Remilia was not nearly as easy-going or forgiving as Flandre.
In her aristocratic view, since these lowly fellows actually possessed the audacity to lay a lethal hand on her precious younger sister, they absolutely had to pay a supreme, devastating price. To think they could casually get away with launching a back-stab ambush against her family with only one single sacrifice dying on the street—how could there possibly be such a wonderful deal in this world?
Thus, utilizing her ancient authority over fate and the macabre, she quietly cast a tracking curse upon the deceased Olmer, firmly locking onto every single one of his family members. In Remilia's eyes, the other party's crude, barbaric, and dishonorable behavior was invariably inseparable from his family's lineage and upbringing. Furthermore, now that Hong Meiling had slain him, who could possibly guarantee his surviving family wouldn't aggressively seek bloody revenge against them later? So, rather than passively waiting for trouble to arrive at their doorstep, it was infinitely better to strike first and uproot the threat entirely.
Meanwhile, back on the street, the remaining corporate knights quickly located a heavy wooden cart. They unceremoniously loaded the broken, crushed remains of Olmer onto it and rolled him back to their headquarters in an incredibly pathetic, disgraced state.
The supreme leader of the Boiling Blood Knight Club felt his entire scalp go completely numb the exact second he laid eyes upon the mangled corpse. He first demanded to know why Olmer was completely dead while the rest of the scouting party had returned completely unharmed without a single scratch.
After listening carefully to their trembling accounts and thoroughly watching the local surveillance footage retrieved by one of the cleverer squires from a nearby electronic shop, the leader rubbed the bridge of his nose in sheer exhaustion. From the clear video playback, it was undeniably obvious that Olmer's sudden sneak attack was indeed extremely disgraceful and entirely un-knightly. And frankly speaking, given his reckless actions, if this raw footage were ever leaked to the public internet, absolutely anyone who saw it would say the fool got exactly what he deserved. After all, launching a lethal strike against a little girl from behind was an extremely shameful act no matter what nation you resided in. Not to mention the fact that Kazimierz proudly branded itself to the world as the sacred land of noble knights.
The terrifying key to the whole incident, however, was that his descending axe had been cleanly caught barehanded by a stranger. The clear video showed that Olmer hadn't held back his momentum in the slightest. If that heavy weapon hadn't been stopped cold, that single axe blow would highly likely have split the small child entirely in two.
Then came the swift counterattack, which lasted only a fraction of an instant. Since the cheap shop surveillance couldn't be zoomed or adjusted to capture high-speed movements, the leader could only watch the female opponent reach out and touch the armor lightly; in the blink of an eye, Olmer shriveled up like a punctured, deflated balloon. Then he flew backward through the air, collapsed into the dirt, and ceased to breathe entirely.
Now, this club leader faced two major, terrifying problems.
First, the mysterious enemy this time was incredibly powerful; in that brief moment of violence, he couldn't clearly discern if the woman who acted had utilized some sort of high-level Originium Arts or raw physical might. But whether she used Originium Arts or not, the mere fact that she caught a full-force axe blade with her bare hands proved her baseline strength was beyond any shadow of a doubt.
The second problem was that the deceased Brassrust's actual civilian identity was also highly unusual. He was the youngest son of the ancient, incredibly wealthy Ingra Family. Because he was the youngest child of the lineage, he had been thoroughly pampered, spoiled, and protected by the clan elders since childhood. This unchecked upbringing had fostered his lawless, arrogant personality. Now that he was dead, the Ingra Family would absolutely seek extreme trouble with the killer.
Being caught right in the middle of this disaster was a massive dilemma for him...
Dilemma, my ass.
Thinking it through, he realized he might as well just shift the blame immediately and let the wealthy Ingra Family deal with this terrifying person themselves. After all, no matter how one looked at the situation, this entire mess couldn't possibly be blamed on his club management.
The leader first sent an official notice of the mission failure and the Brassrust's death—along with the raw surveillance video—directly to the executives of the Commercial Federation. Afterward, he personally led an armed team to transport the crushed corpse straight to the Ingra Family's private luxury villa.
When Olmer's wealthy family members saw the state of the corpse—which was no longer recognizable, or even human-shaped—their vision instantly went dark with shock and grief. The club leader decisively explained the street sequence and formally stated that he was at fault for failing to restrain Olmer when the youth had volunteered for the hunt. He then handed over the drive, stating it was the explicit surveillance footage of the foreign party brutally murdering the outstanding young Olmer. He added that if the Ingra Family intended to seek bloody retribution against the perpetrators, the Boiling Blood Club would happily assist their efforts from the sidelines.
Yet, absolutely no one within the villa noticed a strange phenomenon. As the crushed corpse was carried through the grand front doors, faint, invisible traces of pure blood energy began to subtly spread out into the surrounding rooms. And the Ingra Family patriarch's furious public declaration of 'blood for blood' was heard with absolute, crystal clarity by Remilia sitting in the distance.
"Blood for blood, is it? I actually happen to feel the exact same way about this matter." Remilia elegantly picked up the porcelain cup of black tea before her and took a gentle sip.
Beside her on the couch, Patchouli let out a soft, tired sigh. "Sigh, another unnecessary blood debt."
Having said that, she calmly pulled out a thick leather notebook and began to draw something complex within the pages. After a moment, she cleanly tore out several pages covered in eerie, glowing magical symbols and handed them over to Sakuya Izayoi.
"Place these inscribed pages around the perimeter of that luxury villa. Within the span of today, every single one of his direct blood relatives will find themselves involuntarily returning to that mansion, unable to leave."
Sakuya Izayoi offered a respectful nod, took the enchanted papers into her gloved hands, and vanished from the room on the spot without leaving a sound.
On the other side of the capital, the high-ranking board members of the Commercial Federation fell into a deep, suffocating silence after watching the street recording. They had immediately forwarded the video file to the legendary Armorless Union, and an official assassin evaluation had been quickly returned to their desks.
The local shop's surveillance camera recorded at a standard thirty frames per second. Yet the footage completely failed to capture the older woman's physical movements; she seemed to be casually walking in front of the young girl one single frame, and in the very next, she appeared behind the girl, standing firmly in front of the Brassrust. Although the actual physical distance traveled was only about three meters, it was the execution that terrified them. Unless the mysterious opponent possessed some sort of rare, space-manipulating Originium Arts, it proved that her instantaneous burst speed exceeded a thousand meters per second, allowing her to completely evade standard video capture.
Whichever of those two options it turned out to be, it indicated that this traveling woman was extremely dangerous to provoke. Even the grand Darksteel of the Armorless Union explicitly stated in his report that at this level of speed, he would be completely unable to successfully execute a hit on her. With such terrifying speed, if she wished to carry out a political assassination against the corporate board, absolutely no one currently residing within Kazimierz's borders possessed the capability to stop her.
As for inviting her to participate in the commercial Knight Tournament to generate profit, it was completely out of the question. Individuals possessing this tier of divine strength usually weren't short on money at all.
(Though back in the city, Hong Meiling was actually thinking: 'Actually, I am incredibly short on traveling money; if you corporate guys just give me a massive pile of gold, it's not like I can't fight for you, I can even happily throw the match for the cameras if you pay enough!')
Even if she were willing to sign a corporate contract and participate, it would ultimately do far more harm than good for the financial stability of the Knight Tournament. Because she was simply excessively, unfairly strong; with this level of martial power, even if the legendary Black Knight returned to the arena, she wouldn't be enough for this woman to fight. In other words, as long as she was willing, she could easily monopolize the championship trophy indefinitely, and the critical issue was that Kazimierz possessed absolutely no physical way to restrain or regulate her.
Therefore, the official solution provided by the Darksteel was twofold. The best, most optimal plan was for the Federation to proactively send a high-ranking representative to apologize, offer a massive sum of courtesy money, and let her peacefully enjoy herself as a wealthy tourist for a few days before seeing her safely out of their borders. The worst plan was to do absolutely nothing and play the total coward—pretending they didn't know anything about the incident and that it wasn't their doing at all.
As for actively looking for trouble or launching a retaliatory strike against her... the Darksteel's final warning was stark: unless they could absolutely guarantee a perfect, flawless one-hit kill, the resulting backlash might be something the entire nation of Kazimierz could not afford to survive. After hearing this grim evaluation, the Commercial Federation executives expressed with great pain and anxiety that they would consider their options for a single night before making a move.
Returning to Flandre's perspective, her and Hong Meiling's subsequent journey through the city streets was not obstructed or bothered by anyone else. Not a single squad of Police came forward to inquire about what had happened during the morning brawl, as if the entire incident had never occurred at all.
Hong Meiling successfully guided Flandre into the grand amusement park, and the two of them played happily on the various rides for the entire afternoon, only heading back toward their hotel after the dark night sky had completely set in.
"Tsk, is this country's official law enforcement power truly so weak and lazy?" Hong Meiling grumbled with a look of genuine disappointment as they strolled down the brightly lit pavement on the way home. "I thought for sure I'd get to spend the whole day fighting off waves of powerful elite guards!"