Chapter 87: The Bloodthirsty Sword (1)
The improvised training grounds in the backyard of the mansion were shrouded in thick smoke. It was the aftermath of an explosion that had just blown apart a section of the stone wall. Around ten warriors and mages from the Seventh Squad of the King’s Order had been using the downtime to catch up on training. They immediately formed into ranks and prepared for battle.
"Stay alert!"
"Identify the target!"
A shadow moved swiftly through the haze. The invader darted along the edges of the training grounds, weaving around the collapsed wall. It was a girl with ashen gray hair. The expressions of the gathered members hardened as their eyes locked onto the twin-handed sword in her grip.
"It’s her."
"Is it really Mareda?"
One of the members glanced incredulously at the sky.
"But it’s broad day, isn’t it?"
As members of the King’s Order, an organization specializing in combating cultists, they were well-versed in the nature of dark entities like demonic swords. There was no reason for the demonic sword Mareda to appear under the sun. Its power would only be significantly weakened.
Then why now?
The realization that something had broken the established order filled the group with unease.
Are we misunderstanding something?