"Sebastian, is everything ready?"
"Everything is ready, Milord."
The throne seat spun, and it revealed a handsome prince sitting prettily with his legs crossed. His awesome hands spread out smoothly like waves of the sea, and magical hologram screens popped up in front of him.
This person, who has assumed the throne of the Lancelot Manor's War Factory, is none other than the all-handsome king: Me.
I grinned as my eyes glowed gold, channeling the mana deep inside my veins.
"Shared Sight to Familiar, set to on," I muttered.
My vision turned static for a split second, and then it shifted to the point of view of my mystical familiar: a small red dragonfly. With this Shared Sight magic, whatever my insect sees, I see. And since the dragonfly is familiar, I can remotely control it with my brain waves. It is my very own bionic drone.
My drone entered the premises of a mansion. I flew it from garden to garden, from tree to tree, until it reached the windows of the target: Director Patrick Lavoisier.
Director Patrick Lavoisier is a chubby man in his late thirties, with golden blonde pompadour hair and a suave mustache. He's wearing a white governmental uniform, with lots of golden badges on his chest. His blue eyes examined the exquisite wine before drinking it.
"So, is that news true? There is a mysterious person who sent an assassination threat to me?" The fat blonde man asked his assistant who is an old man with a monocle.
"Yes, Director. The letter we found on your gate was sent by a person who name himself 'Deva'. As of now, we have no means to identify who made or sent this prank."
"Heh! No matter!" The blonde fat man scoffed. "Even if it's true, there's no way I'll get assassinated. I spent trillions for knights and mages who are roaming my villa twenty-four-seven. This manor is also equipped with magical technology turrets that detect all things coming in and out the premises! Even if this 'Deva' assassin managed to slip through my guards and automatic defenses, he cannot escape the magical traps I've set on every floor of this mansion! He will have to face five hellish floors full of life-draining fumes before he reaches this very room! Wahahaha!"
As the fat director laughed his lungs out, he grabbed the private parts of his whores sitting beside his bed. The director's assistant bowed and left the room, only leaving the corrupt man to enjoy his women.
I touched my earpiece and talked to my pawn on the field.
"Target is staying on the sixth floor. The mansion is protected by a strong magical barrier that prevents any precise sniping position. Commence the original plan."
"Roger."
I commanded the drone to get away from the window. Everything will be a little messy.
One, two, three, four, five.
After five seconds of silent night, it was broken by a sonic boom!
A gigantic arrow of photon barged in right in the front door of the manor, alerting the knights and mages roaming around. There was a strong tremor that gave a wind explosion, making the luxury cars parked in the manor's garden fly like a tumbleweed!
"What was that!?" The guards shouted. They all looked at the magical barrier of the mansion, which was shattered in the front.
All of a sudden, the magical turrets that are mounted on the walls started firing bullets. The turrets sprayed shots until they were taken down one by one by an invisible air bullet.
"We're under attack!" One of the guards cried.
All the mages and knights that are contracted by the fat director turned their eyes towards the main gate, which is now open and defenseless. The front magical turrets are down, and it's up to these hired goons to stop whatever thing they are about to encounter.
"There!" One of the guards pointed thirty degrees from the ground. It was hard to see it at first because the night is dark, but after squinting their eyes, they managed to see the terror incarnate that is about to come.
"It's a dragon!"
Right a few meters above the giant gate, is a humanoid dragon standing ten meters tall. It has black cybernetic armor with silver-blue designs on its claws and head. It has blue sword-like wings and a giant blue orb on its chest. Its red eyes with golden pupils glowed as it charged energy on its body.
"Watch out!"
All of a sudden, the second arrow of light was unleashed, and it was clear that it came from the dragon's blue-orbed chest. This time, the arrow of light passed through the broken barrier and hit the basement floor of the director's mansion.
With a bright explosion, the foundations of the mansion crumbled.
All those five floors that are bragged to be full of traps became nothing but debris. The manor collapsed like a house of cards, only leaving a gigantic crater filled with destruction.
"Status?" A woman's voice rang inside my head. She's communicating with telepathy.
"Clear. Director Patrick Lavoisier was still in his room when the manor collapsed." I answered. "Proceed to the End Phase."
"Got it."
The dragon hovered above the awestruck guards who still cannot believe that their boss' mansion collapsed. However, some of the guards still decided to fight.
"With the power of flames, I command thee, destroy my enemy!" The mages pointed their wand at the dragon, and fireballs flew out.
"Fire!" The knights aimed their magic swords at the dragon, and lasers made from pure mana came out.
However, all those attacks did not damage the dragon, nor even make a dent in its anti-magic black armor. Dragons like that one are naturally immune to magic, so they are just wasting their energy for nothing.
When the dragon finally reached the collapsed manor, its body glowed with golden light. It reshaped itself into a much smaller human-sized and human-shaped body of a beautiful but menacing woman.
The woman is wearing a black skin-tight bodysuit which only reveals the upper part of her chest and the side of her legs. She's wearing a short white fairy dress with blue flame decals. Her long silver-blue hair danced as she landed on top of the pile of debris. Her crimson dark horn shined in the moonlight.
Her eyes opened, revealing crimson irises and golden vertical pupils. With a smug smile, she spread out his arms, and floating blue swords materialized on her back.
"I am Deva!"
All the people who bore witness of the silver-blue-haired witch were in awe. She was beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Nobody was able to utter a word.
The woman who named herself Deva sleazily walked and grabbed somebody from the pile of debris. It was the fat blonde director, with half of his face soaked with his blood. The fat director is half-dead at this point, and he is being held by the nape of his neck like a poor kitten. The merciless witch did not care if she accidentally breaks his neck at this point.
"You people should have known that you are serving a corrupt man who steals billions of public funds. Director Patrick Lavoisier is the very image of corruption in Novum Metropolis. He taxes the poor at gunpoint and betrays people who no longer serve a purpose to him. It is only natural that he must be served with swift justice."
Deva tossed the director back to the pile of dirt, not caring if the person survives or not.
Then, she raised her hand and a gigantic magical circle appeared. Slowly, I gigantic vault from the underground of the manor, about the size of a regular bungalow, emerged from the soil.
It took no time until the whole safe was levitating due to Deva's overwhelming magic. With her white high-heeled shoes, she stepped on top of the gigantic vault and spoke once again.
"Let this serve as a warning to all people of Novum Metropolis. I am coming for every person who abuses their power and heinous acts. I will put them to justice with these bloodied hands. I will become the villainess that destroys all evil."
Deva raised her hand, and a magical katana materialized. With a swift swing from the vault, it broke open.
Countless bills flew around, and the people: the guards, the whores, the assistants, and other bystanders started to catch the money in the air.
Meanwhile, the dying fat director was just there on top of the rubble, bathing in his blood. Nobody even dared to do first-aid or call an ambulance. They just ignored him like a dying dog in a dark alley.