Chapter 21: Ignited, Then Extinguished
Reasonable and legitimate.
Surely Miss wouldn’t notice, right?
The little fox girl calculated.
Watching Lena’s thoughtful expression,
“Master?” Ling Ling tried the address.
She admitted there was an element of risk.
But she seemed to have won the bet…
“Hmm.” The gray-haired beauty hummed in acknowledgment.
“Master!” The little fox girl hugged Lena’s leg, her tail rubbing vigorously.
“Call me Miss, not Master.”
Lena smiled faintly, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.
She truly couldn’t refuse Ling Ling. As if repaying a debt from her past life, her tolerance for Ling Ling was boundless.
Any other unfamiliar maid would have been scolded harshly.
“It’s okay to call me that in private, but outside, you still have to call me Miss.”
Lena placed her hand on Ling Ling’s head, her voice soft.
“Don’t follow someone’s bad example, unwilling to even call me Master. Come on, say it a few times for her to hear, so she remembers.”
“You…! Pervert!”
Angel recognized the sarcasm, but under the constraints of the contract, she could only endure.
She knew her current situation was difficult. From Lena’s attitude, she had gleaned some useful information. Perhaps trying to build a good relationship with Ling Ling could help improve her situation…
Lena seemed to like this golden fox girl very much, not displaying the arrogant and condescending attitude typical of master-servant relationships in aristocratic circles.
This contradicted Lena’s reputation and made her seem more like a doting mother indulging her child’s whims.
Could she use this to her advantage?
There was a crucial prerequisite.
Ling Ling’s position in Lena’s heart had to be as solid as a rock, a shield behind which Angel could find refuge and respite.
Therefore—
Angel took Ling Ling’s hand and said intimately, “Master has asked me to spend two hours every evening tutoring you in music and dance, to build a solid foundation for your professional advancement. Given this relationship, you should call me teacher, shouldn’t you?”
“Then… Teacher Angel,” Ling Ling said sweetly, with the apprehension of a first-time student.
“Good girl~” Angel ruffled her soft golden hair. “Actually, you can just call me Sister Angel. I was just teasing you, don’t be so nervous.”
“Sister Angel is bad!”
After a few interactions, they unsurprisingly became close friends.
Being of similar age and both girls, Ling Ling was the only young fox girl in the vast mansion. Sometimes, she did feel lonely, making her all the more excited and happy about Angel’s arrival.
“Uncle Bob is the butler, he’s been working here for over twenty years. Aunt Mary is Uncle Bob’s wife, and she manages all the affairs of the mansion. She’s the cook and also the head maid, so all the maids, including Ling Ling, have to listen to Aunt Mary.”
Sunlight streamed into the hallway, casting circles of light on the bronze floor.
Ling Ling enthusiastically introduced the household staff while stealing glances at Lena’s expression.
Seeing that Lena didn’t appear annoyed or displeased, she relaxed.
But a familiar voice soon reached her ears:
“I don’t want to inquire about the duties of every maid. The skeletal guard at the door just said he caught a runaway rat. I’ll be back soon.”
With that, Lena turned and left, her gray hair fluttering, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.
“Huh?” Angel was taken aback.
“A rat?” Ling Ling’s face was also filled with confusion.
She swept her tail questioningly. “Are there… rats in the house?”
…
There were no rats.
But there was a lost Ratkin.
Seeing the exit right in front of him, Caramy didn’t dare move, like a camper who had encountered a bear, hoping for a miracle.
He gulped nervously, his adrenaline surging. “Why is there an undead creature in a place like this?!”
“Creak?”
The unsettling sound of bone scraping against bone echoed as a skeletal guard with glowing blue flames in its eye sockets approached Caramy step by step.
Wherever it passed, the ground decayed, and plants withered.
Caramy had a feeling that this skeleton’s strength was no less than rank three!
Who used a skeleton as a gatekeeper?!
And such a strong skeleton!!
Caramy wanted to cry.
He had been happily going to school, flirting and boasting, and then, as if by telepathy, the subject of his boasting had appeared, burning him alive.
Fortunately, he had a protective amulet given to him by a family elder, which had blocked most of the damage from the magic flames, preventing him from dying instantly.
But just as things were looking up, while he was still in shock, that famous idol had appeared out of nowhere, showering him with holy light…
Damn it!
Didn’t she know that holy magic and necromancy clashed?!
It was covered in the first lesson of magic theory!
No one asked for her help! Damn her meddling!
Now even the amulet couldn’t protect him. Caramy died on the spot, his death agonizing.
“I don’t know why I’ve come back to life, but I refuse to die at the hands of this undead creature! Absolutely not!”
Caramy’s life dream was to drown in the ample bosom of a gentle, stocking-clad older sister, not to die at the hands of a bony skeleton with no breasts or butt!
So, move!
He roared inwardly, like Xiao Huo Huo inheriting the power of a ring grandpa, exploding with power to defeat a stronger opponent.
Caramy’s fighting spirit ignited as he faced the most dangerous and difficult battle of his life.
As a second-rank Assassin, a special profession, he could meld into the shadows, concealing his presence, achieving surprise and killing with a single blow.
This was his advantage against stronger opponents.
And his reliance when navigating the circles of wealthy young ladies.
“Grrr~”
The skeletal guard charged towards him, spewing blue flames from its mouth, like a pre-programmed robot, its appearance somewhat comical.
But Caramy didn’t dare relax.
He knew that if his position was exposed, he would die.
After all, this was an undead creature of rank three or higher…
He wouldn’t dare touch it even if he had eight lives…
Gulp—
A terrifying aura brushed past his nose, his clothes catching fire, the familiar smell of burning flesh filling the air.
In that instant, Caramy’s mind went blank, shutting down.
And his last thought before shutting down was:
Damn it, so skeletons can use magic too…?
His spirit shattered.
“Dispel,” a talent skill unique to the Spellbreaker profession, possessed unparalleled destructive power and dominance over magic-using professions.
A counter-strategy within a counter-strategy, a profession specifically designed to kill mages.
And Kevin was the name of this skeleton.
Or rather, the name Lena had given him in his past life, when he still had a soul.
A Spellbreaker who had served the Falmouth family before his death, resurrected by the Necromancer Lena, becoming a soulless undead creature.
Caramy’s defeat wasn’t undeserved.
Because Assassins couldn’t defeat Spellbreakers, and neither could any magic-using profession. This was a universally acknowledged fact.
“Wake up, hey…”
Footsteps approached.
“Is he dead? I just resurrected him…”
Pacing, circling, she seemed to be pondering a solution.
Finally—
“Cough, cough… You’re crushing my lucky grass, grown in the Ghost Mist Forest and harvested by a sixth-rank master gardener, you… ugly, fat pig with no good meat on your bones.”
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