"Good thing I arrived in time..."
With two blazing daggers in hand, Oliver Khan advanced, step by step.
"If I had been even a second late, that annoying rat would've slipped away."
His words were aimed squarely at Madam A.
She took a step back, forcing a smirk.
"Calling a lady like me a rat… how rude."
"..."
A sudden silence fell over the battlefield.
Oliver Khan wasn't one for words. His actions spoke for him—this battle had already begun.
Madam A knew it the moment time itself seemed to freeze.
The fastest Lord of the Ultras had made her move.
'This isn't a fight I can afford to take on…'
That single thought echoed in her mind.
Not only was Oliver Khan the second-highest authority within the Imperial Palace, but another terrifying force was drawing closer.
Staying meant suicide.
Within mere moments, she reevaluated her priorities.
First—the object she had retrieved earlier. It was more valuable than her own life. Securing it was paramount.
