Through the reflection on the teacup, Neirin saw the dagger that the assassin was long sink deeper in her skin. Neirin felt the sting on her skin and her eyes tear up but under the hand of the assassin, she was smiling.
The blood stained her dress.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Neirin can hear her heart beating like a drum as second passed. Her mind was asking her what she should do now.
Perhaps, she had gone insane.
The fear was still there. Her thoughts of dying were still there hence, this should not be her reaction. But there was an emotion of excitement sinking inside of her that she cannot contain. The thought of killing this person excites her down to her bones as she had gone imagining how should she decapitate him.
"Do not move and answer my question!" The assassin said almost whispering close to her ears. "The court of miracles! The criminal organization under this empire, my masters told me to ask this to you, How are you related to them?"
