The assassin's instincts flared.
Without hesitation, his figure blurred—a streak of darkness cutting across the dimly lit office.
SCHLK.
A clean, precise slash.
Aveline's demonic head was severed in an instant.
But he wasn't finished.
Before the decapitated body could even collapse, his second blade struck forward, piercing deep into the chest cavity.
CRACK.
He twisted the blade sharply, ensuring the demonic core was utterly shattered.
A gruesome silence followed.
Dark red and thick black blood seeped across the floor, the grotesque fusion of human and demon pooling beneath the lifeless body.
The assassin stood over the corpse, his voice barely above a whisper—
"For the Kingdom."
His expression remained unreadable as he watched the final traces of life fade from what was once Duchess Aveline Voreaux.
Yet, something lingered in his mind.
'How… is this possible?'
