The Violet Lightning Empress Dons Golden Armor and Dotes on Her Sole Servant - Three Fangs

The air in the third underground level was stagnant, like a dead fish. In the deepest part of Nevarou, a stone corner known as the Corridor of Coffins. The stone chamber, roughly six tatami mats in size, which Victoria had designated as her base, barely maintained its outline by the light of a single candle. The cold seeping from the damp stone walls seemed to crawl across her bare skin. She sat deeply in a simple wooden chair. Her golden bikini flickered faintly in the darkness, as if breathing. Her golden hair, reaching down to her waist, hung down her back in a wild flow, with curls and straight strands irregularly mixed from the heat of battle. Victoria was tapping the armrest of the chair with her fingertips—tap, tap, tap. That motion alone created time in this stone chamber. Kuro stood one step behind her, as always. To be precise, he stood with his back against the wall, positioning half his body into her blind spot. His black hair was slightly disheveled from the humidity, the bangs falling over his sharp eyes. The silver earring in his left ear caught the candlelight and flickered faintly. "Any movement?" Victoria spoke. Her high, clear voice echoed coldly against the stone walls. "Nothing at the moment." Kuro's voice was low and restrained, as always. But in his black eyes gazing at her back, there dwelled a heat that had never once dimmed since coming to this underground world. It was too intense to be called loyalty, too painful to be called devotion—it was something else entirely. "Strange. Now that we've taken Carneo, there's no way the remaining three factions would stay quiet." She leaned back against the chair and looked up at the ceiling. Black moisture crawled along the seams of the exposed stone. The three great powers of the underworld. The "Fangs of Silence," who made assassination their trade. The "Golden Dice," who controlled illegal gambling. The "Dream Illusion Society," who mass-produced addicts through drug trafficking. A woman had appeared who had conquered the blood auction house Carneo and taken thirty freed slaves as her pawns. There was no way they would remain silent. If anything, it was too quiet. This very silence was the greatest warning. Victoria understood that. "Kuro." "Yes." "What do you think?" She asked without turning around. Her voice carried a tone closer to confirming something to herself than questioning a subordinate. Kuro paused for a moment before answering. "It's a trap. However, not a trap to crush us—a trap to ensnare you, my lady. The Fangs have marked you as their prey from the very beginning." "A reading close to the Fangs. How do you think the Golden Dice and the Dream Illusion Society will move?" "On the surface, they'll watch and wait. But if the Fangs move, they'll certainly join in. Blinded by profit." "Yes. So I'll move first. Tonight, I'll crush the Fangs." She stated it flatly. It was a decision. Kuro's silhouette tensed slightly. "What should I do here?" "The same as always. Gather information. Your ears and eyes become my hands and feet." Only then did she slowly turn around. Her amethyst eyes scattered golden sparks in the darkness. "I'm going." Kuro nodded deeply, just once. He said nothing. His right hand unconsciously reached for the earring in his left ear, then lowered again. ***** The Fangs of Silence had established their headquarters in the basement of an abandoned church in the outer castle. Beneath a place where people prayed to God, a darkness overflowing with blood and poison spread. What an ironic arrangement. Victoria walked through that darkness alone. Her footsteps made no sound. Only the faint light emitted by her golden bikini etched her existence into the darkness. Gauntlets and short swords lined against the walls, and numerous torture devices hanging from above, were illuminated by the streaks of light, appearing and then vanishing. The air was filled with the smell of rusted iron and old blood. She advanced in silence. And then, she stopped before the great door at the innermost part. The thick black iron door was densely engraved with the fang crest. From within, she could faintly hear the sound of multiple people breathing. Thirty—no, nearly fifty. (...So they're lying in wait inside.) Her lips twisted slightly. It wasn't a smile. Rather, it was a quiet expression that seemed to convey even a sense of mercy. Her long golden hair rose on its own, as if standing on end. "You are prepared, I assume." She murmured quietly. The next moment, her right arm punched through the black iron door head-on. A thunderous roar. The iron door, several inches thick, was scorched red-hot by the heat of lightning and shattered into pieces. The fragments became sparks and surged into the great hall. The combatants packed inside all rose to their feet at once. "She's here! The Violet Lightning Empress!" "Surround her! Don't cluster in one spot!" "Throw the molotovs!" Shouts flew back and forth. An armed group of over fifty—swords, axes, poison-coated crossbows at the ready—rushed at her all at once. Victoria calmly raised her right hand. "Lightning Whip." From her hand, a whip of violet lightning extended, lashing out. The whip struck down the weapons of the men closing in on her, one after another. Clang, clang, clang! A sharp metallic sound. And then—what happened? The men's swords, axes, crossbows—began to be drawn toward each other with tremendous force, like magnetized iron filings in their hands. "Gwah!?" "What the—my sword—it's moving on its own—" "It won't come off! It's being repelled!" The weapons left the men's hands, stuck to the ceiling and walls, merged together, and fell as a massive lump of iron. Those who had lost their weapons stared blankly at their own hands. "D-Don't falter! Even bare-handed—" The large man at the front charged in with a beast-like expression. He stood nearly two meters tall. Victoria pointed her index finger at his face. Crack. It was a light sound. But the large man's massive body convulsed violently and was blown backward. The electrocuted giant rolled his eyes back on the floor, foaming at the mouth and convulsing. "H-Hii..." Someone let out a small scream. Victoria did not lower her hand. Violet lightning burst from her fingertips, one after another. Crack. Crack. Crack. With each electrocution, men collapsed. Fifteen, twenty, thirty. "Hii...!" The man at the very back lost control of his legs and fell on his rear. A yellow liquid spread across the floor. "Everyone, don't move." Victoria's voice resounded through the great hall. Her figure, wreathed in violet lightning, was truly that of a thunder god. There was not a single person who dared to resist. ***** That was when it happened. A sharp, stinging sensation. Something tore through Victoria's left ear. "—!" She instinctively brought her hand to her left ear. Warm blood on her fingertips. Fresh blood ran down inside her ear, flowing down her white neck. (This is... Kuro's—) Her heart contracted with a grinding sound. Her body was shouldering the pain of her protected one. Kuro's left ear—the place where that silver earring was—had been torn by someone. "...Kuro." Her lips murmured only that. It wasn't anger. This was something far deeper. An uncontrollable, searing emotion overflowing from within her. "...Ah." Victoria exhaled deeply. In that instant, the violet lightning circulating through her entire body intensified tenfold—no, dozens of times over. Her golden bikini began to emit a dazzling golden light. The rubble at her feet trembled and rose into the air. The air around her glowed pale blue, crackling and popping. "You people have truly done something foolish." Her voice was low. It was no longer a voice directed at humans. It resembled the pronouncement of a god delivering divine punishment. "You have harmed what is mine. That is the most unforgivable sin in this world." The violet lightning swelled. Those kneeling in the great hall all felt as if a massive thundercloud had spread above them. "Vanish—you scum." A thunderous roar. A massive storm of lightning swallowed the great hall. Light and heat so intense that the five senses vanished. Wood splinters ignited, iron melted, and people burned away like shadow puppets. The nearly one hundred combatants who had filled the great hall were reduced to black lumps of flesh covering the floor in an instant. Silence. Only the wind slowly pushed the scorched air along. ***** Victoria was walking. At the innermost part of the burned-out great hall, there was a hidden door. When she placed her hand on it, the stone wall slid sideways without a sound. Inside was a freezing darkness. But her eyes certainly captured what was within. Kuro's figure, suspended by chains. "Kuro." Her voice was still calm. Kuro was hung by both arms from chains, his feet barely touching the floor. His black hair was disheveled, and his face bore the marks of being struck multiple times. His narrow black eyes, however, had not lost their fierce gleam. Those eyes looked at her. "...M-My lady..." "Don't speak. I understand." Her gaze moved to Kuro's left ear. The place where the silver earring had been was violently torn, fresh blood wetting his black clothes slickly. The lower part of his earlobe had been ripped away along with the outer ear. Her own left ear bore the same wound. Blood still flowed without stopping. "You endured well." Her voice was tinged with unmistakable tenderness. Kuro pressed his lips together and desperately shook his head. "I'm sorry... I was careless... I made you—again—" "Be quiet." She cut him off firmly. "I don't want to hear apologies. You're alive. That alone is enough for me. No—that's all I need." She took a step toward Kuro. "Don't move any further." An old man's voice echoed from the depths of the darkness. Victoria stopped. But it was by no means because she was obeying the threat. Rather, she had been waiting for the enemy to appear. "So you finally show yourself." "Kuku... You are as terrifying as the rumors say. My entire force, burned like insects. Impressive." A man emerged from the darkness. His long gray hair, streaked with white, was tied back in a single tail, and a large burn scar marked his hairline. His left eye was clouded white with blindness, hidden by an eyepatch. But his right eye was a hawk-like, sharp gold, piercing into Victoria with a fierce gleam. Felnak Graitz, former clan head of the assassination guild "Fangs of Silence." Forty-eight years old. His left eye had been burned by fire magic from a guard of a past assassination target. The fingers of his right hand twitched slightly, unconsciously, as if preparing to launch poison needles. In his left hand, he held something small and silver that glinted. It was Kuro's silver earring. "This is a fine piece. Small, cheap-looking. But the owner's obsession is soaked into it. Things like this are hard to let go of." He toyed with the earring between his fingers and sneered. "This is your warning, Lady of Lightning. Does your ear hurt? How does it feel to have your precious mate wounded?" Victoria did not answer. Instead, she raised her left hand. Crack! Violet lightning burst. "...Oh?" A sharp pain shot through his left hand. The silver earring was knocked away, burning his palm. Kuro's earring rolled onto the chains and stopped with a small clink. "Don't presume to deliver warnings to me. Don't touch what is mine with your filthy hands in my presence." Her violet eyes burned gold. Felnak stared at his burned palm. "Ooh, terrifying. But, Lady of Lightning, don't think this is the end. The Fangs hunt in packs. Even if you kill me alone—no, try to kill me if you can." "...Put away those prayer beads. I have no intention of killing someone without resolve." At those words, Felnak's right eye widened ever so slightly. "What prayer beads

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