Book 3: Chapter 43
Nier asked the person tailing her from behind without answering her: “Take it as me begging you, could you please kill yourself?”
That’s right, a month had gone by and yet Nier still felt that way. Guarding a prince while she’s a Valkyrie is just torture. Guarding somebody other than the empress when she was part of the empress’s guard unit felt the same as being told to resign, and there was no such thing as a second master for the Valkyries. There are only two types of Valkyries; the first type is the live ones guarding the empress, the other type are the dead seniors.
Further, the prince behaved completely differently to her majesty. He lacks a domineering aura, and he doesn’t have the noble air of a royal family member either. He was just like a young playboy of some rich household. He was basically a disgrace to her majesty, and yet her majesty liked him so much. All of the Valkyries were unhappy about that.
So “Please kill yourself” was not a joke when it came from Nier. She genuinely wanted the disgrace of the royal family to off himself. However, the bug never responded to her.
Nier turned around and her surroundings swiftly transformed. The voice, fragrant and laughter filled market disappeared in the blink of an eye transformed into a wet, stinky and dark blue stone wall. His majesty before her had been stabbed in the chest with a knife and blood spurt fourth from his wound.
“YOUR MAJESTY!!”
Nier screamed out and reached for her belt. Her heart froze. Her job was to protect his majesty even if she was unwilling. If his majesty were to die, she would have to kill herself to apologise, no, killing herself wouldn’t be enough to relieve the empress of her anger.
She had never disappointed the empress before!
However, where she reached was empty. Her sword was not hanging where it usually was. Instead, there was a pouch of candy there. Nier froze as she looked at the pouch of candy in front of her. The pouch which originally had beautiful flowers sewn on it was now covered in blood, and seemed to be jolting like a live beating heart.