The commotion in the street abruptly winded down. But soon, screams and the slamming of doors resounded all at once. My brows knitted together, and I turned to look, only to see hundreds of Black-Armored Guards, clad in heavy armor and armed with long halberds, surge into the street like a black tide, surrounding the entire tailor shop so tightly that not a drop of water could leak through. The shopkeeper's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the floor. The very next second, a gleaming longsword, reeking of blood, suddenly whipped open the curtain of the tailor shop. With a loud bang, the sword slammed onto the counter in front of me, sending splinters of wood flying. Princess Christina barged in. She was still wearing the black ceremonial coat that proclaimed her supreme authority, but its hem was caked with dust, and her hair was in disarray. Her eyes, which were usually cold and imperious, were now webbed with terrifying red veins, like those of a beast on the verge of los
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