- 12 章コンテンツ
- レビュー結果
- NO.200+応援
Lily, a Foxkin with absolute control over her devastating magical power, thrives in a world ruled by the oppressive Scarlet Empire, where Beastfolk are hunted and enslaved. She is no hero - she revels in bloodshed and torment, delighting in the screams of those who dare to cross her path. When Lily learns that Rose of Night, the princess who once saved her life, has been sentenced to execution, she seizes the opportunity to infiltrate the Empire. Disguised as a human, she unleashes her sadistic wrath, not just killing but breaking her enemies with calculated cruelty. Every act of destruction is a performance, every drop of blood spilled a twisted pleasure. Lily doesn't just crave chaos - she thrives on it, her bloodlust matched only by her gleeful, unrelenting dominance. This is not a story of hope or defiance - it is the rise of a monster who revels in fear, destruction, and madness. For those who dare to witness the relentless carnage of a being who embodies chaos itself, this is a haunting and unforgettable descent into darkness.
Lily's laughter danced through the forest as she chased after the fluttering leaves. Her silver fur blended seamlessly with the shimmering moonlight, making her look like a living, breathing embodiment of the night's beauty. The cool, damp earth crunched beneath her bare feet as she giggled, her youthful energy unbridled and free. Her eyes, wide with innocence, reflected the stars above as she frolicked through the underbrush. The scent of wildflowers filled the air, and the whispers of the trees seemed to share the secrets of the night with her.
Suddenly, a rough hand grabbed her from behind. Lily's laughter was choked off as she was yanked backwards. Her eyes widened in horror as she found herself surrounded by a circle of snarling bandits, their eyes glowing with malevolent intent. They were men she had never seen before, their clothes torn and their swords drawn, ready to do harm.
"Please, don't hurt me," she whimpered, her voice shaking.
One of the bandits sneered, "Quiet, you little vermin," as he tightened his grip on her arm.
Panic surged through her as she struggled to free herself, her heart racing like a rabbit's in the jaws of a predator. But she was no match for their strength, and their grip was iron. Tears stung her eyes as she stared at the ground, knowing she was at their mercy.
"Let her go!"
The bandits' laughter was cut short by the sound of rustling leaves, and a figure emerged from the shadows, her eyes burning with fiery determination. An older girl, not much taller than Lily, with a blade that seemed to be made of pure shadow, swooped into their midst with a grace that belied the violence of her movements. The bandits stood no chance against her swift strikes, their cries of surprise and pain echoing through the once peaceful forest.
Lily watched in awe as the girl fought, her movements a blur of steel and grace. It was like watching a dance, a deadly ballet performed solely for her protection. And when the last bandit fell, the girl turned to her, a gentle smile playing on her lips.
"You're safe now," she assured her, her voice like a melody carried on the wind.
Before Lily could form the words to thank her, the girl disappeared back into the forest, leaving the young Foxkin trembling with a mixture of fear and wonder. Her heart swelled with an emotion she didn't quite understand - a feeling that was more than just gratitude. It was as if she had found a part of herself in those brief moments of danger.
Years passed, and Lily grew up hearing stories about the girl who had saved her that night. She never forgot the way the moon had shone in her eyes, the comfort she had found in her voice. It was a memory she cherished, a secret she kept close to her heart. Little did she know that one day the fate of a kingdom would rest on her shoulders, and her first love would become her most dangerous mission.
