Chapter 22: Who Do You Really Want to Kill?
He finally understood.
Caramy vaguely felt his body lifted into the air. He forced his eyes open, his limbs intact, his mind not fried by the Spellbreaker. “…Uh?”
“We meet again, Young Master Caramy.” Lena bent down to help him up, their hands clasping. “The first time was the price for your arrogant offense. Today, you trespassed on my property again. What is your purpose?”
Lena was always better at playing the victim.
Caramy was speechless, unable to retort.
He stammered, “Ah… you… I…”
“Hehehe, don’t you recognize me? I thought death would teach people a lesson, but it seems innate stupidity triumphs over death. But Young Master Caramy, with your noble status, it’s natural for you to forget insignificant people like me.”
Lena had already obtained Caramy’s complete personal information from Angel.
Caramy Godfrey, from a family of assassins secretly cultivated by the empire, all members possessing the rare Assassin profession, elusive and ghostly.
She hadn’t expected another big fish to take the bait within just a few days of her rebirth, and one completely outside her plans. An unexpected windfall.
“Lena Falmouth!” Caramy finally shouted Lena’s full name, taking several steps back.
Lena covered her mouth, laughing. “You finally remember…”
“Bulldozer!” Caramy pointed a trembling finger at Lena. “You roasted me alive! I want to know what your intention was!”
“Tsk, how rude of you.”
Lena gave a signal, and the Spellbreaker, Kevin, immediately stepped forward, blue flames dancing in its mouth, dripping from its jawbone onto the ground.
Sizzle—
The corrosive nature of necromantic magic, combined with the Spellbreaker’s unique magic, instantly drained the life from the grass beneath their feet.
Grayish-white.
The vibrant green transformed into a desolate gray.
Grey Robe’s cloak billowed without wind, her terrifying yet beautiful figure imprinted in Caramy’s mind as a final, dramatic scene before fading into darkness…
Caramy died again.
Dying without understanding, without knowing what he had done wrong.
Casting Resurrection again, Lena was noticeably more proficient. She treated Caramy like a lab rat, throwing various necromantic spells at him, regardless of whether he could withstand them.
He wouldn’t die anyway, and even if he did, she could revive him.
With the demonic power supporting her, Lena was unrestrained by any limitations or conditions. Resurrection became her tool for casually trampling on life.
“Enough… kill me! If you have the guts, finish me off!”
Resurrected for the thirty-second time, Caramy’s eyes were bloodshot, pain driving him to madness, desperately seeking release from the cycle of life and death.
His hatred turned into murderous intent, then into fear, his pleas for mercy eventually replaced by a numb expression, his spirit broken.
He never imagined Lena would actually dare to touch him, a favored young master of his family…
“I don’t like repeating myself. I hope you can learn something.”
Lena flicked her finger, and Caramy died once more from cardiac arrest.
Under the expanse of her gray domain, even the sun couldn’t penetrate, creating the perfect environment for necromancy.
His twisted spine was forcibly straightened. Caramy opened his eyes, on the verge of collapse. “Let me go… Spare me, I’ll offer you anything you want…”
“Oh, where is your noble pride now?” Lena sneered, instructing Kevin to increase the intensity of the mental assault. “The capital you possess is nothing but something I can easily obtain. Killing you won’t change the outcome.”
“Then what do you want…? Gah…”
Caramy completely surrendered. Lena was invincible to him now; his previous thoughts were too naive.
In the face of absolute power, all schemes and tricks were futile.
Especially with a Spellbreaker skeleton watching him like a hawk.
“Take it, take everything… Spare me, and the Godfrey family will be at the Falmouth family’s disposal…”
“Serving the Falmouths, hmm, that sounds interesting.”
Lena received the answer she wanted and nodded in satisfaction.
“But time is of the essence, I’m afraid I can’t wait.”
“Of course, there’s also interest! I can help you assassinate!” Caramy desperately clung to this lifeline. To survive, he had to utilize every available resource, including his status as the second son of the Godfrey family. “I can mobilize the Assassins in my family below rank four! Silently eliminate anyone who hinders the Falmouth family! Without a trace!!”
“I must admit, this is a very attractive proposition.” Lena’s eyes narrowed with interest. “So, you can assassinate anyone?”
“Absolutely! The Assassin clan was born for assassination!” Caramy nodded eagerly, as if afraid of angering the smiling gray-haired beauty before him.
“I’m asking, no matter how important the person’s identity is, no matter how great the impact of their death, there’s no problem?” Lena asked slowly, her voice light and airy.
Her smile was breathtakingly beautiful.
But Caramy, the playboy, was terrified to the core. “Who… who… who do you really want to kill?”
“Didn’t you just say it? Eliminate anyone who hinders the Falmouth family.”
“…”
Caramy’s eyes widened.
Suddenly, it seemed he understood…
…
Recruiting was truly exhausting.
In her past life, she had been used to working alone. If someone annoyed her, she would send a squad of sixth-rank skeletal soldiers to their house and slaughter them, taking revenge on the spot, never leaving it for tomorrow, never needing to think twice.
Subduing the Assassin clan in this life was far more tiring than a battle.
Her brain cells were severely depleted, in dire need of replenishment from a soft, fragrant beauty. Hmm, Angel…
In the open magic theory class, Lena rested her chin on her hand, listening half-heartedly, drowsiness creeping in.
A beautiful, specially appointed professor stood at the podium, her figure graceful, speaking eloquently:
“Constructing spells to achieve magic, using magic power to drive spells. The formation of spells, guided by the caster, manifests different effects, be it healing or destruction, turning defeat into victory, bringing the critically ill back from the brink of death… Magic encompasses almost all power systems in this world… This student? Would someone please wake her up…”
Lena vaguely heard someone calling in her direction.
She didn’t open her eyes.
She simply raised her hand above her head, signaling to the professor that she was listening.
Of course, such a perfunctory attitude wouldn’t be accepted. The beautiful professor walked closer, her high heels clicking, and leaned down. “Student, if you’re truly tired, please stand up. This lesson is very important, and the knowledge points will be on the test.”
“…”
Lena ignored her completely.
She lay face down on the desk, giving the supposedly gentle professor no face whatsoever.
This made the professor feel embarrassed, unsure of what to do.
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