The Orphan Girl Is The Martial Arts Queen

last breath, tears in her eyes as she looked at her little princess. B

me, they'll be here soon. Hurry, send her to an orphanage." Arour

madam

t fear like mine." She let go of her daughter at last, fastening a pendant around the bab

ace there was no such thing as peace. Everyone smiled like family while quietly plotting to devour each other. Her only crime had been falling in love with the wrong man. She smiled bitterly

houghts. Aroura's expression sharpened, her aura shift

the tall, mask

o be dangerous, we sho

iation, we don't run from anyo

ved in on h

upright, badly beaten. "She's really the best. Even wound

how weakness, silently praying Rosie h

of the 943 Association if five of us fall to one woman?" Gr

ll

kept moving on the thought of holding her daughter again someday. A gunshot cracked through the trees and

g out and she dro

d she even remember her mother at all? The thoughts came and went as tears slid down Aroura's fa

shoulder. If he hadn't drawn his gun when he did, they'd likely all

forest, wiping all evidence of anything that could tie the scene bac

e, strangely gave her no trouble at all. She slept peacefully the whole way, a small smile tuggin

Evie in the dim hall of the estate, heads

aid without risi

o trace left behind. But we lost Hakan a

ning a small blade over in her fingers,

the c

reached her. The

n the blade had tightened. "A newborn and a frightened servant girl c

, ma

, more gifted with every blade and every technique their masters put in front of her, while Evie had to bleed for every scrap of skill she owned. Their father used to watch Aroura train with something like wonder on his face, a lo

nothing, something in Evie finally cracked open. Let the whole of that hidden town, the one whose

ere, carrying her blood and Evie intended to m