550: Prepare to Die


    “What’s that?” Remi asked as she pointed at the countless ck and red energies that emerged one after another from the wreckage below and flew through the air toward the highest tower of another fortress half across the city.


    “That’d be my big sister showing off,” Mary said, her smile waning. “I’ve had enough of this ce. Follow me!”


    “Yes, mistress!” Remi jumped up, still buck naked and grinning from ear to ear.


    “Ugh… Where are we going?” Brittany asked as she slowly struggled up on her feet.


    “Where I see fit,” Mary said.


    “Ooh, are we going to the pce!?” Remi asked and tugged Mary on the arm. “I’ve always wanted to see what’s it like inside!”


    “You’re not missing much. Also, what the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Mary pulled her arm away from Remi’s hands.


    “M-my apologies!!” Remi fell back on her knees and prostrated herself. She was so excited to go on an adventure with her queen that shepletely forgot her ce.


    Brittany scoffed at Remi’s shameful disy, which made Remi’s blood boil. Just after she had put Brittany in her ce, this one momentarypse of judgment might have severely damaged Mary’s affection for her that Remi worked so hard for. Remi was not about to lose to this blonde bimbo whose saggy tits were just barelyrger than her own, and who couldn’t even treat Mary’s gifts with the reverence they deserved.


    “Never without my permission,” Mary said and then spread her arms as if for a hug. “Come here!”


    “AHH!” Remi was unable to speak. She leapt up straight into Mary’s arms and wrapped her arms around Mary’s back.


    “You too,” Mary said to Brittany while adjusting Remi to one side.


    With both girls in her arms, Mary turned toward the edge and jumped.


    “Weeeee!!!” Remi cheered as they flew.


    “UAAAAAAAHHH!!!” Brittany cried as they fell.


    But their fall decelerated about halfway down to the massivendslide of rubble and by the time they reached it, Mary was able to touch down with a light tap of her boots against the rock.


    “If you scream like that again, I will rip your shit-eating tongue out!” Mary threatened Brittany and let both girls go.


    “Khe, khe,” Remi coughed from the thickyer of dust still in the air after the copse.


    “Why is the rubble on fire?” Brittany asked, seeing several dying fires all over the ce.


    “Don’t care,” Mary said, looking around. “Find some bodies to steal clothes from. Preferably guards. You’ll attract less attention that way.”


    “Right away!” Remi dedicated herself to the task with a pained grin as her eyes watered and turned red from irritation.


    The area wasn’tcking in corpses, and soon both girls were dressed as guards, one of them wore the armor more convincingly than the other.


    “Finally!” Mary said and suddenly turned around when she heard a cough and slow steps behind her.


    “I’ll protect you!” Remi ran in front of Mary to fend off the mysterious threat.


    That threat turned out to be a stumbling girl who could barely keep her head up as she leaned against a wall she walked next to. She was barefoot and wore little more than torn rags that barely covered her torso—either the only thing that remained of proper clothes or what she was given.


    She had nasty bruises all over her once-fair skin that was now covered in a thickyer of dust. But even with that thickyer, some scars from deep cuts pushed through, especially those on her forearms that had barely begun to heal. The girl had dark shoulder-length hair, and when she lifted her head to look ahead, she revealed her tired crimson eyes.


    Those eyes snapped wide open when she saw who stood in front of her.


    “YOU!!” she screamed coarsely and took a defensive stance. But her bloodied left leg instantly gave out and she fell against the very same wall she so hastily abandoned.


    “Yes, I’m me. Princess Mary, to be precise!” Mary said, looking at the girl with disgust and the slightest curiosity. “… I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere. Were you one of the shitter guards that stole my armor? If so…”


    “M-my name…” the girl muttered.


    “Speak up, you half-dead piece of shit!” Mary raised her voice and as well as her right arm, aiming the open palm of her hand at the half-dead girl and added, “Before I finish the job!”


    The girl pushed against the wall to stand a little more upright and said, “My name is Lilith Akari. You killed my uncle. Prepare to die.”