In the deep night, the imperial palace of the capital, filled with a solemn and murderous atmosphere, a slender pink-haired woman hid in the shadows.
Water droplets hung on the tree branches, refracting the moonlight to emit a cold glow.
Lyra gripped her sword hilt, her sky-blue eyes filled with determination.
The metal knight boots made a slight sound as they stepped on the ground, but before the sound could travel half a meter, it was automatically absorbed by the surrounding silence barrier, making each step completely silent.
Unlike the maid dress in her memory, the chosen heroine now wore a battle outfit.
Bright silver arm guards covered her fair and delicate arms, revealing only the white inner shirt at the shoulders and elbow joints.
Her raised chest and flat abdomen were wrapped in bright silver armor, cold and smooth, exuding a sharp and imposing aura.
Further down were thick white stockings designed to reduce skin wear.
