On the evening of the following day, Romeo could be found on the upper floors of a towering building in the heart of the city. In a lavish hall, nobles surrounded him, dressed in their finest suits, engaged in lively conversations. Standing by Romeoâs side was none other than Juliet, the woman who had exposed Mary.
âCan you believe it? Itâs only been a day since yesterday, and yet so many people have gathered to celebrate our engagement party. I consider myself truly fortunate,â remarked Romeo.
âItâs all thanks to your charisma, Lord Romeo,â Juliet replied.
âHehe, everyone is eager to catch a glimpse of your beauty. Youâre nothing like Mary, who was a failure. You, overflowing with talent and ambition, are truly the perfect match as my wife.â
âLord RomeoâŠâ
Romeo gently lifted Julietâs chin, drawing their faces closer. They had been lovers even before Romeo met Mary.
Although I was reluctantly engaged to Mary under my fatherâs orders, the truth is, I was supposed to marry Juliet. But⊠why? Why did Father vehemently oppose the idea of me marrying Juliet, a noble of lower rank? Why did he suddenly say things like, âIf you play along with this little charade, Iâll allow the marriageâ?
The day after that incident, this party was promptly organized.
While the nobles around them schemed and speculated, Romeo himself struggled to comprehend his fatherâs mindset. It wasnât because he had something to hide that he couldnât provide an answer; it was simply because he genuinely couldnât grasp his fatherâs thoughts.
Well, to be honest, I couldnât care less whether Mary is dead or alive. I was never interested in that woman to begin with. Trying to understand Fatherâs thinking is just a waste of time.
For now, all Romeo could do was immerse himself in the joy of this party.
As he parted his lips from Julietâs, he placed his hand on her waist. âLook, Juliet, at the view from this floor.â
âYes, Lord Romeo, I can see it. The sight of common people toiling tirelessly for the sake of our future.â
âThis building represents my power. Soon, Father will retire, and I will assume the title of Duke. Once that happens, this panoramic view will belong to both you and me, Juliet.â
âHehe, indeed, Lord Romeo, you are truly remarkable. Allow me to accompany you on your path of conquest for the rest of my life.â
And with those words, Juliet planted a kiss on Romeoâs cheek. The surrounding nobles were suddenly filled with excitement. Feeling even more uplifted, Romeo moved closer to the window with Juliet.
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This room had been meticulously designed by Romeo during the construction of the building, with every wall adorned in transparent glass. They spared no expense, utilizing the kingdomâs cutting-edge technology to showcase their opulence.
âWhat a breathtaking night view⊠Just by gazing at it, one can feel as though they have dominion over this entire city,â Juliet murmured, her hand resting on the window.
But in the next instance, a shadow obstructed Julietâs view of the night scenery.
âHuhâŠ?â Juliet tilted her head, puzzled by the sudden interruption.
Before she could grasp the situation, Maryâs hand forcefully pierced through the glass, extending a bone blade.
âAs a token of appreciation for the servant⊠I shall offer you one severed head in return.â With one swift motion, Mary sliced off Julietâs head along with the glass.
Romeo stood frozen as his betrothedâs decapitated head tumbled to the ground with a thud. Unable to comprehend the reality that unfolded before her, Juliet remained motionless, her mouth agape in shock.
The party venue fell into a momentary silence.
âUgh⊠Ugh⊠Ughhhhaaahhh!â Romeoâs fear-stricken scream sent panic rippling through the crowd.
Mary shattered the window, shards of glass raining down as she descended into the grand hall. In that moment, Romeo frantically dashed to the furthest corner of the room.
âItâs⊠itâs Mary?! Whatâs happening?! G-guards! Kill her! Right this instant!â
âY-yes, sir!â
Mary, who was supposed to be dead, suddenly appeared.
Romeo couldnât quite grasp what was happening. He had but one understanding: she was a menace.
The soldiers stationed in the room courageously confronted Mary, their guns aimed directly at her. In a blinding flash of white light, a barrage of magical bullets was unleashed.
Babababablam!
The thunderous sound of gunfire drowned out the screams of the terrified onlookers. Stray bullets shattered glass windows, tables, and sent food flying in all directions.
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Yet, Mary stood there motionless, absorbing the bullets without defense. Enveloped in swirling smoke, she vanished from view and the hailstorm of gunfire momentarily ceased.
As the smoke dissipated, Mary emerged, wounded but undeterred, her demeanor calm and composed. Fresh wounds on her body squirmed, gradually regenerating before their eyes.
âHer wounds healing..? What is she?! Is it really Mary Pulcherrima?!â
âYes, itâs me, Lord Romeo. To exact vengeance, I borrowed the power of the Death God and clawed my way back from the depths of hell.â
âDonât play games, you wretched specter! You there, what are you waiting for?! Kill her now! If youâre truly the kingdomâs mages, protect me!â Romeoâs command was pitiful and disgraceful, betraying his fear. Yet, no one dared to defy him.
Once more, the soldiers unleashed a barrage of gunfire, while the nobles hurled various elemental magic at Mary. But amidst the onslaught, she remained standing.
A faint smile graced Maryâs lips as she reached behind her head within the billowing white smoke. A bone shaft pierced through her skin, protruding from her body. Enduring the pain, she clenched the bone and yanked it free.
Bending and flexing, what emerged was a bone staff, resembling a spine but elongated, stretching to about three meters. Gripping it with both hands, the tip transformed, revealing a broad, curved blade.
It was a scythe.
Mary assumed herself as if drawing back a bowstring to its limit, her waist and shoulders contorted. And then, she swept the blade through the air, cutting a path of destruction.
âHundred Corpses Burial Scythe.â
The scytheâs swing reverberated, shrouding the grand hall in an eerie silence. In this muted domain, bullets, magic spells, and the swirling smoke were cleaved apart as if space itself had been torn asunder.
With a slight delay, bodies crumbled and soldiers aiming their guns, as well as nobles casting spells, were all swept aside by the deadly arc.
Save for the slumped and trembling figure of Romeo, all within Maryâs line of sight were severed, their wounds erupting fountains of blood.
âUgh⊠Uwaaaah, aaaaaah! Donât kill me!â Romeoâs terrified voice trembled as he involuntarily wet himself.
Amidst the blood gushing from the corpses, Mary approached him, her body drenched in the crimson cascade. With the bloodstained scythe in her hand, the Death God assumed the form of a young girl, standing before the frightened man.
âWait⊠Wait! It wasnât me! Iâm not responsible! It was my father who hired the assassin! He gave the order to kill! He must have conspired with The King! Itâs obvious! Iâm innocent! Please spare me!â
âDuke Slaver and my dear father⊠I see. Then I shall eliminate them as well.â
Mary raised her scythe high above her head. Romeo gazed up at the blade dripping with fresh blood, his eyes wide open, his head shaking ever so slightly.
âYou wonât spare me?â
âWho said I would?â
âPlease⊠please, I beg you⊠Iâm begging you! Iâll give you anything but my life. Money, land, power, whatever you desire! I will even marry you again if it pleases you! It would serve the Pulcherrima family well, right? After all, Iâm the heir of the Slaver family. A valuable, precious life that carries the weight of the future!â
âI know. Lord Romeoâs life is to be treasured above all else.â
âThen!â
Naturally, such words held no sway over Mary. On the contrary, the more valuable the life, the more delightful it was to snuff it out.
âThatâs precisely why I must kill you.â
For this was revenge.
âHiiiiiiâŠâ
Mary swung the scythe downward. A deep incision appeared across Romeoâs body, and crimson blood began to seep out.
âA⊠AâŠâ
His body cleanly split along the line, collapsing to the ground in a macabre, bifurcated heap.
As Mary relinquished her grip on the scythe, its form dissipated, vanishing back into her body through her palm.
âLies, that revenge brings nothing.â
Maryâs chest swelled, and a multitude of bestial heads emerged from her body. Their elongated necks stretched out, ravenously feasting upon the scattered chunks of flesh.
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âBecause it feels so good! Hehehe, hehehehehe, ahahahahaha!â Flushed from the euphoria of consuming the corpses, Maryâs maniacal laughter echoed through the air.
Unbeknownst to her, that sight was captured by a camera lens through a slightly ajar doorway.
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The next day, news of Romeoâs death spread like wildfire across the country.
The revelation that Princess Mary was the culprit captured significant attention, turning her into a wanted fugitive pursued by the entire nation. Unsurprisingly, every newspaperâs front page was dominated by this gripping story.
However, with everyone present at the scene brutally slain, there was no information beyond the victimsâ names and the identity of the perpetrator. This left newspaper companies struggling to fill their articles with substantial content.
But there was one media company that stood out from the rest.
âWhat a scoop, my friend! Your article is the talk of the town today!â
âWell⊠yeah.â
In an office, a mild-mannered man wearing glasses received praise from the editor-in-chief.
The man happened to be on the same floor when Mary unleashed her horrifying rampage. Originally, he was a reporter personally invited by Romeo to cover his engagement for an article.
âI was just stepping outside for some fresh air, thatâs all.â
âAnd thatâs how you ended up being the sole survivor. Talk about luck, or rather, bad luck! Hahahaha!â
While his boss laughed heartily, the man could only muster a wry smile. His gaze suddenly fell upon the newspaper resting on the desk.
In a somber tone, he muttered, âYouâre laughing so carefreely. It was truly terrifying. That⊠that thing is no longer human.â
Displayed on the front page of the newspaper was a photograph of Mary, drenched in blood, brandishing a scythe as she confronted Romeo.
The headline boldly proclaimed, âBloody Princess Slaughters All.â
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Translatorâs Note:
Yes, the headline is supposed to be a title drop, but the original translationâBlood Princess, Kill Them Allâdoesnât quite fit the context due to its imperative form. So I rephrased it as a statement/description in the third-person present tense. Thatâs how news headlines typically go anyway. Honestly, not a huge fan of the title translation on NU for various reasons. But I wonât get into that right now.
On another note, I just wanted to give a big shoutout and say thanks for all the support and comments. They mean a lot to me, seriously. If you like the story, itâd be awesome if you could take a sec to rate it on NU page here. You can also add it to your reading list if you have an account. Cheers!