The Queen's Return. (Alize's Story.)

The Tsubasa Clan

"The Tsubasa Clan was..."

Ronnan's eyes glittered with curiosity, shining brighter than a lamp on a moonless night.

"Absolute Madness." Alize bowed her head in a resigned manner, and continued telling her tale.

"The Tsubasa Clan was headed by my father. We were living peacefully until one time, Maou's underlings took action."

Her red hair swayed gently, her viridian eyes can hardly contain her tears.

"That time, I had been sent away to be saved. I don't remember my father's face clearly, nor my mother. I knew about this since the one who took care of me told me a lot abou-"

A blade suddenly pierced through the room, Alize instantly set up a blue holographic shield for Ronnan, and dodged instantly. Alize's Crimson priestess uniform had lost a sleeve and blood was spilt all over the floor. From the hole that the blade made, a mechanical piece had emerged from it. It had a horn, robust silver torso with a glaring red glow that scanned everything around it. The Machine had thin arms, yet huge hands of Blades, which can fly. Everything else seemed pretty normal.

"Alize! Are you alright?!" Ronnan hurriedly rushed to Alize's side only to be blocked away by her magic.

"Stay Back. These are things I should handle out for you." Alize's red hair glowed a bright red, and her clothes fluttered through as she chanted to summon Luhngdren. Again, blood mist filled the room, yet with more bloodlust. Alize's green eyes glared and moved slowly.

"Luhngdren, my sword please."

The furball had slowly morphed into a katana. The katana had a guard that looked like a dragon's head, and a sheathe that was crimson, blending in along with her clothes and hair.

"Strike: Fall of the Cherry Blossoms."

Alize dashed towards the enemy, and sliced it in half.  Gently dancing with the Wind, anyone who witnessed this would look at Alize as if she was an old samurai. Her hair portrayed blood, her clothes were screaming out her blood lust. Alize's skirt had been cut thanks to the event earlier. Slowly and with full of grace, Alize sheathed her sword.

"Woah..." Ronnan's eyes was full of admiration and fear. He thought, what if she used that on me? And shook in fear. Alize approached Ronnan and patted his head.

"Let's go. This is a Maou underling. He's finally awakened from sleeping. That sly bastard."

Alize was still full of bloodlust, so Ronnan held her hand. Alize was shocked, and was flustered. She didn't know what to do.

"Better." Ronnan exclaimed.

"It'll be all fine. I'll help you out with this matter of yours." Ronnan, while being sympathetic, had dragged Alize out of the room, and began to walk away from the scene.

Here is where it all starts.

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To be Continued
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