Book 8: Chapter 34
Alice was unstoppable.
Nobody inside the Outer Court could stop her. The Valkyries guarding the entrance all died in battle. Though they managed to stall Alice for a while, Alice was now standing inside the Outer Court.
Nobody could stop Alice. She could decimate every folding door. Blood was dripping off her blade. The remaining maids and male servants inside the Outer Court were quivering on the ground. Alice wasn’t interested in them. She didn’t come to kill them, and she wasn’t revolting. She even stopped to give the painting of Her Majesty at the entrance of the Outer Court a deep bow with an absolutely solemn expression.
There was now no one left who could stop Alice in the Outer Court. Alice just had to ascend the stairs, stand at the door and smash it to pieces with a single punch. Then she just needed to pick her target up from his bed as if she was picking up a bird.
All of the Prince’s mana had been sucked out by Luna, so he was incapable of putting up a resistance against her now. In fact, he couldn’t even stand up. Luna is not a combatant and can’t even drag him away to escape. Freya was probably being violated by some tramp.
Her target couldn’t escape, and nobody could stop her. The job was so simple Alice wanted to burst out in loud laughter. It was far too simple. Had she known it would be so simple, she wouldn’t have needed to concoct a plan or needed Castell’s weapons. She just needed to come knocking on her own. She, alone, was enough.
That was how it supposed to go. There wasn’t supposed to be anybody who could stop her.
However, Alice stopped in her tracks. She saw a small silhouette desperately trying to move chairs, bookshelves and other furniture over to create a barricade to the Prince’s room. She continued to move things similarly to a diligent ant over and over and only stopped once the corridor was virtually completely blocked. Alice didn’t stop her; instead, she watched her struggle with curiosity.
She watched her futile efforts.