“Had enough of staring?”
In the bathroom, the girl looked at the uninvited, shameless intruder with a smile, her lips curling.
The girl was stunningly beautiful, her every expression captivating.
Her cherry-colored long hair was like the falling cherry blossoms of April, and her golden eyes were sharp enough to seem like they could draw out one’s soul.
A girl as dazzling as the bright moon in the sky, with a beauty that could topple nations, she was always the center of attention wherever she went.
However, Mo Li knew more about this girl than just her appearance.
Her breathtaking looks and the perfect princess image she displayed made her the object of admiration among the noble youths within the Papal State, the dream lover of every noble child.
Yet, her true nature was vastly different from what she showed.
Others might be deceived by her appearance, but Mo Li knew better.
Despite her royal etiquette and gentle demeanor towards everyone, she was actually a possessive sadist!
Her true nature was far from kind; she was proud and cold, cruel and violent towards her enemies, using extreme and vicious methods to mercilessly torture and kill those who opposed her.
Yes, torture and kill—she enjoyed the sound of her enemies’ screams and pleas for mercy.
Most importantly, this girl was a lesbian…
You heard right, a lesbian.
She didn’t like men; she liked women!
If Mo Li remembered correctly, her original partner should have been the princess of the Elven Kingdom, Aurora, at least in the previous life.
So, why did Mo Li know so much about this girl?
The reason was simple.
This girl was the Papal State princess, Emilia Aralind, who had personally driven Mo Li to a dead end and killed him in the previous life!
Even though she was still young and not fully developed, Mo Li would never forget that face.
On the surface, she was the glamorous Papal State princess, but in Mo Li’s heart, she was an absolute demon!
Sighing, Mo Li realized that no matter how much she tried to avoid Emilia, she couldn’t escape the tricks of fate.
In short, this was a game of twins.
Mo Li expressionlessly threw the ring on the ground and stomped on it several times, cursing as she did so, “You led me into a trap, you led me into a trap.”
“Do you think you’ve tricked me?
Do you think you’ve won?
I’m telling you, even if I die, you won’t have it easy!”
She seemed to have forgotten someone…
Beside her, the Papal State princess watched Mo Li’s bewildering actions with interest, her smile both charming and cruel.
It seemed like she had found a new target to relieve her stress…
In a second, or even less, how interesting and twisted would her expression be when burned by the Phoenix Flame~~?
Emilia’s smile grew more ruthless. Even though the princess wasn’t wearing a towel, her aura was overwhelming.
She wasn’t angry at being seen naked by a strange girl; instead, she was excited because, in her eyes, this assassin was already a dead woman.
Her long-suppressed sadistic desires made her extremely excited.
Seemingly aware of her impending doom, Mo Li stuffed the ring into her cloak and faced her lifelong enemy from past and present.
Honestly, whether in the past or now, Mo Li was terrified of her.
However, since she had already offended her, she had no more reservations.
She glanced at the art-like body faintly visible through the mist.
At this time, Emilia’s body hadn’t matured yet; she was still a little girl, but even as a loli, her figure was remarkable.
Having seen Emilia’s fully grown form, Mo Li knew how extraordinary she would become in the future.
At this moment, she recalled Emilia’s earlier question, “Had enough of staring?”
As an assassin, especially a cultured one, she would typically answer questions that didn’t involve secrets.
So, holding the thought that she had already offended her to death, she replied to Emilia without hesitation.
“Not enough, it’s beautiful, I’ll look again next time.”
Emilia raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with more amusement, as if she hadn’t expected this shameless assassin to dare speak to her like that.
“Well then, Princess, goodbye!”
With that, Mo Li threw the smoke bomb she had been holding in her hand.
The bathroom was suddenly shrouded in mist.
Damn it, damn it!
Mo Li thought as she retreated.
If Mo Li had known that the target convoy she was planning to rob included an Emilia, she would never have come.
Now, she could only curse herself for being an idiot, risking her life for a small profit—how foolish!
Did she really think epic weapons were that easy to obtain?
Falling for such a high-level trick, she was truly stupid!
Now that she had offended her, begging for mercy might not even leave her with a whole corpse.
But even so, she refused to be killed by the same person twice.
When it came to running away, Mo Li dared to claim second place, and no one would dare claim first!
With that thought, Mo Li took off running.
At that moment, the smoke cleared, and as she reached the hall, she tripped over something and fell flat on her face.
When she got up and looked ahead, she was met with a pair of playful and teasing eyes.
The princess had wrapped herself in a towel at some point, but it seemed she hadn’t had time to dry off, as droplets of water were still falling from her snow-white neck and pink thighs.
Damn, so you’re not letting me run, huh?
Fine, I won’t run.
Mo Li half-crouched and flung her cloak open, releasing countless small throwing knives that filled the air like a shower of petals.
This move was called “Flying Blades Like Locusts,” an assassin’s killing technique taught to Mo Li by an old drunkard.
Although the old drunkard always lamented that Mo Li never learned the essence of it, after so many years, even if it was just an imitation, she had gotten pretty good at it.
There were over a hundred blades launched, each made small to save costs, but all were coated with poison!
A single scratch would lead to paralysis, skin ulceration, and a severe drop in combat ability.
Mo Li was gambling.
She couldn’t defeat the adult Emilia from her previous life, but she was betting that she could at least hold her own against this younger version of Emilia, or at least escape unscathed.
Emilia’s lips curled into an excited smile, her eyes filled with a sadistic desire.
Well, Mo Li realized that this sadistic trait was something she had developed from a young age.
With a casual wave of her hand, the incoming knives spontaneously combusted, turning into irretrievable carbon dust before they even got close to her.
“Tch!”
Mo Li snapped her elbow, aiming a hand crossbow at Emilia, firing as she shouted angrily.
“Damn it, do you even know what you’ve done?
Do you have any idea how much it cost to custom-make those knives?”
The crossbow bolt flew with a spiral of air towards Emilia.
“Crack, crack…”
However, the rapidly accelerating bolt was effortlessly caught between Emilia’s two slender, delicate fingers, and in the next moment, it was reduced to ashes by golden phoenix fire.
“The assassin is so weak, at least put in some effort.
If you don’t try harder, I’m going to fall asleep,” Emilia taunted Mo Li with a feigned innocent expression on her perfect childlike face, blowing away the remaining ashes from her hand.
