7,

Her heartbeat accelerated non-stop, and the maid's eyes were filled with absolute murderous intent.

"Damn...this is not what we agreed on!"

Unexpectedly, he had originally thought that maids were lower-class servants, and between a man and a woman, Mr. Cyclone had a slight chance of winning.

But now, no matter how he looked at it, the opponent's combat power was full, and he was just a weakling.

"Wai-wait, there's always room for negotiation, please-ahhhhhhhhh!!!"

Ignoring everything Mr. Cyclone said, the maid once again raised her huge sickle, swinging it towards Mr. Cyclone.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Like a prey being toyed with by others at will, Mr. Cyclone began to scream desperately.

"Save me! Save me!"

He pressed his body against the ground and barely dodged the beheading blow.

Of course, Mr. Cyclone didn't even know how he avoided it because he wasn't looking at the maid behind him at all. Like a rat, he crawled into the space under the bed.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! This time it's not just about pride! Even my life is not guaranteed!!!"

Under the bed, with nowhere to run, Mr.Cyclone covered his head with both hands.

"You rat! Come out and die!"

The maid finally roared in anger, and in an instant, a sharp blade pierced the ground next to Mr. Cyclone's head from top to bottom. The bed and the floor already had some space between them, not to mention the thickness of the bed. The maid's powerful blow penetrated the bed directly, frightening Mr.Cyclone and making him scream.

The huge sickle rose again, and another penetrating blow was definitely coming. Mr.Cyclone couldn't care about anything else, and decided to keep crawling forward in hopes of jumping out of the window to save his life.

However, without paying attention to what was happening behind him, and unable to see outside the bed, Mr. Cyclone had no idea what the other party was doing.

"Devour this rat!"

With a loud shout from the maid, the ground suddenly collapsed just as Mr. Cyclone crawled out from under the bed.

It turned out that the maid unleashed her strongest blow, the death sickle filled with black mist, penetrating the center of the bed. Its power even reached the ground below.

Finally, the entire room was filled with dust, and a hole appeared in the floor.

Underneath the hole was a lower-level room, which seemed to have its windows closed and lit by candles all around.

Mr.Cyclone had fallen to the lower level, being pressed by piles of debris and bed frames. The light coming through the hole from above pointed out a way for Mr.Cyclone to survive.

In front of him, there was another person, and although he could only see the lower half of her body, she was wearing the same clothing and armor as Sonja, whom he had seen before. The skirt below seemed to belong to another female Wind Knights member.

With his bruised body, he continued to crawl forward.

"Life is more important! Just hug her thigh and beg for mercy!"

Climbing out of the valley of debris, Mr. Cyclone immediately grabbed the woman's leg and pulled himself closer. With one desperate move, he hugged her thigh tightly.

"Save me!"

With his desperate thigh-hugging move, Mr.Cyclone hugged the leg, hoping that this person could save his life.

But when he looked up.

"Bro.. Brother...?"

"Damn! It's really Sonja."

It was a familiar face, and at the same time, a strong shock came from behind. Even while hugging Sonja's thigh, Mr. Cyclone was blown away and moved.

While still hugging her thigh, he was blown over to Sonja's back and now was facing the furious maid again. The anger was as cold and terrifying as the black mist on her huge sickle.

"A dog of the ruined family..."

The maid said to Sonja.

"A dog of the prime minister, huh..."

Sonja also responded.

Seeing the maid's gaze shift to Sonja, and Sonja looking at the maid with hostility, Mr. Cyclone couldn't help but mutter to himself in his heart.

"This...This atmosphere...I better hide on the side."

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