My Charity System made me too OP

The second maid lunged from Roselia's flank, her rapier thrusting in rapid, graceful strikes. Roselia barely managed to deflect the attacks, her scythe spinning defensively in tight arcs. One strike slipped through, grazing her armor and leaving a faint burn mark.

"Not bad," Roselia muttered, her eyes flashing as she raised her spellbook. She chanted quickly, and the Chains of Dusk erupted from the ground, shadowy tendrils wrapping around the rapier maid's limbs. The maid strained against the bonds, but they held firm for the moment, giving Roselia a brief opening.

The flaming maid didn't let up. She dashed forward, her gauntlet igniting with a Flame Burst Strike that detonated as it neared Roselia. The explosion forced Roselia back, her armor absorbing most of the damage but leaving her momentarily disoriented.

Using this advantage, the rapier maid broke free from the Chains of Dusk with a surge of energy, her blindfold fluttering as her rapier moved in a blur. She activated Moonlit Echo, a spell that created ethereal copies of her weapon, multiplying her strikes.

Roselia gritted her teeth, her scythe parrying frantically as the rapier maid's attacks intensified. At the same time, she whispered a command to her spellbook, summoning a Shadow Familiar, a spectral beast that charged at the flaming maid, forcing her to focus on defense.

The fight escalated as Roselia shifted to the offensive. She channeled her mana into a powerful ability—Void Nova. Dark energy swirled around her, condensing into a sphere before exploding outward in a wave of destruction. The rapier maid was thrown back, her rapier clones dissipating, while the flaming maid's black flames were momentarily extinguished.

"You're more than we expected," the flaming maid said, coughing as she regained her footing.

"And you're tougher than I gave you credit for," Roselia replied, her scythe and spellbook glowing with renewed power.

Roselia dashed forward, her movements a blur as she combined her melee prowess with her magic. She slashed at the flaming maid, who countered with fiery punches, their clashes sending sparks and embers flying. Simultaneously, she cast Night Barrage, raining shadowy arrows toward the rapier maid, who dodged and deflected as best as she could.

***

"Will she be alright?" Roman asked as he walked ahead with Leon, glancing back at Roselia, who was locked in battle with the maids.

"She will be," Leon replied confidently as he stopped. "Besides, it seems we've got another opponent," he added, his gaze fixed ahead.

Roman turned to see an elegant, middle-aged woman standing in their path. Her posture exuded grace, but her sharp, calculating eyes hinted at danger. Her luxurious gown, adorned with intricate patterns, flowed like liquid silk, and the faint aura around her suggested she wasn't just an ordinary obstacle.

"Who is she?" Roman asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Judging by her presence," Leon said, his tone measured, "she's no ordinary servant. Stay on guard."

The Queen looked at them with a calm yet commanding presence. "One shall fight me," she declared, her voice regal and unwavering. "The other may advance." Her tone left no room for negotiation, her words carrying an air of authority akin to a decree.

Roman glanced at Leon, silently conveying his intent. Leon nodded back in agreement, his expression steady as he stepped aside.

"I will be your opponent," Roman stated firmly, stepping forward.

The Queen's gaze shifted to him, appraising him with a faint smirk. "Very well," she said, a sense of amusement flickering in her eyes. With a wave of her hand, a fan appeared, intricately crafted with silver patterns and adorned with faintly glowing runes.

Before Roman could react, she made her move, dashing toward him with a speed that belied her elegant demeanor. Her movements were fluid and precise, the fan in her hand becoming a deadly weapon as it sliced through the air, sending sharp arcs of wind toward him.

Roman barely had time to summon his defenses, his staff glowing crimson as he conjured a blood barrier to deflect the incoming attack. The Queen's expression remained calm, almost as if she was testing him.

"Interesting," she remarked as her fan unfolded, revealing its full, majestic form. "Let us see if you are worthy of stepping further."

Roman smirked, his blood magic flaring as he prepared to counterattack. "Let's see if you can handle this."

The Queen's attacks came relentlessly, her fan weaving intricate patterns in the air that unleashed powerful gales of wind infused with razor-sharp energy. Roman struggled to keep up, his blood barriers cracking under the unrelenting pressure.

One particularly strong attack broke through his defenses, the wind slicing across his arm and drawing blood. Roman winced, stepping back as the Queen's cold, mocking voice echoed through the chamber. Stay updated via My Virtual Library Empire

"Is that all you have?" she taunted, gracefully spinning her fan as if the fight was nothing more than a game. "Your magic is impressive, but it lacks finesse. A true mage would have countered me by now."

Roman wiped the blood from his arm, a sly grin spreading across his face despite the pain. "Magic was never my forte," he said, his voice calm and confident.

The Queen raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Oh? Then why waste my time pretending?"

Roman chuckled, tossing his staff to the ground with a clang. "Because I am a Dark Slayer Knight."

With a swift motion, he drew his sword—a dark blade that seemed to absorb the light around it, its edges pulsating with an ominous crimson glow. The air around Roman shifted instantly, becoming heavy and foreboding.

The Queen's mocking smile faded as she felt the change. Roman's presence now exuded raw power, and his stance reflected a deadly determination.

"So, the mage has claws," she murmured, folding her fan and taking a defensive stance.

Roman didn't respond. He dashed forward with a burst of speed, his blade slashing toward the Queen with an intensity that left no room for mockery. She barely managed to parry the strike with her fan, the impact sending shockwaves through the room.

The real battle had begun.

Roman's swordplay was relentless, his strikes fueled by a combination of precision and sheer power. The Queen countered with elegant movements, her fan spinning and deflecting his attacks with ease that belied the strength she exerted.