The air was heavy with tension.
Arthur lay unconscious on the ground, unmoving.
Aiden stood nearby, sword in hand, while Evangeline watched the knights with a lazy, amused smile.
Suddenly—
The captain of the knights stepped forward.
His hand went to the hilt of his sword as he closed the distance toward Evangeline.
"Your Highness, what are you talking about?" he demanded, voice strained. "We are your loyal servants."
Evangeline tilted her head slightly, still smiling.
In the next instant—
The captain drew his sword and swung it straight at Evangeline's neck without a hint of hesitation.
Even with death rushing toward her—
Evangeline did not flinch.
She kept smiling.
As if she already knew how this would end.
The captain, an A-Rank knight hardened by war, gritted his teeth.
'Why the hell is this bitch smiling…?' he thought, panic flickering beneath his focus. 'There's no way she can dodge this at this distance—'
The blade reached her.
