Not even the common noise of cutting through the wind occurred. The moment Cien crouched her body following the warning sent by the ‘Dragon’s Eye’, a blood-red line was drawn above it.
A swift sword faster than sound.
Soon, the torn air let out a belated scream and writhed. A few strands of hair swept by the gale spoke of the urgency of the situation.
It was close.
If she had been even a little late, or if the princess’s height had been even a little taller, that blood-red solid line would have become a perforation line. One that would expose the contents inside the princess’s skull to the world.
No matter how much she pondered, it was excessively strong. Even if she inherited the vampire’s blood, could such growth be possible with just that?
Something was off.
The princess’s brain, facing the crisis of death, began to rotate at high speed.…