novelbin Chapter 81 : Got It Wrong
Chapter 81 : Got It Wrong
Chapter 81: Got It Wrong
What the hell kind of development was this?!
An SM scene?
Do villains these days all play this wildly?
Lilia felt like her eyes had been contaminated.
She subconsciously turned her head, wanting to see what kind of reaction Hera had behind her.
As a result, the moment she turned around—
There was nothing behind her.
Only a faint trace of cold fragrance lingering in the air proved that she had been there.
“Playing me, huh…”
Lilia’s mouth twitched.
This boss really did whatever she pleased.
Come when she wanted, leave when she wanted, completely disregarding her employee’s psychological tolerance.
Forget it.
Better rely on herself than on others.
Since she had found the main target, things would be easy.
Lilia took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the short blade in her hand.
Her gaze gradually turned cold.
These two were having too much fun, their vigilance reduced to the lowest point.
It was the perfect opportunity to strike.
“Three hours?”
Lilia sneered inwardly.
“Ten minutes is enough.”
She gently pushed open the crack of the door.
Her figure slipped in silently like a bolt of black lightning.
Completely unaware—
That death had already stood behind him.
Lilia raised her hand.
The blade flashed with a cold gleam under the light.
At that moment—
The young demon kneeling on the ground suddenly raised her head, and the pupils in those once fanatical eyes shrank violently.
That was the gaze of someone who had seen something extremely terrifying.
She opened her mouth, trying to scream.
But Lilia was faster.
“Good night.”
She whispered softly in her mind.
Her hand rose, the blade fell.
That obese body was like a puppet with its strings cut; its eyes rolled back, and it collapsed limply onto the ground.
The room instantly fell silent.
The young demon stared blankly at the suddenly appeared Lilia.
At this girl with strange maid attire, silver hair and red eyes, as beautiful as an angel, casually spinning a blade in her hand.
“Shh.”
Lilia raised a finger and placed it against her lips.
Mimicking Hera’s earlier gesture.
Only this time, in her other hand, the short blade was pressed against the young demon’s throat.
“Make a sound, and you’ll be put to sleep too.”
“Understand?”
The blade was ice-cold.
Firmly pressed against the pale young person’s Carotid Artery.
With just the slightest flick of Lilia’s wrist, that neck—thin as a reed—would snap into two.
The room was eerily quiet.
Only the unlucky fat corpse still twitched faintly, the air filled with a heavy stench of blood mixed with that nauseating cheap perfume.
Lilia felt that this entire operation of hers was simply perfect.
Infiltration, assassination, control of the situation.
All done in one smooth motion.
Textbook-level execution.
She tried her best to make her expression look cold and ruthless, like those top-tier assassins in movies, glancing down at the person kneeling on the ground from the corner of her eye.
“Listen.”
Lilia lowered her voice, deliberately making it sound hoarse and dangerous.
“I ask, you answer.”
“Say one extra word of nonsense, and I’ll cut off one of your fingers.”
“Where’s the ledger? Where are the private troops hidden? And…”
She glanced at the dead fat man on the ground.
“What’s that ‘batch of goods’ he mentioned just now?”
In Lilia’s expectation, this pitiful creature who had just endured perverse torture and witnessed her “master” being killed should already be scared out of her wits.
She should be trembling, snot and tears flowing, spilling all secrets like beans from a bamboo tube.
However—
The expected begging for mercy did not appear.
The young person didn’t even have disordered breathing.
She slowly raised her head.
On that face that should have been filled with fear, there now hung an extremely strange expression.
The corners of her mouth curled upward.
Stretching into an exaggerated arc.
Revealing a mouthful of pale white teeth.
There was no fear in those eyes at all—only annoyance at having her enjoyment interrupted, and… a certain excitement at seeing a new toy.
“Tsk.”
She clicked her tongue.
The sound wasn’t loud.
But in the deathly silent room, it was especially piercing.
“What a buzzkill.”
Lilia frowned.
What kind of problem was this?
What did that mean?
Late-stage Stockholm Syndrome?
Her master was dead, and not only was she not sad, she was even acting all sarcastic?
“Cut the crap!”
Lilia exerted force with her wrist, the blade slicing open a layer of skin on her neck, a bead of blood rolling down.
“Speak honestly! Otherwise, I’ll let you taste the blade too!”
This was originally a very intimidating threat.
But when the young person heard it, her pupils suddenly dilated.
She actually pushed her neck forward toward the blade on her own.
“Really?”
“You want to play too? You like this kind of tone as well?”
“I knew it… I knew that dead fatso was boring as hell! Weak, no tricks, and even the screams had no flavor!”
“Look, the moment you came, you killed him.”
“Too great… absolutely too great!”
As she spoke, the young person began laughing neurotically, her shoulders shaking violently.
“You were sent by Her Majesty Hera, weren’t you? This kind of chilling killing intent… ah, only that woman’s side could produce such top-quality goods!”
Lilia’s heart skipped a beat.
A chill shot straight from her tailbone to the top of her head.
Something was wrong.
This script was wrong.
This was definitely not some abused pitiful slave.
Lilia’s gaze quickly swept across the room.
That dead fat man—although full of flesh and holding a whip—wore coarse clothing, and his finger joints were thick and covered in calluses, clearly the hands of someone who did manual labor for years.
And this “victim” kneeling on the ground—
Although covered in blood—
Her skin was pale and delicate, without a single trace of labor.
Most importantly—
Those eyes.
Those were the eyes only a madman who had long stood in a high position and treated lives as worthless would have.
“Oh my, you figured it out?”
The young person seemed to see through Lilia’s thoughts.
She tilted her head, the smile on her face becoming increasingly twisted.
“Let me introduce myself.”
“I am Batori.”
“The master of this mining area.”
“And… your nightmare tonight.”
Boom—!
The string in Lilia’s mind nearly snapped.
Got it wrong!
All of it was completely wrong!
Preconceived notions really killed people!
What kind of messed-up hobby was this?!
“So…”
The smile at the corner of Batori’s mouth instantly disappeared, replaced by ferocious killing intent.
“Since you broke my toy—”
“Then you’ll compensate with yourself!”
Almost at the same time—
Lilia’s Absolute Senses caught the extremely subtle flow in the air.
That was the sound of elements being forcibly compressed.
Within less than half a meter between the two of them—
Right at Batori’s chest—
A pitch-black sphere of energy was rapidly expanding.