"…you really are ruthless."
Snow Dream's eyes widened slightly in shock. A faint red line traced across her chest where her heart had been run through. Blood slowly welled up and trickled down.
"City lord's wife… holy shit, that was brutal! One shot kill!"
"That dagger work—I couldn't even follow it. That's next-level speed!"
The onlookers gaped. To them, this mysterious woman seemed practically invincible. And yet she hadn't even gotten off a proper spell before being cut down.
Blank's style was pure textbook: how a true assassin destroyed mages.
"Glad you noticed."
Blank didn't spare her fallen opponent so much as a glance. She simply turned, voice cold as ice, and strode back toward Orson.
"I killed her. You're not going to be upset, are you?"
But Orson simply shook his head, face grim.
"Look again."
Blank stiffened. Slowly she turned—and her expression changed.
The white flames around Snow Dream vanished, her features shifted, and her body crumbled into dust.
