THUD.
As the last member of the City Guard fell, a manic grin spread across Marco's face. "Humans really are fragile creatures, aren't they~"
Eternal life is the only truth!
He glanced at the blood staining his hands, flicked them away in disgust, and then casually wiped them clean on the corpse of a City Guard.
"Damn it, you're impersonating me?"
"Oh?"
Marco's expression was tinged with surprise. "You got here quickly."
The newcomer, who also sported a red ponytail, glared at him with grim eyes and ground out, "Thousand Faces… Clelia!"
"That's me." The 'Marco' holding the short sword tilted his head and chuckled playfully. "I have to say, though, this face of yours is quite useful."
As he spoke, his body began to melt like a candle.
A moment later, the Marco who had been holding the short sword had transformed into a woman in a tight black leather outfit.
A very beautiful and sexy woman, at that.