As soon as she spoke, a terrifying pressure filled the room, and Asher felt the presence of multiple assassins hidden in the shadows.
A trap, huh?
Good.
He cracked his knuckles, his crimson aura flaring to life.
"Then let’s see if your trap is enough to hold me."
Asher formed his scythe as the assassins surrounded him, but suddenly…
"Ara ara~~"
A melodious voice rang out, laced with a pressure so intense that Asher’s legs buckled beneath him, forcing him onto his knees. The force didn’t just affect him—it sent shockwaves through the entire room, causing the other assassins, including Evelyn, to falter.
"Huh, you only kneeled you are good as they say"
The voice belonged to a woman.
As Asher lifted his head, he was met with the sight of an absurdly beautiful woman gazing down at him with an amused expression. She was unlike any other assassin present. Draped in a form-fitting black robe with crimson embroidery, her aura exuded overwhelming authority. Her golden eyes gleamed with intelligence, and her long silver hair cascaded over her shoulders like flowing silk.
Asher clicked his tongue. He had fought powerful people above his ranks but none of the, were so powerful to force him to kneel, yet here he was, forced to his knees by a mere presence.
’Tch… Just what kind of absurdity have I gotten myself into?’
For a brief moment, as he observed her refined yet dangerous demeanor, a stray thought crossed his mind—
’Fuck… Am I into milfs?’
Annoyed with himself, he shook the thought away and focused. Now wasn’t the time to get distracted.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice calm despite the pressure weighing on him.
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"Me? Oh, darling, I’m just someone who finds you… interesting."
Asher’s grip on his scythe tightened.
"Don’t get alarmed, love," she said, holding Asher’s chin as she gazed into his crimson eyes.
"Ahh~ your eyes… they’re like beautiful gems. I can almost feel myself craving them, plucking them out, and displaying them as decorations in my room," she mused with a teasing smile.
Asher tried to move, but his whole body was paralyzed.
’Damn it… What kind of ability is this?’ he thought, gritting his teeth.
"Anyways, I got a little… sidetracked on my way here," she continued. "Mind telling me why there was killing intent just now?"
"They tried to kill me," Asher said flatly, his eyes never leaving hers.
She nodded as if that answer was completely reasonable. Her long silver hair swayed as she turned her head slightly. With a lazy glance, she took in the entire room—her mere presence commanding absolute authority. Even Evelyn, who had been orchestrating everything from the shadows, was frozen in place, unable to even breathe properly under Melina’s presence.
Melina then smiled as everyone except Asher bursted into blood shower, she killed them all with her mere gaze.
"Damm, I think the saying ’Looks can kill, came from you’," Asher muttered, his voice laced with cold amusement.
This made the woman chuckle.
"Melina. That’s my name," she finally introduced herself, a smirk playing on her lips. "And I don’t need to ask questions when I can simply take the answers from those in front of me."
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With a flick of her wrist, a glass appeared in her hand, filled with crimson liquid. She swirled it gently before taking a sip, humming in satisfaction.
"Check this out: the taste is sweet, bold, and carries a hint of bitterness… much like life itself," she mused.
Asher watched her, tilting his head slightly.
"Oops, I forgot you’re still paralyzed," she chuckled.
With a snap of her fingers, the pressure on his body lifted. Asher rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck, feeling control return to his limbs.
"I’ve come here to get you, by the way," Melina said casually.
Asher narrowed his eyes.
"And who exactly are you?"
She smirked, leaning in closer.
"I’m from the Guild. Melina, the Huntress, is my title. Your dear friend Selena came to find us, and that put your name on my radar," she revealed.
Asher’s eyes flickered.
"So, you’re from the Guild… Then why are you here?"
Melina grinned, baring her fangs.
"Dead men don’t need to know," she purred. "But thank you for the meal—your fight was a feast for the senses."
Asher frowned.
’Am I in trouble?’ he wondered.
Melina giggled, then asked, "So, what will you do now?"
"You joined a terrorist organization despite being part of the Guild. That’s treason, no?" she asked, her piercing gaze locked onto Asher.
Asher sat calmly in front of her, completely unfazed.
"Who do you think leaked the information about this base?" he asked back, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Melina raised an eyebrow before chuckling. "Ah… so you were the source of their downfall?" she mused, swirling her drink. "You are quite the interesting one."
She leaned in slightly, her eyes glowing with intrigue. "But you are odd," she remarked.
"Let’s leave now," she said abruptly, standing up as Asher nodded.
She led the way, and Asher followed after her. The entire underground base was painted red with blood and gore, the scent of death heavy in the air.
"You sure enjoy causing explosions," Asher remarked, stepping over a dismembered corpse.
Melina chuckled, glancing back at him. "You should be careful with your words, or you might end up decorating some wall in red too," she teased.
Asher shrugged. "At this point, it feels like I’m in some kind of fate I can’t escape. But I’m not like you, you know."
Melina smirked. "We’ll see about that," she said as they reached the entrance of the base.
Coming out, Asher was greeted by many Guild members. Around them, the remnants of the Red Fate base smoldered, and among the waiting crowd stood a revered individual—one of the Guild’s high-ranking officials.
A cute-looking receptionist, who exuded an air of authority far beyond her appearance, stood at the center. Asher narrowed his eyes. Is she the one that made this monster bow to her? He found it hard to believe, yet here was Melina bowing respectfully.
"Guildmaster," Melina greeted with a slight nod.