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“It’s called ‘bisecting,’ you dogs. I wish I could’ve shown you how cleanly he came apart.”
The Captain of the Guard had been in high spirits since morning. It was his daily routine to lead five Fidea soldiers on a “patrol” through the city—a mere excuse to torment any citizen who caught his eye. The metallic flask at his hip reeked of potent liquor.
“Scum starting to think they’re people… I’ll have to remind them of their place again today.”
He rested his hand on the pommel of the sword that had cut down Woland, a distorted smirk creeping across his face.
“Captain, why not hunt a young girl today? Cutting down old men is getting dull,”
one of the soldiers leered. A chorus of vulgar laughter echoed through the ranks.
To the garrison of the Fidea Empire, the people of this nation were not human. Even if they were killed, no questions were asked. There weren’t even laws to punish such acts. This was because Cardinal Zolone, the man leading the Fidea forces, viewed the locals as nothing more than livestock.
The soldiers marched toward the city gate as they always did. But just as they passed under the stone archway, the world turned into a scream.
Boiling oil cascaded from above.
Three men, including the Captain, shrieked in unison as the liquid seared their flesh. A massive iron pot crashed onto the cobblestones, clattering and rolling away.
The remaining soldiers looked up. There, atop the gate, stood a girl in a white dress with flowing red hair.
Judging by her frame, she was still a child. She was expressionless and silent, looking down at the Captain as he writhed on the ground.
“Y-you! Do you have any idea who we are?!”
a soldier barked, leveling his spear.
The girl didn’t answer. Instead, she hurled a flickering torch into the spill. In an instant, the three oil-soaked men were engulfed in a roaring inferno.
“Gwaaaagh! You brat… I’ll kill you! Get down here!”
Wrapped in flames, the Captain roared. Trembling with rage, his hand clawed for his sword.
At that exact moment, the girl leaped from the gate. She threw her entire weight behind a knife, diving straight for the Captain. Taken aback by her suicidal momentum, even the veteran officer was too slow to react. The blade slid deep into the base of his neck, shattering the collarbone.
“Gugh… y-you…!”
Clutching his throat with both hands, the Captain collapsed onto his back, wheezing.
Ignoring the impact of the fall, the girl struck again and again. She drove the knife down repeatedly, her cheeks soon splattered with crimson. She hadn’t uttered a single word. Even as the fire from the Captain’s body began to singe the hem of her white dress, she seemed to feel nothing.
Overwhelmed by the sight, the remaining soldiers slumped to their knees, trembling before the hellish tableau. The Captain’s massive frame convulsed, dark blood bubbling from his mouth. With his face contorted in agony, he finally fell still.
As the blood-stained girl slowly stood up, a blinding pillar of light pierced the clouds. It was a solemn, overwhelming radiance—the blessing of the God of War descending from the heavens.
Amidst the fire and the pool of blood, Palzea became a Holy Maiden.
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