The hatred in her chest was practically about to transmute into a tangible evil intent and spill forth.
The waves of throbbing pain in her brain caused her to curl up her small figure in the snow, yet suddenly, her gaze landed on her left hand.
She was unaware when a small section of a pointy sword tip sprung out of her left hand.
hand.
"Fuxi[1. Fuxi was a legendary Chinese emperor.]"Fuxi… Sword?" She inexplicably murmured its name. She forced herself to stretch out her right hand and caress this small section of its sword tip.
This sword? Had always been hiding within her body? And her, from beginning to end, had not sensed anything at all in all these years?
She could readily disclose the sword's name and even sensed a bizarre familiarity assaulting her.
You must be my old friend, right!
But I don't even remember you right now…
