and an overwhelming degree of precision over the target. They also killed the tenacity that had been unleashed.

But for both of them, that's before breakfast.

Therefore, an interception is initiated against the main proximity fighters pushing forward.

Two crimson blades are gripped in the shadow's hand. There are a total of 4 crimson blades.

The moment I held that crimson blade reminiscent of blood, the figure of the shadow melted into darkness as it deserved its appearance.

The tragedy that began around the woman was a slash caused by four crimson blades.

Front hall stained with gushing blood, screaming and yelling.

In the meantime, the woman was creating the sight of a single painting.

Garbage turned into dark entrance halls, red floors and corpses to be lit.

One woman stands in the center of it.

A lingering appearance of unbearability.

The silver hair, cut together over her shoulders, is illuminated by a swinging light and a red floor, reddish and seeping out the luster.

A woman's smile doesn't even seem to be in her eyes, such as the tragedy around her.

"Big Ma'am. Processing completed in the first place."

"Yes, thank you. Those who fled will have perished all around them. Shall we erase the rest?"

The four blades quietly tell one of the shadows as he pokes one knee against the woman in the entrance hall, which became quiet in about 10 seconds.

The woman kept smiling and began to climb the loose spiral staircase leading upstairs as she told her pale and planned progression.

The shadow disappeared with its head hanging, as it dissolved in the darkness.

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The second floor of the mansion is the deepest. There is a good amount of blood and garbage in the hallway that leads up there.

There is no trauma other than one slashing muscle on an already exhausted body.

Everything has been slit through his throat, his head severed and he is desperate.

When the woman quietly pressed the door of the deepest room, an incredible shock and roar echoed from the motion that seemed completely devoid of force and so on, and the door was blown with tremendous momentum into the hanging junctional magic and communal room.

"That's right, the silent silver extermination that must be rumored. Wouldn't it even be a barrier in the 3rd degree junction"

"Good evening, may you be the head of the Rafflesia?

"Nevertheless. I am the leader of Rafflesia, Govre Io Odor."

There was a dozen armed garbage in the room and somewhat better garbage wrapped around gear that drew a line with the rest.

Slightly better looking garbage stares at bitterly blown doors and speaks his own name to the answers asked.

Trash armed with it hits two shadows and a woman, but the shadow starts intercepting all of them without incident.

Slash each with 4 blades.

Many pieces of garbage with their heads disconnected collapse with the loss of the command tower and one or two steps.

From the wounds that did not lead up to the amputation, more than half of the blood flowing was spilled to extinction.

There were 4 living people, but the shadow was attacking some of the better garbage.

For the first time ever, they hesitate to attack when they have shown overwhelming combat power.

Trash that seems somewhat better - due to the unusual temper emanating from goblets.

"Stay back, you guys. My opponent will be heavy on you."

"Yes!"

Even with Goblet's vicious murderous temper, the woman orders the shadows to fall back with the same voice.

Woman slowly progressing with one, two steps.

Govre pulls out his sword as the woman approaches him.

When the shadows saw the full body, they remembered the battle with amazement.

Goblet's sword was a weapon whose performance was rising out of step with that of a normal weapon called Satanic Martial Arts.

Slashing with demonic weapons cleaves the rock like butter.

It is a weapon that has been turned into a magic object that can also obtain a variety of other special magic effects.

But the woman's gait remains the same.

She knows. In that degree of demonic weapons, it is a dream of hurting yourself.

Goblet smiles as if he was convinced of a winning chance at a slowly approaching woman.

There was more than 10 meters of flashes shaken by a woman in his range, but she is still in a median position for the range of Devil's weapons.

Released sword flash. Demonic Armor - The special attack held by Flashing Sword Torite was extinguished by making a tall noise before touching the woman.

Except for the sword flashes that disappeared before touching the woman, they have double-breached the walls of the room and have definitely carved one muscle.

"Silly! You mean you prevented the sword flashing!?

"What are you saying in this degree of child play?

"Kuh!"

Goblet's amazement is the best. It was only those who used fairly high-ranking junctional magic tools, such as those who had previously prevented his unleashed sword flashes.

Everything else turned into an untold corpse the moment he saw his sword flash.

A woman who extinguishes all of the flashes of a few swords she releases continuously, without a single action, before she touches them all.

He held down his trembling legs in awe and amazement, a goblet that emitted a sword flash, but with the little sigh of a woman he put down the curtain in his lifetime.

The woman, who let herself enter the gap for a moment releasing the sword flash, looks back as she thumbs down his forehead only once with a sigh of sigh, and leaves saying it's all over.

Goblet's movements with his forehead poked small stopped completely, as did the stormy sword flashes.

The body of the stopped goblet swells from the inside, and the armor he was wearing bounces and flies.

Govre's eyes are not already in focus, and on the contrary, both eyes even point in different directions separately. Something breaks through his skin, but there's no way that a lot of blood could have erupted from his torn skin.

Something had already protruded from all over his body, but Goblet was still alive.

"Bullshit………"

That was Goblet's last word.

At the end of the day, something swelled up and blew the upper body of the goblet.

After the woman and the two shadows left the room, the deepest room on the second floor was littered with objects that were somewhat garbage with a ruptured upper body and only a lower body, as well as shattered flashing sword torches.

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"What's the end?

"No damage. It's all over."

"Yes."

Answer as if one of the four shadows to follow had been prepared in advance for a word the woman casually heard just before leaving the mansion.

The woman who heard the answer seemed uninterested, leaving the mansion behind to say just one word.

That day, five organizations were destroyed.

A few days later, the woman arrived at the mansion surrounded by Auvent's junction, the capital of the Auvent kingdom, deepening her constant grin at her third grandson, whom she met for the first time.