Conquering His Cold Heart

The timing of her transition was momentary but long enough for her to know what was happening. Her young master was in grave danger, one that threatened his life. Anger and desperation filled her heart as prepared herself for battle not willing take even the slightest chance.

Her hand appeared first from the void and instantly grabbed hold of a gnarly looking dagger that threatened to pierce through Frost\'s exposed neck. She promptly shattered the insolent weapon into dust with her overwhelming physical strength that belayed her dainty appearance.

Shortly following that sudden action she swatted the dark cloaked assassin with the same hand, easily shattering all his protective measures and sending him careening across the ground. The assassin\'s chest was caved in from the blow and his organ\'s received extensive damage. Just a simple slap from Maya had placed the A-rank assassin in dire straits.

The difference in strength was greater than the chasm between the earth and the heavens. An S-rank fighter was practically unrivalled throughout Nova, only second to the immortal Gods that governed the laws and aspects of the world.

The dainty white hand was soon joined by the rest of Maya\'s jaw dropping body. Her figure, appearance and even her charisma were poles apart from any other woman within 100,000 kilometres. Unfortunately given her anger and desperation her expression was cold and filled with killing intent.

Her eyes briefly glanced at Frost- gleaming his current state- before focusing on the assassin and the world around her. Thankfully Frost was in decent condition, his wound though striking could be mended by a mid-level health potion. She was summoned because he could not ensure his survival against a second strike.

Though she\'d only arrived for less than a second Maya was able to understand her young master\'s current state, the strength of his aggressor as well as the awkward situation surrounding the empty street. Her anger shot through the roof when she noticed the level of preparation the assassin enacted just to take out Frost, a newly promoted B-rank.

The methods were clearly overkill but they placed a strong emphasis on stealth, isolating Frost from everyone else so as to make the killing swift and well hidden. If Frost didn\'t have such tenacious instincts not only, would he have been killed without even knowing what happened, all traces of who did it would have been erased.

Upon realising this Maya\'s bloodlust and aura started to infuse into the air without restraint. The bloodcurdling pressure instantly enveloped the entire street, pressing down on everything with a pulse. Even Frost who was not the target of her anger was forced prone. His body collapsing under the weight and trembling out of primal fear, like a rabbit staring into the maw of a wolf.

The A-rank assassin who was already making efforts to minimise his injuries and escape from the sudden interloper was frozen in place. All his nerves acted up, preventing the signals from his brain reaching his muscles. Even his subconscious that controlled his breathing, blood circulation and other motor functions stopped in place, leaving just a single powerful emotion….fear.

Even with the assassin\'s ample experience with death he was nothing under the predatory eyes of Maya. He was no different from a weak E-rank in her eyes.

Maya\'s aura and bloodlust continued to grow and grow as she slowly stepped towards the shivering assassin. After taking 3 steps the magic device that isolated the street from the rest of the world starting twisting. At the 5th step it groaned and cracked.

Then when her foot made contact with the ground at her 7th step the isolated world collapsed completely, immediately reconnecting the street with regular space.

The street was still empty as the device persuaded people to avoid the area while it was active but now Maya\'s aura and bloodlust were no longer contained within that encapsulated space. Her presence quickly proliferated the surrounding area with great speed, causing countless citizens to tremble and break out in cold sweat.

Those who were at the minimum of C-rank and who had glimpsed upon the knowledge of aura felt the danger even more clearly. Each of them turned their heads towards the money pit where the presence originated. During the entire stampede they never felt such a powerful presence even when General Warik or General Anya released their auras.

The C-ranks thought that it was someone who was high in the A-ranks whereas the B-ranks felt that it was someone at the very peak perhaps half step into the fabled S-rank. None of them felt that it was an actual S-rank fighter given how rare they were and their current location. Why the hell would a legendary S-rank be here in Furano.

The three A-ranks however were far more knowledgeable, the presence was definitely not from someone at the A-rank. Dalamar who was at mid A-rank stood up from his chair with a panic-stricken expression.

His granddaughter and apprentice Natalie was taken by surprise from his actions and was about to loudly complain but before she could Dalamar sternly ordered her to stay in the room and not come out until he returned before dashing out the door.

In another area General Anya reacted much in the same way, she gave similar orders to her nearby subordinates before quickly running towards the money pit.

Some B-ranks also made their way toward the money pits at top speed, keen to see who this powerful warrior was and why they were emitting such bloodlust.

Ryuu, Bastion and Douglas who were still recovering looked towards the money pit and frowned, that presence somehow felt familiar yet also unknown at the same time. They wanted to check it out as well but knew that in their condition it was an impossibility. They left it to the Generals and sir Dalamar instead.

Thankfully Maya\'s bloodlust and aura only seemed to pressure the nearest vicinity, the assassin in particular, Maya was still in some control of her rage. The pressure on Frost also lightened as she stepped closer to the man, enough that he could pull out a mid-level health potion and down its contents.

Maya had little to no interest in allowing the assassin to live much longer. Her aura had already begun to crush his body and interfere with his motor functions. He was dying in a very painful way which alleviated some of her anger. The poor assassin couldn\'t even articulate words to beg for his life. He was filled with despair; this was supposed to be a simple job with no danger whatsoever.

Frost was merely a recently promoted B-rank, with only a single piece of 4 star quality equipment, an easy kill for him who was A-rank and one of the best assassins in the empire. However despite this despair he didn\'t hate nor even attempt to turn on his employer to save his own hide. He was loyal and even while under excruciating pain he actually worried about his master kicking an iron board.

Even if his master summoned his entire forces they\'d be nothing against this woman, she was an absolute monster in the truest sense of the word.

By the time Maya stood in front of the assassin he was nothing but a twisted, blood coated heap that barely retained the form of a human. He did try to use some magic devices and even skills to fight against Maya\'s pressure and or escape it but those methods meant nothing to someone at S-rank.

While B-ranks could emit their aura beyond their bodies, allowing them to intimidate their foes and even imbue their weapons. At A-rank one could form their aura into physical manifestations and even combine them with a measure of worldly laws however once someone reached S-rank they could establish a domain, an area of rule where they were veritable Gods.

As long as someone was encapsulated in this domain they were subjected to the whims of the user, they were pretty much invincible within these spaces. The poor assassin was already trapped within this domain, any method he used was easily quashed by a single thought.

As resignation filled the man\'s eyes Maya reached down and wrapped her dainty white hand around his partially collapsed neck. She then lifted his mangled body off the ground, holding the larger man in the air as if he was weightless. Her eyes were suffused with a horrifying chill that threatened not even let off the assassin\'s soul.

She gave him one last dose of her killing intent, before ending his pitiful life.

"Die." She coldly said before her internal energy rampaged through his body and eviscerated the man down to his very atoms. Even his blood was broken down into an imperceptible dust. The A-rank assassin, a powerful fighter of the Northrend empire was thus annihilated in an instant without leaving a single fragment.

Maya didn\'t bother getting his name nor did she interrogate him about his master, such things were beneath her given her strength.

Her eyes then coldly scanned the surrounding area before turning back to Frost, her cold expression instantly becoming warm and affectionate. Her steps quickly turned into a sprint and a moment later Frost found himself wrapped up in a tight hug. His powerful guardian changing into his girlfriend in that moment.