Three days passed in a flash, and soon it was the morning of the third day.
The sky had only just begun to brighten when Akame and the other ten little girls, fully armed, stood before Durandal. Every one of them looked energetic, without the slightest sign of sleepiness.
Even Sheele looked exceptionally serious at this moment.
Over the past three days, the ten girls had all adapted to the power of their stigmata. After all, the strength provided by the Hannah set was among the weakest of all stigmata; it was impossible for them to need much time just to adapt to it.
But even the weakest stigmata had raised Akame and the others' strength by at least twice as much.
Setting aside the percentage-based attribute boosts granted by the set, the critical, vitality, and strength attributes inherent to the three stigmata were also quite substantial once converted into real increases in power.
"Let me explain this once more. There are a total of five hundred and thirty-seven targets. Every one of them is a bandit who deserves to die. Your mission is... to deliver heavenly punishment upon them! Leave none alive! There is no need to take any prisoners. Understood?"
Standing before the ten little girls, Durandal spoke in an extremely stern tone.
Durandal had just sent Sirin to count the bandits and robbers. There were more than five hundred of them. Not a single one was innocent; every last one deserved to be cut into a thousand pieces.
"Understood!!"
Although there were only ten of them against more than five hundred enemies, Akame and the others showed neither fear nor hesitation.
"This group of bandits is clever, insidious, and cunning. They have set up quite a few traps on the mountain, so you'd best not try to