Cleaning Up the Trash

"You're nothing but pawns being used," Kaguya said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger with a light chuckle. "But forget it. There's no point in wasting words on you—trying to reason with blockheads like you is like playing music to cattle."

"What do you know?" Najenda suddenly erupted with emotion, shouting, "How could a high-and-mighty princess like you ever understand how the people below live? To you, this is just a game, just charity for them. But how could you know how hard it is for them to survive? How many innocent people die every day?"

"So that's your reason for joining the Revolutionary Army?" Kaguya asked, her clear eyes fixed on Najenda, her voice low and serious.

"Yes," Najenda replied firmly. "Only by overthrowing the Empire's brutal rule can we renew this country."

"And you're so certain the Revolutionary Army will fulfill your wishes?" Kaguya asked mockingly.

"I can't guarantee the Revolutionary Army is without faults, but," Najenda said with determined eyes, "it will never become a second Empire."

"Oh dear, I understand your feelings. It's good to have a strong sense of justice," Kaguya said, spreading her hands with a light laugh. "But it's a shame that you don't use your brain when you act. Talking to you makes me feel like my IQ is dropping—what a foolish woman."

"What?"

Just as Najenda's face twisted with anger and she was about to retort, she suddenly froze.

At that moment, a swarm of enhanced soldiers surged forward again. Not only that, but the puppetized Northern Tribe Prince, Seika, was among them, his emotionless eyes fixed on Kaguya, his muscular body tense like a predator ready to strike.

The air was thick with tension, as if a fierce battle could break out at any moment.

Suddenly, as if receiving a command, the enhanced soldiers extended their claws and charged at them with wild cries. At the same time, Seika's figure blurred into motion, turning into a streak of light as he shot toward Kaguya with blinding speed.

"I hate three things the most: green peppers, carrots, and..." Kaguya counted on her fingers, smiling slightly, "fodder."

As soon as she finished speaking, Kaguya let out a light laugh. Suddenly, countless white bone spikes appeared from the void around her, pale and sharp, glinting with a dangerous light.

All-Killing Ash Bones

The white bone spikes shot out instantly, like streams of light, filling the sky as they rained down on the enemy. The enhanced soldiers had no chance to resist; they were immediately pierced by the bone spikes.

The bodies of the enhanced soldiers began to glow with a strange red light, and under this eerie glow, their bodies disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye. Large chunks of flesh and tissue fell to the ground, crumbling into dust.

"What...?"

Not only Najenda, but everyone else, including Akame, was stunned by the sight. They hadn't expected the silver-haired girl before them to have such terrifying power, capable of turning enemies to dust completely. And the speed—striking like lightning before anyone could react—was the most terrifying part.

Even Akame, known for her speed, would find it difficult to dodge such an attack. Once hit, death was inevitable. Unless one could sever the affected part of their body the instant they were struck, survival was impossible. Of course, if vital areas like the chest, head, or neck were hit, there would be no hope at all.

"Oh no..." Dr. Stylish let out a cry of anguish, clutching his chest as if suffering a heart attack. "My Stylish Squad—they were my painstaking creation!"

"Don't worry, Dr. Stylish," Ear hurried over to comfort him.

But before she could finish speaking, Dr. Stylish kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying. Caught off guard, she crashed to the ground.

"Failure is not an option in the world of fashion. Do you think my fashion ends here?" Dr. Stylish's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

"D-Dr. Stylish," Nose stammered, clutching his chest in fear. "Some of them are still alive."

"Oh?" Dr. Stylish looked into the distance and saw two figures still standing.

These two were Seika and Bols.

"I didn't expect any survivors," Kaguya said, slightly surprised as she observed the two. Their clothes were covered in dust, and their bodies were riddled with scars, but they hadn't been struck by Kaguya's All-Killing Ash Bone Scatter.

Seika, under Kaguya's gaze, remained expressionless, showing no sign of fear—likely because, as a puppet, he had lost his consciousness. The other survivor was Bols. Kaguya hadn't expected him to survive her attack, and this surprised her.

"Such strength..."

Bols's heart pounded in his chest, as if it would leap out at any moment. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and cold sweat drenched his back. He had seen Kaguya fight from a distance before, and they had even crossed paths a few times. But he was no match for her—she could kill with a single casual strike. The ease with which she fought was terrifying.

"What should I do?" Bols instinctively took a step back, feeling an invisible pressure bearing down on him, as if he were being hunted by a highly dangerous predator. His limbs began to weaken.

At that moment, Seika launched an attack on Kaguya.

Draped in gleaming armor and wielding a sharp spear, Seika moved with lightning speed, closing the distance between them in an instant. He thrust his spear with deadly precision, like a serpent striking or a dragon emerging from the water.

However, Kaguya seemed to anticipate the attack. With a calm expression, she casually waved her hand, and a flash of light shot out at lightning speed, heading straight for Seika.

With a sharp "clang," Kaguya looked on in surprise as Seika, once a dashing and handsome prince of the Northern Tribe, now bearded and haggard, managed to block her attack. She hadn't expected him to withstand her blow. After all, Kaguya's power was growing every day, and she was much stronger now than before.

Could it be...?