Shuah!
Blood burst out from the deep gash in the man's neck and he fell to the wooden floor of the deck, clutching his throat.
For a moment, everyone in the encirclement was stunned as they looked at their fallen comrade. They looked at him, bleeding to death like a gutted fish, then looked around at the fallen bodies on the deck, having been killed the same way.
Countless pools of blood stained the floorboards in such abundance that they even merged into each other. The deck of the ship was stained with red everywhere they could look.
How had it become like this?
How had their prisoner become so powerful?
One person. One woman. Were they so deficient that they'd lose their lives to a foreign Princess?
Verinia took complete advantage of their stunned state. Tapping her toes again, she flew through the air with both hairpins held tight in her hands. She shot forward, slashing and hacking her way through the bodies of the crew.
