Overlord Supreme

Facing the young girl and her little sister, the armoured knight raised his sword.

To have mercy was to take away a life in a single strike. Struck by the sunlight, the sword glistened high up in the air.

The girl shut her eyes and bit down on her lower lip. Her expression showed that she never wished for this situation. She was simply accepting it since there was nothing she could do. If the girl had power of some sort, she would have used it on the man before her eyes and ran away.

But— the girl had no such power.

Thus there existed only one conclusion.

The girl would surely perish here.

The sword struck down —

—Yet she did not feel any pain.

The girl opened her tightly shut eyes.

The first thing that the girl saw in her world was the sword that had stopped in its path downward.

The next thing that entered her sight was its wielder.

He had stopped in motion as though he were encased in ice. The knight's attention was no longer on the girl. The completely defenseless state of the knight clearly revealed the shock that surged inside him.

As though led by the knight's gaze, the girl also turned her face toward the same direction.

Then— she saw despair.

Pure darkness as thin as paper, yet of an unfathomable depth. It had emerged from the ground in an ovoid shape with its lower section cut. A scene that evoked mystique with indescribable apprehension.

A door?

That's what the girl thought after having seen it..

Then after her heart beat once more, her thought was verified right.

*Drippp*

Something fell from the darkness.

The instant she realized what it was—

"Hiii!"

—The girl let out a piercing shriek.

Red orbs swayed like turbid flames inside the hollow orbits of the white skull.  As it looked at the two girls, they felt as though it was staring coldly at its prey. In its hands, devoid of flesh and skin, was a sacred yet fearsome staff of sovereign beauty.

It was as though Death itself, dr.a.p.ed in an ornate, jet-black robe, was born into this world with darkness from another world.

The air froze in the blink of an eye.

It was as if time itself had frozen before the advent of an absolute being.

The girl had forgotten to breathe as though her soul was stolen

In this situation, where even sense of time seemed to have vanished, the girl began hyperventilating and breathed as though gasping for air.

—The Grim Reaper has come from the otherworld to take me away.

That's what the girl had thought, but she soon felt something was amiss. The knight that was after them had stopped moving as well.

"Urghh…"

Who was it from? It felt like it could have been from herself, as well as her shivering little sister, and the knight with his sword raised before her eyes.

Ever so slowly, its fingers, destitute of flesh with only their bones, reached out and pointed — not at the girls, but at the knight, as if to grab something.

She wanted to stop looking, but she was too scared to do so. She felt she would witness something far more terrifying if she were to look away.

<—Grasp Heart>.

The death incarnate made a clasping gesture, and a loud metallic noise rang right next to the girl.

She was afraid to avert her eyes to Death, but pushed by the tiny curiosity from her heart she moved her gaze and saw the knight laying on the ground. He was no longer moving.

He was dead.

Yes, dead.

The life-threatening crisis that had closed in on the girl disappeared just like that as if it was all a joke. However, she could not rejoice since Death had changed its shape and manifested itself in a more apparent form.

Receiving the girl's frightened gaze, Death moved towards the girl.

The darkness gathered in the center of her view rose.

—It's going to envelop me.

Thinking that, the girl hugged her little sister tightly.

The thought of escaping was nowhere in her head now.

If the opponent were a human, she could have taken action with a shred of hope. But the thing before her eyes was an existence that easily blew away such notion.

—Please at least let me die a painless death.

Praying was all she could do.

Her little sister was clinging to her waist, quivering in terror. She wanted to save her, but she couldn't. She could only apologize for her powerlessness.  She simply prayed that she wouldn't feel so lonely, for she was going with her.

And then—.