Ivita had no intention of meddling in matters haphazardly. However, the assassin who was after Lady Alice held two daggers in his hands. While he was sprinting, he assumed the pose of bowing with his fists together.
"To the Demon King of murder, I confess, I believe that slaying every single one of my targets, and extending the scope of my targets as much as possible, is my mission."
"I am savoring the thrill that murder brings. Murder is the utmost joy!"
The assassin shut his eyes. When he reopened them, they were veiled with a dreadful scarlet hue.
Simultaneously, the two daggers in his hand overlapped, transforming into a single one. One became the substance, and the other its shadow, inseparable like a figure and its silhouette.
A shadowy spear shot out from the dagger, aiming perfectly to pierce the handmaid's arm, Lady Alice's heart, and Ivita's stomach all at once.
Ivita sighed, for he knew, if the tree wishes to lie still, the wind will not cease.
