Chapter 129: How did your sword end up stuck in his butt?

Lilith’s voice wasn’t loud.

Yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the great hall.

She extended a hand clad in white gloves.

Blocking it before Grom’s burly frame.

Grom’s movement froze.

He looked down at the Head Maid standing before him, whose height only reached his chest.

Then he looked at those private soldiers, already brandishing swords and axes, charging forward with faces full of madness.

His brain completely short-circuited.

Let that little lady… handle it personally?

What the hell kind of joke is this?!

Those are over a hundred fully armed Second Tier warriors!

In his eyes, they might be trash to be crushed one hammer swing at a time.

But for that little girl, getting surrounded meant certain death!

“But, Lord Lilith!”

Grom was truly frantic, his voice heavy with ragged breaths.

The absolute order he received was to ensure this imperial envoy didn’t lose a single hair!

If something happened to her, Her Majesty wouldn’t listen to any explanations.

She’d just melt him, along with his warhammer, into the statues in front of the Evernight Palace!

Lilith didn’t answer, didn’t even look at him.

She stood ramrod straight, not moving an inch, with no intention of stepping aside.

Her attitude said it all.

This was the young lady’s stage.

No one was allowed to steal the spotlight.

Just as Grom was anxiously pacing.

Considering whether to directly disobey orders and charge over.

The weapons of those private soldiers were already descending upon Lilia’s head!

Leading the charge was a man with a scarred, brutish face.

He swung his battle-axe high, a wild laugh on his face.

In his eyes, this silver-haired doll was already a fortune beyond measure!

“You little bastard! Die!”

The battle-axe whistled through the air, chopping straight down at Lilia’s small head!

The veins on Grom’s neck bulged.

His entire body’s muscles tensed, ready to forcibly shove past Lilith.

However, Lilia didn’t move.

She didn’t even look at the axe about to split her skull.

She just raised her head, looking at the scarred man with keen interest.

Then, she lifted one small hand.

Pointing it at the scarred man who was already sneering.

And casually, she snapped her fingers.

“Snap.”

A light sound.

The smile on the scarred man’s face froze.

His charging body jerked to a halt mid-air.

Immediately after, the space behind him distorted.

A tremendous force yanked him backward, sending him flying!

“Ahhh—!”

A piercing scream echoed through the hall.

His body contorted in mid-air.

He slammed hard into the crowd behind him!

“Boom—Crack!”

The crisp sound of breaking bones mixed with the dull thuds of bodies colliding.

He alone bowled over seven or eight of his comrades behind him, sending them tumbling to the ground in a heap.

The scarred man lay at the bottom, his chest caved in.

Blood bubbles foamed at his mouth; he was clearly not long for this world.

The hall fell silent instantly.

Everyone’s movements stopped.

Those private soldiers who had charged halfway.

All froze in their tracks, unable to take another step.

In the distance, Viscount Delacroix’s face, twisted with madness, also froze.

He rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he was under an illusion.

Lilia stood in place, the hem of her dress not even stirring.

She lowered her snapping hand, tilted her head, and grinned.

“Next one, meow.”

This soft, milky sentence sent shivers down the spines of every private soldier who heard it.

They looked at each other, the greed on their faces completely replaced by fear.

But Viscount Delacroix’s hoarse, desperate bounty still rang in their ears.

Fortune favors the bold!

“Scared of what?! She’s just one person! Must have used some one-time magic scroll! Charge together, chop her up!”

A man who looked like a leader roared.

Forcing courage into himself and his comrades.

The remaining private soldiers, spurred by his words.

Their survival instinct and desire for wealth intertwined once more.

They let out beast-like roars.

This time, smarter, they scattered with a whoosh.

Surrounding Lilia from all directions!

Seeing enemies swarming from all sides, Lilia wasn’t scared at all; instead, she got excited.

She closed her eyes.

After advancing to the Fourth Tier, the world in her perception was no longer solid.

Every inch of space had become her new toy.

“Space… heed my command.”

She whispered an incantation, magic power vibrating in the air.

“First movement, Omnidirectional Marbles! Meow!”

She suddenly opened her eyes, her small hands waving excitedly in front of her.

The next second, a scene that would make anyone’s sanity plummet occurred.

A private soldier charging fiercely from the left suddenly tripped over nothing.

Before he could react, he lost his balance completely.

Face first, he went “splat,” eating a mouthful of dust.

He raised his head in a disheveled state, only to find nothing under his feet.

But before he could get up.

A companion on his right let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

A stone appeared out of thin air under his foot.

The force of his high-speed run caused his ankle to make a crisp “crack” sound.

His whole body twisted and crashed into a pillar beside him.

“What the hell is this?!”

“There’s an ambush! Watch your feet!”

The entire private soldier formation instantly fell into chaos.

They couldn’t even see where the attacks were coming from!

Lilia stood at the center of the encirclement, laughing so hard she bent over, her small shoulders shaking.

Her Spirit Force had long since locked onto the decorative cobblestone path in the Delacroix manor’s courtyard.

Now, that entire path had become her personal ammunition depot!

Through precise Spatial Displacement, she transported those smooth, round stones.

One after another, onto the path of these idiots’ advance!

“Thud!”

A private soldier had just raised his shield when a stone appeared out of thin air right in front of his face.

It hit him square on the bridge of his nose, making his nose bleed profusely and stars appear before his eyes.

“Plop!”

Another private soldier tripped over a stone.

The halberd in his hand flew out, spinning through the air.

It sliced a large gash in the trousers of a companion in front of him from behind.

Revealing the unsightly, flower-print underwear inside.

Delacroix’s eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

What… what the hell kind of cursed sorcery is this?!

His close aides beside him, one by one, turned deathly pale, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

On the other side, Grom and the elite city guard soldiers behind him were also completely dumbfounded.

They were the Empire’s strongest instruments of violence.

They had seen Meteor Spells flattening battlefields, forbidden curses slaughtering cities.

But using small pebbles as weapons, playing with over a hundred Second Tier warriors until they cried for their mothers and fathers, making utter fools of themselves… they had never seen anything like this in their lives!

“This is… just too bullying.”

A young city guard soldier couldn’t help but mutter softly.

Grom nodded heavily in agreement.

Looking at that small figure “dancing” and laughing heartily in the center of the field, he had only one thought.

Thank goodness, this one isn’t an enemy.

Lilia was having a blast.

She found this fighting style.

A hundred times more fun than using Fireball Spells to blast people into charcoal!

Watching these guys who were just so arrogant moments ago.

Now scurrying around covering their heads, colliding with each other, her heart felt much more at ease.

“Not enough! Second movement, Weapon Whirlwind! Meow!”

Her gaze fell on the weapons in the private soldiers’ hands.

A private soldier gripping a greatsword was nervously looking around.

He was about to plant his sword on the ground.

His hand felt empty.

Where’s the sword?!

He looked down; only the hilt remained in his hand.

Before he could cry out, a scream erupted behind him.

He whirled around.

The severed half of his sword blade was now embedded in the buttocks of a companion behind him.

The tip wasn’t too deep or too shallow; the unlucky fellow was rolling on the ground, clutching his rear.

“My saber! My family heirloom saber!”

“Who the hell swapped my hammer for a banana?!”

“Ah! My helmet! Why is my helmet on his foot?!”

Weapons flew chaotically through the air, armor pieces swapped places on people’s bodies.

The axe from the person in front, the next second, smashed onto the forehead of the person behind.

Clang! It hit, making him see stars.

Another person’s spear, in the blink of an eye, flew and stopped right in front of a companion’s crotch.

Scaring that man so much he lost control on the spot, a foul stench spreading.

How the hell do you fight like this?!

They couldn’t even keep hold of their own weapons.

And had to guard against their comrades’ weapons popping out from weird places!

Lilia laughed so hard she stamped her feet on the spot, tears almost coming out.

She looked at Delacroix’s face, which had gone from white to green, from green to purple, and finally almost black.

“Viscount Delacroix, your men don’t seem to be very capable, meow.”

While directing a dagger to fly over.

And shave off a private soldier’s eyebrow, she opened her mouth to taunt.

Delacroix trembled with rage all over.

He pointed a shaking finger at Lilia, his lips quivering, unable to utter a single word.

He finally understood why Duke Varian had told him never to clash head-on with this little lunatic.

This wasn’t a battle!

This was a farce!

Just as Lilia was preparing to perform the “finale.”

And hang all the private soldiers still standing from the ceiling using their own belts.

Lilith behind her gave a light cough.

Lilia’s movements stopped.

She turned her head and saw Lilith shaking her head at her.

Time to get down to business.

Lilia pouted reluctantly, feeling like she hadn’t played enough.

Alright.

She gave a disdainful glance at the private soldiers rolling on the ground and waved her hand.

Everything in mid-air instantly lost its power.

Clatter clatter clatter They all fell to the ground with a series of metallic crashes.

The hall fell quiet.

Lilia’s gaze passed through the moaning people on the ground.

And landed on the sole remaining target.

Viscount Delacroix.

Delacroix shuddered all over, his body stiff, unable to move.

Lilia crooked one finger at him.

The movement was light, slow.

“You, come here. Meow.”