chapter 18
Chapter 18: Thoughts from Different Angles
“Damn, gods fighting, mortals suffering?”
Mu En was currently huddled in the corner, appearing humble, small, helpless, and pitiful.
He lowered his head to look at the cutting mark only a few centimeters away from him and couldn’t help but shiver violently.
No, he couldn’t stay here; otherwise, he wouldn’t even know how he died.
Taking advantage of the fierce battle between the two, Mu En leaned against the wall and slowly moved toward the door.
Fortunately, the target of the maid assassin was not him, and she didn’t have time to deal with this weakling.
Thus, Mu En quickly made it to the door; he just needed to open it, and he could easily escape.
“Eh?”
Mu En turned the doorknob with all his might, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Eh eh eh?”
Mu En’s face suddenly turned extremely pale.
Sure enough, that maid assassin had been prepared.
No wonder she dared to assassinate the third princess of the empire in the heavily guarded duke’s residence!
“But how strange, this part wasn’t even in the original book!”
Mu En painfully covered his head, crouching down again as his mind raced.
But no matter how he tried to recall his memories, he could only come to one clear conclusion—
—The original book definitely did not have this part!
“Why did a sudden assassin appear? What went wrong?”
“This is the duke’s residence! How could an assassin invade so easily without triggering any alarms?”
“Could it be that…”
Recalling the assassin’s words from earlier, Mu En suddenly had a thought that made him feel uneasy.
“Is it because of the order I gave that allowed these assassins to find an opportunity?”
In the original book, the sick maid, Noel, had not been given a chance to rest.
The original host had not ordered new hires from outside to ensure the banquet went smoothly!
But in the current timeline, everything had changed because of Mu En’s small act of kindness.
The head maid had summoned people from outside overnight, becoming the only flaw in the otherwise tight security of the duke’s residence today!
“But this is too absurd; finding people was done overnight last night!”
It was believed that the head maid understood the issues of safety and trust, executing the order immediately upon receiving it!
All to prevent any ill-intentioned outsiders from having time to react.
Yet even so, among the people she summoned, an assassin still managed to infiltrate.
“Is someone really watching the Duke’s residence twenty-four hours a day?”
Mu En racked his brain, but could only come up with this conclusion, which he believed to be the most likely.
However, any speculation was of no help to his current predicament!
He still stood on the edge of death, all because of his own actions!
“For now, all I can do is wait and quietly pray that Celicia can defeat the assassin. A weakling like me can do nothing.”
“Wait? For me, Celicia winning… is that the good ending?”
“The assassin’s target is clearly only Celicia!”
Mu En’s eyes suddenly widened, as in this desperate situation, he unexpectedly thought of a glimmer of hope.
That’s right.
As long as Celicia dies here, those things that happened between her and him…
Wouldn’t no one know about them?
…
As Mu En fell into his own turmoil, the battle in the arena suddenly changed.
The maid once again displayed the speed she had at the beginning, transforming into a fleeting shadow, evading the ice thorns that Celicia had conjured, sharp as countless blades.
The ice thorns covered every point where the maid could land; even if she dodged the first attack, she would have nowhere to escape, like prey caught in a trap full of spikes.
But when she reappeared, it was as if she had lost all weight, gracefully descending from the air, her toes barely touching the ice thorns that would pierce her with just a little force, standing alone, elegant as a dancer on the tip of a blade.
“A certain footwork that can burst forth briefly, and… gravity magic.”
Celicia’s gaze deepened; the more she saw through the maid’s methods, the heavier her heart became.
“No signs of magic being activated; is it attached to some kind of artifact?”
“Truly worthy of Princess Celicia.”
A strange purple light flickered in the maid’s right eye.
“You saw through my technique in an instant.”
“Perhaps you all underestimated me.”
Celicia narrowed her eyes and sneered:
“Do you really think I’m an easy target, attacking me head-on like this?”
“No, we have given Princess Celicia enough respect.”
The maid’s gaze subtly swept over Celicia’s lower body, and a sudden, ambiguous smile appeared at the corner of her mouth:
“And clearly having a certain advantage, yet Princess Celicia hasn’t taken the initiative to attack. Doesn’t that just prove the correctness of the timing at this moment?
After all—
Princess Celicia is also a woman. As long as she is a woman, experiencing that kind of thing for the first time, especially in such an intense situation, it will always affect her stamina… or other abilities.”
“YOU—”
Celia was so angry for the first time that she was somewhat losing her composure:
“Are you trying to make me tear apart that filthy, stinking mouth of yours?”
“Heh, as an assassin, I shouldn’t be saying so much.
But…”
The maid suddenly retracted her smile, her gaze as cold as iron.
“Sometimes, an assassin needs to buy time, don’t they?”
As her words fell, a sharp buzzing sound immediately rang out.
Then the entire room began to tremble, as if experiencing an earthquake of magnitude eight.
Golden runes suddenly appeared on the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room, as if they were being squeezed out from within the walls, writhing incessantly.
Holy golden light burst forth from the runes, enveloping everyone.
“Hurry, I can’t hold on much longer.”
Although it was a completely soundproof room, a weak voice came from outside.
“Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.”
The maid suddenly raised her left hand.
In her hand was a container, holding a bright red liquid.
【Prayer】
The world suddenly fell completely silent, leaving only the maid’s solemn recitation.
A flash of horror crossed Celia’s eyes, and the next moment, her anger condensed into countless icy thorns that once again pounced toward the maid, but were temporarily suppressed by those golden runes.
【With the blood from the hearts of one hundred innocent children, I present this offering to the God of the Melting World, the Lord of the Crimson Sun, the Great King of Withering】
The maid crushed the container, and the blood from the hearts of one hundred children flowed slowly, curiously unaffected by gravity, winding and coiling like a snake.
【Request】
【Grant us】
【The power to suppress the might of wind and snow】
Crack.
Crack crack.
A vortex resembling a black hole slowly emerged from the void.
An indescribable aura of terror seeped out from the vortex, making it hard for everyone to breathe.
A withered hand suddenly reached out from the vortex, fingers splayed open, as if seeking something.
The maid respectfully offered the blood.
The palm returned, stained with blood.
Accompanied by a pleasurable yet eerie sucking sound, it resonated from the vortex.
Moments later, the withered palm reappeared.
This time, it was still engulfed in an eerie red flame.