You think you're worthy of saving the world?

“Ugh…!?”

Suddenly, something hit Annabelle hard in the face, making her see black.

Annabelle covered her burning, numb cheek and looked closely.

“…………!?”

Having finally seen the true face of the murderer hidden in the darkness, Annabelle stared wide-eyed, frozen in place.

My mind went blank.

She suddenly remembered a recent rumor at the seminary that the Child of Prophecy was hiding a terrible monster.

After questioning Irene, Annabelle learned the truth: it was just a rumor spread by Yuri during the Holy Sword Challenge.

But now that we've seen the actual product up close...

Even if the numbers aren't that exaggerated, the scale is still quite astonishing.

Compared to Euryph's handsome youthful appearance, this could indeed be described as a ferocious and terrifying behemoth.

"……Well."

Annabelle took several deep breaths before she finally calmed herself down.

My cheek, which had just been hit hard, was still numb.

She was both ashamed and scared, and didn't know what to do next.

How should this end?

So she looked up at Yuri, wanting to ask for her master's opinion—

What I received in return was a pair of extremely cold eyes.

"------"

Annabelle held her breath for a moment.

Although I don't quite understand why, I feel like I've offended the other party.

"Master!?"

"Since you know he is your master, why are you still so rude?" Yuri said with displeasure.

"what……!"

Annabelle suddenly realized what was happening and covered her mouth with her hand.

Then, she scrambled out of bed.

Annabelle prostrated herself on the floor beside the bed, performing a standard dogeza (lower abdomen ritual).

Above her head, the black-haired boy she regarded as her master and was determined to offer his soul to sat down on the edge of the bed again.

This time, however, Annabelle was not kneeling before the prophesied child, but rather her "new master"...

The purple-haired female teacher pressed her forehead tightly to the ground, staring intently at the carpet, barely daring to breathe loudly.

Overwhelming devotion...

An intense, heartfelt desire to worship filled her chest.

"That's more like it. It seems that Eileen has done a pretty good job educating you."

Yuri's words reached Annabelle's ears.

This feeling of being encouraged and recognized overwhelmed Annabelle, and she couldn't help but close her eyes in bliss.

"Your new owner is in a good mood."

Yuri stared at Annabelle kneeling at his feet and said calmly.

“Come on, Anna…you’re allowed to serve him tonight.”

"Yes... thank you."

As she said this, Annabelle slowly raised her neck.

Without any hesitation, she gave her new owner her first kiss, which she had kept for 25 years.

……

……

……

As expected, revenge will begin tonight.

The girl, known as "Ghost," tossed and turned in her quilt, unable to fall asleep.

The Empire has already obtained intelligence, so if we're going to act tonight, we must strike first.

He threw back the covers and got up from the luxurious bed.

The assassin girl stood in front of the dressing mirror and took off her cute lace nightgown.

Her slender, graceful body shimmered in the moonlight, making her incredibly alluring.

The girl took out the clothes she had prepared beforehand.

He put on a black coat, black stockings, and a black cloak.

After changing into her night clothes, the girl did not act immediately, but sat in front of the mirror and waited patiently.

We must be very careful.

As the light faded, the girl pricked up her ears, waiting for the house to quiet down.

We must wait until the maids are asleep before we can proceed.

She won't have to wait long.

Earlier today, the girl had told the maids that the weather was very hot and they could rest early in the evening.

With the young lady's permission, the servants were naturally very happy to be able to go home and rest early.

...And so, that moment arrived before midnight.

The girl left the room, crossed the corridor, and went to the mansion's storage room to retrieve her weapon.

Her great-grandfather was an enthusiast of foreign cultures, and he set up a room in the mansion specifically to store his collection of foreign artifacts.

The parents disliked the room intensely, believing that the things left by their great-grandfather were worthless trinkets, but only the girl knew that a real treasure was buried inside.

In the collection room of the house, there is a real magic sword on display.

It was a demonic sword from the distant orc kingdom of the East.

When the girl was still a little girl, she was captivated by its beautiful and elegant appearance when she first saw it.

Just like the legendary holy sword, it can only be wielded by those chosen by the goddess...

The demon sword will only attract those who can understand its beauty and wickedness.

The girl was the one who was chosen.

This demonic sword is very similar to myself.

Despite its elegant appearance, it is merely a disguise, concealing a terrifying desire.

Every night since she encountered the demon sword, in the stillness of the night, the girl seemed to hear the demon whispering in her ear.

He wanted to kill, to drink blood, to seek revenge.

Unfortunately, the girl did not harbor any evil intentions.

The education she received from a young age made her a girl with correct values.

In her parents' eyes, she was an obedient child.

In her friends' eyes, she is a gentle girl.

In her teacher's eyes, she was an excellent student.

But sometimes—

It's just that sometimes, the girl would imagine what it would feel like to kill a friend or someone she knew.

The urge to tear apart her surroundings constantly assaulted the girl.

Even though this impulse had been urging the girl for a long time, she overcame it.

That kind of thing is wrong.

Murder is wrong.

The girl resolutely decided to live on, bearing the curse of the demonic sword, until a certain period quietly approached—

A troubled and distraught girl, one night, hears the call of a demonic sword and, as if possessed, enters her home's treasure vault.

"Pull me out..."

"I will grant your wish..."

"I will protect what you cherish most..."

As if possessed, the girl reached for the demonic sword on the display shelf, and then...

When she came to her senses, she was already standing in a pool of blood.

The first victim was a nobleman from the Augusta Empire.

It is said that the orc craftsmen who forged the magic sword were once persecuted by the imperial nobles.

Therefore, this demonic sword was imbued with the craftsman's vengeful spirit, and it swore to kill all the nobles of the empire.

That's right—

This is a demonic sword that can corrupt its master's body and mind, manipulating him to constantly kill others.

The girl didn't have much memory of her first murder; she only felt lightheaded and extremely happy.

I long to live a happy life, to happily kill people... This is the only thought on my mind as I swing my knife.

The guilt was immense.

Surprisingly, I didn't feel much regret.