The guards stood between Richelieu and the mysterious woman, protecting the Prime Minister while a variety of weapons, from testicle daggers and pocket magic wands to wooden-handle grenades, locked onto the woman. All these actions were completed in the blink of an eye.
Coups, assassinations, riots, and a mysterious woman appearing out of nowhere—when these elements came together, no one could have positive associations. If it weren't for the Prime Minister's preemptive look that said "don't act," the weapons would have already greeted her.
"60 points."
The libertine woman smiled charmingly.
"The score for physical fitness is not bad, and the compliance with commands is very thorough. However, the observation of surroundings is poor, and being too obedient is a fault. On our side, regardless of who it might be, no one is allowed to enter our alert perimeter without permission. Those who fail to react properly get taken out for target practice."
