Chapter 92

"Angélica……! What are you doing!?"

Amidst the cries and roars, it was Brutus Calcifer who let out a trembling voice.

Shuddering at the massacre before his eyes, he raised his voice resolutely.

"Why did you kill Kilgis! What was your purpose…!?"

"I merely killed a traitor who betrayed the empire. What more purpose could there be? I am simply fulfilling my duty as a member of the Ilkas family, who guards the border."

Angélica turned her single eye towards Lord Calcifer and replied with a puzzled look.

"The Ilkas family is already extinct! This is all in vain!"

"It is not extinct. I am here."

Angélica stated without hesitation.

Her single eye, now the only one left, glowed with a near-mad light as she spoke without a moment's hesitation.

"As long as I am here, the Ilkas will not end. Even if I am alone, I will continue to fight the empire until the end."

"You…! Have you lost your mind!?"

The lord clenched his teeth and turned his gaze to his son.

He glared at him, wondering why he had brought such a woman, but Blood shrugged as if it were nothing.

"Isn't it enough already, Father? It's time for the House of Calcifer to close its doors."

"Blood, how can you…!?"

"Do you understand? Even if we gathered ten thousand soldiers, we cannot defeat Prince Raidor, who is approaching here. They have already defeated the imperial army. How can we, who surrendered to the empire without a fight, possibly win? Have you become so senile that you can't even do such simple math?"

"Shut up! Are you still the heir of the House of Calcifer!?"

"Frankly, I have no interest in being the heir of a house that is about to be destroyed. If it's going to be destroyed anyway, let it be a source of sustenance for my wife."

"What…!"

"AAAAAAAAAAH!?"

The argument between father and son was cut short by a blood-curdling scream.

As the lord turned around in a panic, Angélica was already plunging her dagger into her next victim. The man, a servant of the Count of Kuvertos, was pierced through the chest and exploded into pieces in the next instant.

"I will kill the traitors. Every last one of them."

Angélica continued to stab the party guests with her dagger, causing the traitors who had betrayed the empire to explode one by one.

Angélica Ilkas, a skilled female knight, was also a powerful mage proficient in the element of 'water.'

The magic sword she had perfected through rigorous training in both swordsmanship and magic was the 'Blast Shatter Sword.' This sword delivered a fatal blow by infusing the enemy's body with magical energy and manipulating the water within, causing the enemy to explode from the inside out.

"Wait! Angélica! Stop it!"

"I won't stop. I will kill the traitors. Not a single hair will be left alive."

Despite the lord's desperate pleas, Angélica did not stop her killing spree.

She stabbed the backs of fleeing nobles, the buttocks of servants hiding under tables, and the heads of servants crying and begging for their lives, causing them to explode with a cold, methodical precision.

Naturally, some tried to flee the party venue, but it had been locked from the outside, likely by Blood's prior arrangements, making escape impossible.

"You…!"

Count Kuvertos leaped at Angélica from behind.

Kuvertos was well-built and, as a border noble, had a decent grasp of martial arts.

However, Angélica spun on her right foot and delivered a roundhouse kick, smashing her metal prosthetic leg into Kuvertos' head.

"Ugh…!"

Kuvertos collapsed to the floor, blood streaming from his head, his skull caved in.

Angélica, with meticulous care, stabbed the already dead man and blew him to pieces, ensuring he had no chance of survival.

Eventually, the party venue became a sea of blood, and only three people remained alive: Angélica, Blood, and Lord Calcifer.

"Well… Father, you are the last one, aren't you?"

"Ah…!"

Blood in his white tuxedo and Angélica in her wedding dress were both drenched in the blood of their victims. To the lord, they looked like messengers from hell.

"Wait! Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me!"

Lord Calcifer, in a pitiful state, crawled on the floor, begging for his life.

"If you want the head of the house, I'll give it to you! I'll help in the revival of the Ilkas family! So, please, just spare my life…"

"I don't want that."

"I don't need that."

Blood and Angélica answered immediately.

Though they gave the same response, the former had a playful look, as if tormenting a small animal, while the latter's eyes were cold and unfeeling.

"Didn't I say it already? I have no interest in the House of Calcifer. Prince Raidor's army is almost here, and there's no hope of reinforcements from the empire. A house with no future is less important than my lovely bride."

"Once a traitor, always a traitor. The Ilkas family will be revived, but I don't need someone I can't trust."

"Aaah…!"

Receiving a death sentence from both of them, Lord Calcifer finally collapsed.

He lay in a pitiful state, leaking all bodily fluids, and was speechless in despair.

Angélica slowly approached the broken lord and, without hesitation, plunged her dagger into his forehead.

"Kaa…"

"Farewell. The man who was supposed to be my stepfather."

"…"

The lord was blown to pieces without a word.

The once powerful noble, who had held the most influence in the eastern border region, met his end, reduced to nothing but dust.

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