Extra: Yandere Milfs Obsessed with me!-Chapter 253: Look closely, Kris… everything you tried to build, I’m going to destroy it…
"Good... next one, Ragnar..." Kaiser ordered, preparing for another round.
Ragnar didn’t speak a word. He closed his eyes, and the shadows suddenly stretched along the canyon walls. The trio was sucked into a vortex.
<Shadow Walk>
The sensation of movement was instantaneous. They reappeared in the center of the Imperial faction’s main tent.
In the absence of Olivia Dantalion, authority here rested with Adrian and Kris, but the two of them were currently patrolling the outer ramparts.
The plan was radically different from the previous attack. For the Pendragons, Kaiser had wanted a precise signature, that of the Blazing Lion Art. Here, it was simply a gratuitous, anonymous massacre meant to sow terror and paranoia.
The moment they materialized, Kaiser spotted a female student seated at a desk, studying tactical maps. She bore the Dantalion crest.
Kaiser didn’t give her time to look up.
He used <Dash> to cover the distance in a heartbeat.
His left hand violently seized the young woman’s hair, yanking her head back to expose her white throat. With his right hand, he drew his black blade in a perfect horizontal motion.
The metal sliced through skin, muscle, and trachea with a wet tearing sound. A jet of scarlet blood spurted under pressure, splashing across the maps on the desk and Kaiser’s mask.
The student tried to clutch her throat, fingers sinking into the gaping wound as she emitted a choked gurgle. Her eyes rolled back before her body collapsed limply to the floor, limbs twitching in final spasms.
"One less..." Kaiser murmured, wiping his blade on the corpse.
At the same moment, Isabella was intercepted by a guard emerging from a rear compartment of the tent. The man was muscular, with broad shoulders and light armor protecting his torso. He let out a startled cry when he saw Isabella’s masked figure.
"Who are you...?" he shouted, drawing his sword.
Isabella didn’t answer. She remembered Kaiser’s orders: do not use her Art here. She had to fight using only her physical body and basic techniques.
She sprang forward, her slender waist pivoting gracefully as she dodged the first downward strike. She slipped under the guard’s arm, her wide hips nearly brushing his armor in the movement.
She struck with the heel of her palm into the man’s elbow, shattering the joint with a sharp crack. The bone pierced through skin and flesh, leaving the guard’s arm hanging uselessly.
"AHHHHH!..." he screamed, pain throwing him off balance.
Isabella gave him no chance. She seized the hilt of her own dagger and drove it into the man’s right eye.
The tip pierced the eyeball with a viscous popping sound before sinking deep into the brain. The guard crumpled instantly, his body becoming an inert mass that collapsed into a pool of cerebrospinal fluid and blood.
Meanwhile, Ragnar was dealing with three students who had just entered the tent after hearing the commotion. The first two were neutralized before they even understood the danger. Ragnar threw two poisoned throwing blades that lodged precisely in their carotids. They dropped to their knees, hands clamped over their throats as the toxins paralyzed their respiratory systems in seconds.
The third student raised a wind barrier to deflect the next projectiles. He was a young noble.
"You’ll pay for this intrusion!..." he shouted, gathering his mana.
Ragnar used his superior speed to vanish into the shadows of the tent. The student looked around frantically.
"Where are you, coward?"
"Right here..." Ragnar answered in an icy voice from behind him.
He appeared at the mage’s back, daggers crossed. In a scissor motion, he severed both Achilles tendons of his target. The student collapsed with a high-pitched scream of pain. Before he hit the ground, Ragnar grabbed his jaw and snapped his neck with a sharp twist of the wrists.
Kaiser watched the carnage with satisfaction. The tent was littered with bodies.
Outside, Kris was already on his way, sensing the mana fluctuation, but unfortunately it was far too late.
"Good... we’ll just let time do its job..." Kaiser said.
Ragnar activated his power once again. The shadows enveloped them, pulling them out of the Imperial tent just as the first external reinforcements began to raise the alarm.
...
*Meanwhile, inside the Pendragon faction’s camp*
The atmosphere had turned electric. News of the storage room attack had spread like wildfire.
Godwin Pendragon stood amid the charred corpses, his two-meter stature dominating the scene. His bulging muscles quivered beneath tanned skin, and his flame tattoos seemed to come alive, glowing with a divine orange light.
"HOW THE HELL WERE WE ATTACKED!!!" Godwin roared, his voice booming like an explosion.
He unleashed a massive surge of his arcane mana. Gravitational pressure spiked sharply within a ten-meter radius. A student who had approached to deliver a report crashed heavily onto his knees, face smashed against the rocky ground by an invisible force threatening to crush his bones.
"Tell me you at least found out who did this?" Godwin continued, advancing toward the guard on the ground, each step leaving a deep imprint in the stone.
"I... I... Sire... we detected the presence of the Blazing Lion Art on the bodies!..." the poor student stammered, blood already beginning to trickle from his nose under the pressure.
"...The wounds are characteristic... internal burns and limbs torn off by thermal explosions..."
Hearing the name of the Blazing Lion Art, Godwin’s face suddenly collapsed, his features twisting into a grimace of pure hatred. His reptilian amber eyes narrowed, staring into nothingness. The image of his cousin, Kris Donoghan, surged back into his mind with unbearable clarity.
"...That fucking Kris Donoghan!..." he bellowed, unable to contain his volcanic rage.
"...He dares try to usurp my identity as ’The Pendragon’?! He thinks he can strike my territory and my resources with complete impunity?!"
"Sire... I think... it’s Isabella’s death that’s the cause, he probably wants revenge..."
"BULLSHIT!! THEY ALL WANT MY GLORY!!!"
Godwin raised his massive arm, and a sphere of red fire and compressed gravity formed in his palm, making the surrounding air vibrate. He hurled it at a basalt pillar which instantly exploded into a thousand pieces, sending rock shards flying into nearby tents.
"Prepare for battle!" he ordered the officers who had hurriedly gathered.
"...We’re going to pay them back right now... this is the first and last time something like this happens. We’re going to raze the Imperial camp before the sun rises!"
Immediately, the Pendragon camp erupted into frenzy. Commanders’ shouts echoed, mages prepared their area spells, and warriors sharpened their blades with murderous fervor.
Kaiser, positioned on a high hill a few kilometers away, observed the enemy camp stirring through his <Predation Eyes>.
’Look closely, Kris... everything you tried to build, I’m going to destroy... Starting with your reputation...’ Kaiser thought with a laugh, slicking his silver hair back as the desert wind blew across the canyon.
