The Border.
Imperial Military Camp.
Esdeath sat on a chair, staring at the military distribution map in front of her, feeling incredibly bored.
"It really is dull."
The so-called "Northern Foreign Tribes" were simply too weak. They couldn't withstand a single blow.
If it continued like this...
She was afraid it wouldn't take long for the war to end completely.
However.
She did not enjoy even the slightest bit of combat pleasure. It was just slaughter, not a fight.
She shook her head and prepared to rest, but her gaze suddenly sharpened.
"What is this?"
In front of Esdeath, a sheet of parchment appeared out of thin air. It was pitch-black and radiated a sinister aura.
Almost subconsciously, Esdeath grabbed it in her hand.
[Devil Contract]
Esdeath's eyebrows lifted slightly.
She clearly didn't recognize a single character written on it, yet she somehow understood its contents.
"A Devil, huh? Truly interesting."
The corners of her mouth curled up, forming a cruel smile.
In her icy blue eyes, a dangerous aura surfaced.
If it's a Devil… would it be able to satisfy my hunger for battle?
She picked up the quill without a hint of hesitation and signed her name.
"Then, Devil… answer my summons."
A hint of anticipation flashed across Esdeath's face.
The Devil.
What kind of powerhouse would he be?
That was the only thought occupying her mind.
As for the consequences or the price? Those things were completely outside her considerations.
However…
There's a high chance it's fake.
Esdeath's eyes narrowed slightly.
After all, she had never heard of Devils truly existing in this world.
If it's a prank, I'll find out who dared to toy with me—and torture them to death.
Just as she was growing skeptical, a dazzling light suddenly erupted inside the tent.
Buzz!
The Devil Contract in Esdeath's hand floated upward. On the ground, it shifted into a magic circle radiating a mysterious purple aura.
Her pupils shrank, and she stood up abruptly.
Tap… tap… tap…
Clear footsteps echoed through the tent.
A figure emerged from within the magic circle, entering Esdeath's field of vision.
It was a man with black hair and black eyes, dressed in casual clothing—yet carrying a noble, commanding presence that seemed to look down on all creation.
"Are you really a Devil?"
Even Esdeath found it hard to believe.
But the magic circle before her couldn't be faked.
"You summoned me, and you still have doubts?"
Arlen smiled faintly. With a sharp whoosh, a pair of pitch-black wings unfurled from his back.
"That should be enough proof, don't you think?"
Esdeath's pupils tightened.
Even she was momentarily stunned.
After all, everything before her…
It completely shattered her understanding of reality.
So I really came to this world.
At the same time, Arlen's eyes flickered.
The moment he laid eyes on Esdeath, he had already confirmed the world he had arrived in.
Akame ga Kill.
A world filled with beautiful women—yet also one steeped in tragedy and despair.
However, from his perspective…
This world was actually quite appealing.
The countless Danger Beasts would provide plenty of experience points.
And the Teigu, the Imperial Arms—
Although most didn't interest him, a select few possessed extraordinary potential.
Moreover—
If he mastered the underlying technology, creating them himself with magic wasn't out of the question.
Most importantly…
This world certainly held many individuals with the aptitude to become Servants.
Thinking of this, a strange glint flashed through his eyes as he looked at Esdeath.
"So, what is your wish?"
Esdeath snapped fully back to her senses.
Although actually summoning a Devil was far beyond her expectations—and her worldview had just been rewritten—
This was precisely what she desired.
Madness surged from her body as she grinned wildly. "Very simple. Give me an enjoyable battle."
"That certainly suits your personality."
Arlen's expression remained unchanged. He lifted a finger and gestured at her arrogantly. "Since that's what you want… what are you waiting for?"
"Hehe…"
Esdeath let out a low laugh. She didn't bother saying anything else. Like a shooting star, she launched herself straight at Arlen.
A rapier formed entirely from condensed ice materialized in her right hand, carving a chilling arc through the air.
BOOM!
A thunderous roar echoed.
Her slash had slammed into what felt like an invisible steel wall.
Esdeath's pupils tightened. She realized her blade hadn't touched Arlen at all.
It was as if some invisible force coated his skin—
Blocking her attack completely.
What is this power?
Esdeath had always taken battle seriously.
Facing a Devil, she naturally didn't hold back.
But—
I can't even break his defense?
BANG!
A fist drove straight into Esdeath's stomach, her entire body freezing for an instant.
And then—
Terrifying force erupted.
The surrounding air rippled violently as her body was launched backward, tearing through the entire tent and collapsing it with a deafening crash.
Rumble!
Waves of demonic power burst outward, shredding what remained of the tent to pieces.
Arlen stepped forward, a faint smile curling his lips.
The strength of a Satan-class Devil was already this overwhelming.
Someone like Esdeath couldn't withstand even one serious blow.
How terrifying must the Transcendents above this level be…?
Meanwhile—
Countless soldiers who had rushed over after hearing the commotion were left stunned.
That figure slowly rising from the rubble in a disheveled state… was General Esdeath?
Who was that man?
Who could make the Empire's strongest warrior look so helpless?
"Cough… cough…"
Esdeath coughed, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
"Uh… looks like I used a bit too much strength."
Seeing her condition, Arlen scratched his cheek casually.
It couldn't be helped.
For someone like Esdeath, if he wanted her to truly submit, absolute power was the only currency that worked.
On the other side—
The Imperial soldiers surrounding them finally snapped out of their shock.
They roared and attempted to rush forward to protect their General—
Until they met Esdeath's icy glare.
Instantly—
All of them froze. They understood immediately that they were interfering.
Without hesitation—
Every soldier retreated at once.
None of them dared spoil General Esdeath's fun.
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