Tarte - The World's Finest Assassin Gets Reincarnated In Another World As An Aristocrat

Tarte's Fiery Devotion: The Lightning Quick Battle Maiden's Passionate Surrender

The evening air in the training grounds hung heavy with the scent of sweat and the lingering aroma of freshly mown grass. Stars, sharp and impossibly bright, began to pepper the indigo canvas of the sky, mirroring the tiny, pulsating lights that flickered in Tarte’s emerald eyes. She stood, a vision of coiled power, her blonde hair, usually pulled back in a severe braid, now loose and shimmering like spun moonlight, framing a face flushed with exertion and something far more intimate.