My Harem of Dangerous and Crazy Women as a Reincarnated Necromancer-Chapter 51: The Helpless Women

The first creature to move again was a gargoyle.

It dove directly toward the nun’s head, and behind it, three giant spiders advanced across the floor in a triangular formation.

The nun turned toward the descending gargoyle.

"Get out of my way," she said in a low voice, almost bored, as if she were talking to a particularly annoying insect.

She raised her right fist and drove it upward in an uppercut that connected directly with the gargoyle’s stone jaw. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The sound was almost like a gunshot.

The gargoyle’s head simply disappeared, and the rest of the body was launched toward the ceiling with such force that it embedded itself in the stone, hanging there like a decoration.

’Rose.’

Mark activated the telepathic link with the vampire, without taking his eyes off the scene unfolding before him.

’Tell me you’re seeing what I’m seeing...’

’I am,’ Rose replied from behind her pillar, her mental voice sounding tense. ’And honestly, I’d rather not be.’

The nun launched herself at the three spiders — while the first tried to impale her with one of its front legs, she dodged it by leaning her torso to the left without slowing down and, in the same motion, grabbed the spider’s extended leg with her left hand.

Then she yanked it, tearing the leg clean off at the root with a wet sound that made the spider shriek — a high-pitched sound that reverberated through the entire hall.

But the shriek lasted less than a second, because the nun used the torn-off leg as a bat and slammed it into the creature’s body with such force that the spider literally split in half.

"Nuisances!" she growled, turning toward the other two spiders that had stopped dead at the sight of their companion turned into floor decor. "I don’t have time for trash like you!"

While Mark watched the one-sided beating before him in bewilderment, a voice resonated in his head.

’Master,’ Rose spoke again. ’Look at her carefully. Her clothes.’

Mark frowned and focused.

Up to that point he had been so absorbed in the brutality of the fight that he hadn’t stopped to observe the details.

But now that Rose was pointing it out, he saw them clearly.

On the woman’s left side, the fabric was torn, revealing what appeared to be a deep cut running from her ribs down to her hip.

The veil covering her head was half torn off, hanging from one side only, revealing dark blue hair soaked in sweat and something darker.

’She’s injured,’ Rose confirmed. ’Severely, I’d say. That cut on her side should be completely limiting her mobility. And judging by her shoulder, she probably has at least two broken ribs.’

Mark swallowed.

’And she’s still fighting like nothing’s wrong?’

’Exactly... that’s what bothers me,’ Rose said, with a note of unease.

But the conversation between them didn’t last long, as the woman’s voice rang out again.

"Is that all?" the nun said, looking at the spider with contempt. "I’ve taken harder hits playing with the kids at the orphanage."

She looked at the rest of the enemies that had stopped attacking.

"Do you want to get in my way too?" the woman said, moving toward the remaining motionless monsters.

She continued eliminating them one by one until only four of the original forty monsters on the first floor remained.

Three gargoyles that had been circling the hall, waiting for an opening, and one last spider that had kept its distance.

She looked at all the remaining enemies before her at the same time.

"I have five people dying behind me and you’re wasting my time." Her voice carried something beyond anger.

It was frustration — the frustration of someone who had already lost too much that day.

"So you’re going to die fast, or I’m going to make you suffer. Choose."

And in one ferocious motion she tore a chunk from the floor with one hand — a block of stone the size of a human torso — and hurled it at the nearest gargoyle.

The gargoyle tried to dodge, but the rock caught it on the left wing, tearing it clean off and sending it spinning uncontrollably to the floor where it crashed.

The two remaining gargoyles and the spider attacked together in one last desperate attempt.

Grave mistake.

The woman dodged the first gargoyle’s claws by ducking, drove a rising elbow into it that shattered its torso, caught the second by the tail as it flew overhead and used it as a projectile against the giant spider.

Both creatures collided with a force that reduced them to ash before they touched the ground.

And so, in under five minutes, the hall stood empty.

The nun remained standing in the middle of the destruction, breathing heavily — the first sign of effort she had shown.

Around her, the floor was wrecked, the walls cracked, and the ceiling had at least two new craters in it.

’How?’

The thought spun in Mark’s head like a broken record.

’How the hell did she end up that badly hurt? That woman just cleared an entire room of monsters like they were level-one slimes... she even had a full party with her, and they still ended up in that state.’

Mark’s mind refused to process how someone that powerful could end up in such a sorry condition.

’What’s on the lower floors that could do that to someone with that kind of strength? What kind of—?’

But then there was a flash.

Yuki materialized in midair directly above the nun, both daggers aimed at the woman’s throat.

"She must be weakened after the fight" — that was probably what Yuki had thought.

And under normal circumstances, it would have been a reasonable assumption.

’YUKI, DON’T—!’

But Mark’s mental shout came too late.

He’d been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t felt Yuki move.

Mark hadn’t given her the order to attack, but he hadn’t given her the order not to either, and Yuki was an assassin.

Her default instinct was to eliminate threats.

One moment Yuki’s daggers were inches from the woman’s throat, and the next they weren’t.

The nun’s hand snatched Yuki by the throat mid-air with a speed that shouldn’t have been possible in her condition.

Yuki’s daggers clattered to the floor with a metallic ring that echoed through the silence of the hall.

She didn’t move, or rather, couldn’t move.

The nun looked Yuki over, taking in her face and her clothes, and then her expression changed.

The anger, the frustration, the killing instinct... all of it vanished, replaced by something Mark hadn’t expected.

Confusion.

"Huh?" The nun blinked. "What the hell are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be missing?"

’ROSE, NOW!’, Mark shouted mentally.

There was no time for complicated plans.

All that mattered in that moment was that the woman’s hand was around Yuki’s throat, and every second that passed was one second closer to her deciding to snap it.

Rose didn’t need to be told twice.

"CHAINS OF DARKNESS!" Rose shouted, conjuring the spell.

The floor beneath the nun’s feet darkened, and in an instant the ground became a pool of shadow from which chains erupted.

They coiled around the nun’s ankles, climbed up her legs, wrapped around her torso and arms with brutal speed.

She grunted, her fingers snapping open by reflex as the chains yanked her arms downward, releasing Yuki.

The assassin immediately rolled to one side, bringing a hand to her throat.

"MASS OF PUTRESCENCE!" Rose screamed from behind the pillar, both hands thrust forward.

A sphere of dark energy formed between her palms and shot toward the chained nun.

On impact, the explosion shook the entire hall, and a column of thick black smoke rose from the point of impact, completely obscuring the area where she had been standing.

"That was close..." Mark said, stepping out from behind the wall, his heart pounding in his ears.

Yuki was already on her feet beside him, a red mark visible around her throat.

Then all three looked toward the column of smoke as it slowly began to dissipate.

"Huh?" was all Mark managed to say before his eyes went wide.