Chapter 18: Different Perspectives
“Damn, are immortals fighting while mortals suffer?”
At this moment, Muen was huddled in the corner, appearing humble, weak, helpless, and pitiful.
He lowered his head to look at the cutting mark only a few centimeters away from him, unable to help but shiver fiercely.
No, he couldn’t stay here. Otherwise, he wouldn’t even know how he died.
Taking advantage of the intense battle between the two, Muen slowly moved towards the door, leaning against the wall.
Fortunately, the target of the maid assassin was not him, and she didn’t have the time to bother with such a weakling like him.
So Muen quickly made his way to the door, only needing to open it to easily escape.
“Huh?”
Muen exerted force to turn the doorknob, but it didn’t budge.
“Huh? Huh? Huh?”
Muen’s face suddenly turned extremely pale.
Sure enough, the maid assassin was well-prepared.
It’s no wonder she dared to assassinate the prestigious Third Princess of the Empire in the heavily guarded Duke’s mansion!
“But it’s so strange, there was no such passage in the original book at all!”
Muen, feeling some pain, held his head in his hands, slowly squatting down again, his brain spinning frantically.
No matter how he tried to recall his memories, he could only come up with one clear answer — this passage definitely wasn’t in the original book!
“Why would an assassin suddenly appear? Where did things go wrong?”
“This is the Duke’s mansion! How could an assassin easily infiltrate, without triggering any alarms?”
“Could it be…”
Thinking back to the assassin’s words earlier, Muen suddenly had a thought that made him feel uneasy.
“Is it because of the order I gave that these assassins found an opportunity?”
In the original book, the ailing maid, Nor, never had a chance to rest. The original owner never issued any orders to recruit new staff from outside to ensure the smooth progress of the banquet!
But in the current timeline, because of Muen’s small act of kindness, everything has changed.
The extra help recruited overnight by the head maid became the only loophole in the otherwise tight security of the Duke’s mansion today!
“But this is too absurd! Recruiting people overnight was done just last night!”
Muen believed that the head maid also understood the issues of security and trust. Upon receiving Muen’s order, she immediately carried it out, aiming to give no time for those with malicious intentions from outside to react.
However, even so, among those recruited, assassins still managed to infiltrate.
“Could it be that someone is watching the Duke’s mansion around the clock?”
Muen racked his brains, but this was the conclusion he came to, which he believed to be the most plausible.
However, any speculation, in reality, was of no help to his current situation!
He was still standing on the brink of a deadly outcome, all because of his own actions!
“At the moment, all I can do is wait and silently pray for Selicia to defeat the assassin. As a weakling like me, I can’t do anything.”
“Huh? Wait a minute? For me, Selicia winning… is it really the best outcome?”
“The assassin’s target is obviously Selicia!”
Muen’s eyes widened suddenly because in this dire situation, he unexpectedly thought of an unexpected opportunity.
That’s right. If Selicia dies here, then all those things that happened between me and her… won’t they be known by anyone?
…
While Muen was caught up in his self-doubt, there was a sudden change in the battle unfolding before him.
The maid once again displayed her incredible speed, transforming into a blur, evading Selicia’s ice thorns that condensed into countless blades.
The ice thorns covered every foothold beneath the maid’s feet, and even if she managed to dodge the first attack, she would have nowhere to escape, just like a prey ensnared in a trap of spikes.
But when she reappeared, it was as if she had lost all her weight, gracefully floating down from the air. Her toes lightly touched the tips of the ice thorns, which would pierce through her with just a bit of force, standing alone elegantly like a dancer on the edge of a blade.
“Some kind of burstable footwork, and… gravity magic.”
Selicia’s gaze grew slightly darker, the more she saw through the maid’s techniques, the more serious her thoughts became.
“There are no signs of magic being cast. Is it attached to some kind of item?”
“You truly live up to your title, Princess Selicia.”
A strange purple light flashed in the maid’s right eye.
“To see through my moves in an instant.”
“You underestimated me.”
Selicia narrowed her eyes, sneering, “Attacking me head-on like this, do you really think I’m a pushover?”
“No, we have given Princess Selicia ample attention.”
The maid’s gaze swept subtly over Selicia’s lower body, and a hint of an ambiguous smile suddenly appeared on her lips.
“Moreover, even though you clearly have the upper hand, Princess Selicia hasn’t made any aggressive moves. Doesn’t this just prove the correctness of the timing at this moment? After all—”
“Princess Selicia is also a woman. Any woman, after experiencing that kind of situation for the first time, especially in such intense circumstances, would inevitably have some impact on their physical strength… or other abilities.”
“You—”
Selicia was so angry that she was on the verge of losing her composure.
“Do you want me to tear apart that filthy, foul-smelling mouth of yours?”
“Hehe, as an assassin, I shouldn’t have so much to say. But…”
The maid suddenly restrained her smile, her gaze as cold as iron.
“Sometimes, even assassins need to buy time, don’t they?”
As soon as the words fell, a piercing buzz sounded.
Then the entire room began to tremble, as if experiencing an earthquake of magnitude eight.
Golden runes suddenly appeared on the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room, as if they were squeezing out from within the walls, constantly wriggling.
Holy golden light radiated from the runes, enveloping everyone.
“Hurry, I can’t hold on much longer.”
Despite being in a completely soundproof room, a weak voice came from outside.
“Don’t worry, it will be over soon.”
The maid suddenly raised her left hand.
In her hand was a container holding a crimson liquid.
【Prayer】
The world suddenly fell completely silent, with only the solemn recitation of the maid remaining.
A look of horror flashed in Selicia’s eyes, and the next moment, she angrily condensed countless ice thorns again towards the maid, only to be temporarily suppressed by those golden runes.
【With the blood of a hundred innocent children’s hearts, we offer this sacrifice to the God of Fusion, the Lord of Crimson Sun, and the Great King of Withering】
The maid crushed the container, and the blood from the hearts of a hundred children slowly flowed out, strangely unaffected by gravity, winding and curling like snakes.
【Request】
【Grant us】
【The power to suppress the might of wind and snow】
Click.
Click click.
Like the vortex of a black hole, it slowly emerged from the void.
An indescribable aura of terror emanated from the vortex, causing everyone to struggle for breath.
A withered palm suddenly extended from the vortex, its five fingers spread out, seemingly seeking something.
The maid respectfully offered up the fresh blood.
The palm returned with the blood.
A chilling, yet strangely satisfying sucking sound emanated from the vortex.
After a moment, the withered palm appeared once again.
This time, the palm was also burning with eerie red flames.
