Mo Li, fifteen years old, was once again facing perhaps the greatest or final test of her life.
In her previous life, she had been an adult, but after being reborn, she found herself in her loli phase, always pushing herself to the brink.
If it weren’t for the inappropriate setting, Mo Li would have loved to ask, “Do I have a grudge against you from a past life? Why do I keep running into you everywhere? Are you particularly fond of killing me??”
“Ha, what a coincidence,” Mo Li shook her head.
The alchemical potions were used up, and the hidden weapons were completely ineffective.
She was at her wit’s end, and it seemed there was only one path left to choose.
“I surrender.”
Mo Li decisively threw away the hand crossbow and curved blade in her hands, performing a standard military salute from a certain country in another world.
“Oh, are you surrendering just like that? Not going to resist a bit more~~?”
Princess Emilia was displeased with Mo Li’s actions.
They hadn’t even reached the torture phase, and she was just getting excited, so why surrender now?
She put away the phoenix fire and walked over with dissatisfaction, her voice no longer teasing but completely cold.
“Stay in that position, don’t move.”
“Understood, understood, rest assured, I won’t move. I’ve thrown away my weapons, how could I possibly be your opponent?”
Mo Li laughed, her face full of smiles.
When Emilia was only five steps away, Mo Li’s smile remained unchanged, but a sharp rapier shot out from her sleeve.
An ambush!
“All’s fair in war, Your Highness!”
At this distance, with Mo Li’s well-honed assassination skills, the opponent would have no time to react, and Mo Li was confident of success.
Of course, Mo Li didn’t intend to kill the princess.
After all, she was the only heir to the Papal State, backed by the power of an entire nation.
If she were killed, the Papal State would pursue her to the ends of the earth.
Mo Li wasn’t foolish enough to make such a deadly enemy, so knocking her out would suffice.
“Clang!”
Before the rapier could touch the opponent’s skin, a crisp and piercing sound suddenly rang out.
A golden shield formed by the divine phoenix’s flames burned Mo Li’s cheap rapier to ashes.
How could this be??
Releasing a blood curse takes time, and nerve reflexes also require time.
No matter how you look at it, less than a second isn’t enough, even if the opponent is a descendant of the golden-blooded divine phoenix, it’s impossible to release a blood curse instantly!
Mo Li quickly realized the problem.
She had been too naive.
As the princess of the Papal State and its only heir, how could the current pope not protect her?
Any protective amulets and treasures that could be used would surely be given to her.
When Mo Li launched the ambush on Emilia, she indeed didn’t react as Mo Li had anticipated.
However, the necklace she wore responded in time, raising a shield for her.
Mo Li was inwardly distressed.
With the ambush failing, there was no chance of victory!
So what if you’re rich, using protective amulets makes you so great!
As expected, Emilia snapped out of her brief daze, a sinister smile appearing on her beautiful face.
“The assassin is quite cunning, isn’t this the first time you’ve used this trick?”
Of course, an assassin without ambushes might as well save the rapier for the New Year!
Without the rapier, Mo Li drew a curved blade from her cloak, preparing for a final fight.
“I see, a spatial cloak.”
Emilia, with her vast knowledge, immediately saw through the secret of Mo Li’s cloak.
“Did the assassin steal this cloak from the fox tribe? Oh no, you don’t seem capable of that, probably got it from a merchant who bought it, right?”
“You’re saying I can only rely on stealing and robbing?”
Mo Li raised an eyebrow, outwardly chatting with the opponent while actually looking for an opportunity.
“What else? Someone as despicable and shameless as you surely has many innocent lives on your hands.”
Emilia’s voice was full of extreme disgust, yet her face was full of smiles.
Mo Li fell silent, that statement broke her defense.
Ha, haha…
that same tone, that same high-and-mighty moral superiority.
She recalled the ultimatum Emilia gave her in her previous life: “Someone as heinous as you surely has many innocent lives on your hands.”
Strikingly similar.
In her previous life, she couldn’t refute Emilia, but this life was different.
“Yes, I have lives on my hands, but Your Highness, I must say, no matter how dirty I am, I’m cleaner than you hypocritical nobles.”
Mo Li sneered.
“The lives in my hands are either nobles or their accomplices and lackeys. I don’t have a single innocent life here, but you have them by the thousands!”
“Well, after all, you have countless ties with the cultists. On the surface, you fight against them, but behind the scenes, you’re probably in cahoots with them,” Mo Li pointed at Emilia, mocking her with a smile.
“What utter nonsense.”
Emilia’s smile turned cold at the mention of cultists.
“You’re spouting lies. We have nothing to do with cultists, and honestly, I think cultists are better than a rat like you who can’t see the light of day.”
“Nonsense, is it? Well, you nobles are all in it together. That fig leaf is your last bit of dignity, so of course, you wouldn’t admit it.”
With no way to escape or negotiate, the only option was to fight.
Knowing that not attacking would put her at a disadvantage, Mo Li drew her scimitar and charged forward.
However, such a mundane weapon couldn’t even get close to the princess of the Papal State.
Golden flames inexplicably ignited from the tip of the blade, burning the entire weapon.
Mo Li had no choice but to abandon the sword, watching helplessly as her beloved weapon, which had accompanied her for years, turned to irretrievable ash.
This was the domineering power of the Divine Phoenix Golden Lotus Flame.
Stone, mundane iron, flesh, and even successfully cast blood curses would be completely ‘purified’ upon contact.
And this heaven-defying ability, which most people couldn’t match in a lifetime, was innate to the Divine Phoenix clan.
That’s why they say comparing people can lead to despair, and comparing goods can lead to discarding them.
Mo Li knew that against such a heaven-defying bloodline power, she had no chance of winning.
“The princess of the Papal State, in the end, is just relying on her bloodline power. Without this Phoenix Fire, you’re nothing,” Mo Li said arrogantly.
She knew well that Emilia was a strong and very proud person who hated it when others brought up her lineage.
This princess of the Papal State was eager to prove that her achievements had nothing to do with her birthright, so whenever her talents were questioned, she would irrationally try to prove herself.
Therefore, Mo Li figured that by saying this, the Phoenix Princess would be provoked into not using the Phoenix Fire against her and would instead use other methods.
And she was right.
