Chapter 438: Nail and Olive

Chapter 438: Nail and Olive

Beatrice half-opened her eyes and watched through the gap in her forearms in front of her face how the fiery death ball flew through the implausibly long “living-quarters”, setting on fire and smashing aside any object that was unfortunate enough to be in its path as it rapidly approached the one responsible for the latest massacre.

“Huh?” the young pink-haired hamaxe wielder turned her head to see why the entire ‘living quarters’ suddenly flashed white for a split second and saw a giant ball of molten rock and fire hurling in her direction.

“WUAAAAAHH!!” the girl unleashed a warrior’s battle cry and turned to meet the approaching doom head-on with her giant hammer axe, swinging it around her in an arc as she turned to gain more momentum for her weapon. The bloody white hammer axe formed a tail of its own behind it as it flew through the air: a black mist that grew thicker before the girl disappeared from Beatrice’s view, obstructed by the bright fire.

An explosion akin to a bolt of thunder cracked through the air and Ember’s Doomsday rock sharply changed direction and flew straight for one of the gothic arc windows, crashing through it and leaving a giant hole wider than the window itself as it flew out of the palace, accompanied by the glass and stone it broke in its path.

The original target of the fire magic stood where she was before, breathing heavily as drops of sweat rapidly formed on her face. She was hunched forward, grasping tightly the long handle of her giant hammer that now rested on the cracked marble floor and a barely noticeable lingering layer of black dissipated completely before the last stone fell to the floor from the new hole in the wall.

“Who the hell are you?” the first known survivor of Ember’s lethal spell asked the uninvited guests in between her heavy breaths.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.

“SHUT UP, NOEL!!” the pink-haired girl screamed threw up a dozen nails that she suddenly pulled out of nowhere and hammered them mid-air, launching the nails like bullets right into the catkin’s melancholic face.

That expression remained unchanged even as all twelve nails flew straight through Noel’s eyes, cheeks, and forehead, and penetrated deep into the wall behind the etherial catkin, barely a foot over the heads of the three remaining survivors of Lucarad’s cult who had their hands nailed to that same wall.

“I’m sorry, Your Higness, but I am not here,” Noel said. “That is, I am ‘here’ where I am, but my ‘here’—”

“Shut it! I know!” the girl interrupted the talkative beastkin.

“‘Highness’?” Beatrice asked.

“Correct!” Noel answered Beatrice’s question and then some. “Her Royal Highness, The Fifth Princess of Larpsus, Annie! And she is the Fifth Princess, for that is the order in which she was pushed out of Her Majesty’s womb, the organ for developing and growing a baby, not sticking your phallic organs into! And though you might say—”