The commotion in the villa had already alerted the surrounding guards. Amid the sound of rushing footsteps, a squad of guards appeared outside the villa.
"Kill her, kill her!" the middle-aged man shouted in terror, pointing at the silver-haired girl approaching step by step.
"Yes!"
The guards, clad in armor and wielding swords, advanced towards Kaguya with steady steps. Their formation was tight, each guard supporting the other, clearly not mere household guards but trained soldiers of the Imperial Army.
However, they were ultimately just ordinary humans. No matter how many ordinary people there were, they were no match for Kaguya, who saw them as insignificant.
Kaguya stepped forward, her graceful body moving like an arrow shot from a bow, transforming into a streak of light that rushed into the midst of the guards.
With a flurry of cold glints and sword auras crisscrossing, Kaguya danced among the guards like a phoenix and dragon, swiftly dispatching them with lightning-fast movements.
With a swing of her arm, a cold light sliced through the dark night, and the head of the last guard flew into the air, a crimson spray of blood shooting upwards.
In the blink of an eye, the entire squad of guards lay dead, their blood pooling and soaking the grass, staining it a dark red, with the stench of blood gradually permeating the air.
Kaguya's face remained unchanged, her expression cold and detached. She was accustomed to killing; to her, taking lives was as mundane as eating or sleeping.
The weapon she wielded was finally revealed—a katana about eighty centimeters long, with a wooden hilt and no guard. Its long, slender blade gleamed with a sharp light, seeming to have water flowing along its surface in the moonlight.
This katana was remarkably similar to—or perhaps exactly—the Kusanagi Sword from Naruto.
Kaguya had found it in a miscellaneous items box in the princess's quarters. She had sensed something emitting a strange energy from the box. Upon investigation, she discovered the katana. Having seen the Kusanagi Sword before, she naturally recognized this weapon.
This katana might not be the Kusanagi Sword, but it bore a strong resemblance. For convenience, Kaguya simply named it the Kusanagi Sword.
The katana was indeed a divine weapon, extraordinarily sharp, slicing through iron effortlessly and cutting hair with ease. Its blade shone coldly, like a clear stream in the moonlight.
From the moment Kaguya first saw it, she had taken a liking to it and decided to keep it with her. To avoid drawing attention, she stored it within her personal space rather than displaying it openly.
The katana was the weapon she had just used to kill the guards. Kaguya moved so swiftly that it was impossible to see what had happened. All anyone saw was a cold flash, and heads rolled.
The middle-aged man, watching his proud squad of Imperial elites fall helplessly before the silver-haired girl, was terrified. His face was pale with fear, and his back was drenched in cold sweat.
Kaguya walked toward him step by step, her face expressionless, like an eternal block of ice exuding a bone-chilling coldness. The blade in her hand was stained with blood, dripping crimson drops onto the ground.
"No, don't kill—"
Blood splattered.
Before he could finish his sentence, Kaguya had already decapitated him. His head rolled to the ground, and his headless body collapsed, blood gushing from his neck.
To Kaguya, he was nothing more than a disgusting worm. She didn't want to waste words on him, sending him to his end with no hesitation. Not everyone Kaguya found repulsive could continue to chatter meaninglessly in front of her.
Aria ran frantically, gasping for air as sweat soaked through her clothes. But she couldn't stop, nor did she dare. The image of Kaguya's icy eyes haunted her, making her legs weak at the thought.
In the dark night, she couldn't see clearly and could only run aimlessly under the moonlight, hoping to distance herself from the silver-haired girl.
She was terrified; she never imagined that a seemingly fragile girl possessed such overwhelming power. Moreover, the girl named Kaguya was cold and ruthless, giving them no chance to speak. Aria believed she could persuade Kaguya if only given a moment to talk.
But Aria realized that Kaguya had no intention of speaking with them. She simply wanted to kill them. Her overwhelming murderous aura said it all.
Now filled with regret, Aria lamented provoking someone like Kaguya, leading to this outcome. If she had known Kaguya was such a formidable figure, Aria wouldn't have approached her, nor dared to harbor ill intentions.
Simultaneously, Aria felt resentment, blaming Kaguya for disguising herself as an ordinary person, causing the current predicament.
She never considered that if she hadn't tried to drug and harm Kaguya or committed such heinous acts, Kaguya wouldn't have turned against her so violently.
Suddenly, Aria stopped dead in her tracks, her eyes filled with terror, her body trembling uncontrollably. After taking a couple of steps, her legs gave out, and she collapsed to the ground.
"No, please don't kill me," Aria stammered.
In the moonlight, a figure emerged from the trees, revealing a stunning face—it was Kaguya. She smiled mockingly and said, "Didn't those you harmed beg the same way? What did you do then?"
"They were mere commoners. What does it matter if a few of them die?" Aria gritted her teeth, saying defiantly, "I'm different. I'm a noble. How can those peasants compare to me?"
"Oh, really?" Kaguya chuckled softly, raising her katana. "Unfortunately, in my eyes, you're less than a beast."
Kaguya's movement gave Aria a primal fear of death, silencing her attempted defense. Overcome with fear, she couldn't stand, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
"No, don't kill me! I don't want to die!"
Tears welled in Aria's eyes as she crawled backward, her eyes filled with despair.
"Tell that to those you murdered." Kaguya looked down at Aria coldly.
As she finished speaking, a chilling flash split the night like lightning, and Aria's cries were abruptly cut off amid the splattering blood.