Beye Orleans

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When one starts with planar battles, they normally reach one of two extremes. They can doubt the meaning of the massacres and even begin to pity the enemy, or they’ll completely immerse themselves in the killing and seek pleasure in it to numb themselves.

**Beye Orleans** is a famed saint of the Orealeans Family in Sacred Alliance Empire. She has one of the most terrifying bloodlines in the entire alliance, and she has continued to hone herself in the Battlefield of Despair. There were no threats to her life below the legendary realm at level 18.

She was someone who was even more famous than most of Norland’s legends. This was the saint who could slay a legendary being! 5;90

## **Description**

The lady looked very young and beautiful, with short hair only an inch below her head that fluttered softly despite a lack of wind. Her eyes were glowing, to the extent that it was hard to even notice her eyeballs beyond her bottomless pupils. The gaze was extremely keen, sharper even than a sword.

The woman was dressed in a weird suit of armour that was littered with scratches and traces of repair. There were also large swathes of purple, marks of corrosion that from what Richard knew could only come from powerful creatures like demons. This alone was proof enough of the numerous battles she had experienced, an indication of how frightening of a character she was to walk through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Beye was incredibly tall, much taller than Richard. Her face was rather unique, her eyebrows and pupils so white they could not be seen at all. She had great features that would make her a beauty; long legs, slender waist, perfect curve, and no breasts to speak of. Still, all that wasn’t important; the key fact was that she was fierce and peerless, possessing a strong aura of blood. Getting in bed with a goddess of murder like her required a strong mind.

### **Killing Intent**

Richard felt his heart stop for a moment when his eyes met hers. This was a murderous aura, an indescribably powerful killing intent! Although there was no doubt that the other party had no ill intentions towards him, he could still feel a bitter cold all around him. It was like approaching a sharp weapon that had drunk the blood of countless foes. Even though it was not pointed at oneself, one could almost feel the sharp edge piercing their skin.

There wasn’t the slightest trace of vitality from this beauty’s body. Her aura was rife with death and desolation.

her legs propped high on a table while she drank from a glass of blood-red wine. Her shorts barely even covered her buttocks, while her upper body was bare except for a number of bandages. 5;86

## **Physique**

Beye Orleans had spent three years at level 17 before she took the step.

3 triangular hearts

The bloodline I inherited is one of my family’s two great bloodlines— the nightmare shade. Agamemnon inherited the ancient titan bloodline.

## **Plot**

they meet for the first time on the Archeron Island of Faust. Agamemnon recommends Richard for runes. She then "invited herself" in and requests four Lifesbanes from Richard. Beye leaves the rune blueprint and goes out of a window.

takes Richard to the Land of Dusk for the first time

they often meet when Richard goes to the Land of Dusk. They become friends through killing together, such was their relationship. Beye’s idea of a battle was kill or be killed; she would likely kill the legend at the cost of near-death. Richard was also considered crazy, thus being dubbed as the crazy friend of the lunatic Beye.

He still remembered vividly when Beye had cut one down with one stroke, just like he had now. However, Beye’s cut had instantly killed the skaven and left only a tiny slit on the heart. His attack had struck the heart as well, but he’d missed the most critical artery and instead turned the entire organ to mush.

His brows knitted together. After thinking over it for a long time, he held his dagger up and made a quick thrusting motion in the air. The movement seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary, but it created a small gust and was accompanied by a faint whistle. His breaths grew heavier as he tried again, but the whistling persisted.

He shook his head and sat down. Both those strikes had been infused with the full power of all four Lifesbanes on him, but they still paled in comparison to Beye’s attack when she hadn’t possessed a single one. Beye’s attacks didn’t have any aftershocks either, nor did they whistle.

He closed his eyes and dipped into his memories, recalling the moment of Beye’s strike. Steadying his breathing, he made another soft strike with his dagger. This time, his blessings were activated to their utmost as he studied the blade’s trajectory. The aftershocks this time were reduced, but once the strike stopped he sighed once more. The strike had only deviated slightly from its target, the error so low that it wouldn’t even affect a grade 3 rune, but if he used Lifesbanes to layer ten strikes into one that difference would greatly disperse his power. If he’d possessed the ability to keep all ten strikes perfectly on target, Voidbones wouldn’t have a face anymore, nor would Ensio have an arm.

Talk was cheap. He was far from achieving such control, and even Beye wasn’t that perfect. However, he didn’t feel specifically anxious; that was why he was here in a battlefield of despair, to train himself and polish his skills and abilities. 5;34

### **Momentary Farewells**

However, Richard continued to walk forward and wrapped her up in a tight hug as a gentle smile crept up his face, “Well, might as well enjoy myself a little before I die.”

Disdainful as ever of retreating, Beye had originally let Richard hug her to see just what he would do. However, his words immediately seemed to melt her stiff muscles, and despite a grunt she eventually returned the embrace, “… Might as well.” 5;109

### **Legendary**

Beye would have wished to come as well with Agamemnon when Richard's child was born, but having crossed into the legendary realm a while ago she was currently in an unknown plane trying to strengthen her laws.

Even though Beye was the youngest legend of the Orleans Family, her power had skyrocketed the moment she entered the legendary realm. She was already level 23 and had awoken a number of strong abilities, starting to rival even the Ironblood Duke in combat ability. Beye was known to be the second coming of Empress Apeiron, with an appetite for killing and a complete lack of fear.

## **References**

1. ↑ formerly
2. ↑ 4;121
3. ↑ 4;122
4. ↑ 4;5
5. ↑ Book 8, Chapter 116