At the instant silver petals covered the world,
Neris shuddered. To her, martial arts were a means rather than an end, but art itself was closer to her field of expertise. Spies were traditionally well versed in many forms of aesthetics and used them to build rapport with the upper classes.
To such a woman, ‘Seven Steps, Seven Severances’ looked nothing short of a masterpiece.
Steps and blade intersected in a graceful dance. Its movements contained not a single point of waste; it was a technique fully deserving to be called a kind of choreography. And what of the result produced by those six steps?
Darkness was melting into light.
The shadow-like Dragonkin evaporated without leaving even blood behind. Amid the silver flurry, the minions of evil were infinitely powerless. Even the Evil God’s priestess was no exception.
“Ugh, ngh……!”
Stagger.
The girl confronting the ‘Saint’ took an unsteady step backward. Her eyes were opened wide, displaying intense signs of distress, as did the two hands clutching her head.
The warning did not last long.
“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”
A scream wrung from her soul.
The shriek tearing from her damaged vocal cords rose…