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The golems charged.

She let go of Shirokage .

She touched his forehead.

She took the blow. That was the second surprise. Yukari-chan allowed the hit to land, trading her left collarbone (she felt it crack) for a thrust that pierced his right knee. He stumbled.

He went very still. Not dead—asleep. A sleep so deep that his golems, sensing no commands, ground to a halt. His riflemen, those still conscious, dropped their weapons and fled. Royal Guards of Ethyria -Final- -Yukari-chan- F...

“The Ethyrian royal family slaughtered my sect fifty years ago,” Yukari-chan continued. “All but me. They raised me in the dungeons. Trained me. Told me I was their weapon.” A sad smile. “They were right. But not in the way they thought.”

The Praetor saw it. He was no fool.

“What… are… you?” he managed.

“You’re dying .”

A breeze stirred the garden’s silver flowers. For just a moment—just a heartbeat—the queen felt a hand brush her hair back from her forehead. A touch without warmth. A touch without weight.