Phoenix Fire, officially known as the Divine Phoenix Golden Lotus Flame, is the most destructive and persistent fire in the world.
It will burn anything that accidentally touches it into irretrievable waste, and in excess, not even ashes will remain.
Having grown up playing with Phoenix Fire, Emilia was well aware of its power.
You could say that from the past to now, she had never encountered an enemy that a single Phoenix Fire couldn’t handle.
“…Interesting.”
Emilia squinted her beautiful eyes.
Just as the dragon scales formed, she sensed a presence from Mo Li that made her extremely excited, as if it could complement her own.
She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination, as the sensation was very brief.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
Emilia flicked her long hair and elegantly cornered Mo Li, her delicate bare foot slightly raised, her smooth, jade-like toes lifting Mo Li’s chin.
Is there anyone who asks for someone’s name with their foot next to their face??
Mo Li didn’t dare show her dissatisfaction.
As the saying goes, when under someone else’s roof, you have to bow your head.
Just as she was about to make up a name to get by, the Phoenix Princess spoke, her cute face full of mischief.
“Mr. Assassin, how much do you know about psychology~?”
“I don’t know.”
Mo Li didn’t understand how the conversation shifted so drastically, from asking her name to discussing psychology.
“When people lie, their heart rate increases, and their eyes avoid contact.”
Emilia mysteriously shook her finger, her smile growing wider.
“Even those who lie as a habit will show tiny flaws.”
Mo Li swallowed nervously, understanding her implication.
She was warning him that casually making up a name wouldn’t work on her, advising her to drop such petty tricks.
“…Mo Li.”
“Mo, Li?”
Emilia repeated with a rhythmic tone.
“What about your surname?”
“I don’t have one.”
Mo Li turned her head away.
Surnames are for nobles or bloodline families, and someone like her, who doesn’t even know who her father is, couldn’t possibly have one.
“Could you move your foot first?”
“Oh? You don’t like this?”
Emilia feigned confusion, tilting her head.
Who would like having someone press their foot against their chin while questioning them??
Mo Li felt indignant.
This Phoenix Princess might be a sadist, but she wasn’t a masochist.
She had no inclination for such things, though perhaps in the Holy Empire, many noble youths would line up to play such games with her.
After all, to some with peculiar tastes, being stepped on by the princess is an ultimate reward, but Mo Li was clearly not among them.
At this moment, Mo Li just wanted to swat her foot away and give her a slide tackle…
of course, that was just a thought.
How insulting is this??…
Though the foot didn’t smell bad, it had a faint fragrance, like soap.
Then, with a gentle flick of her delicate foot, Mo Li’s cloak was lifted.
“?!”
“Oh, I see, so this is what you look like.”
Emilia propped her chin, examining the girl’s face, seemingly trying to memorize her appearance.
Honestly, this assassin was much younger than she had imagined.
“You have a pretty decent face.”
Emilia teased with a smile.
“But why would you choose to be an assassin?”
At that moment, perhaps due to the intense battle earlier, the string of the pendant around the princess’s neck burned off, and the pendant fell, rolling to Mo Li’s side.
As it touched Mo Li, the pendant suddenly emitted a brilliant light.
What is this thing??
Mo Li covered her eyes.
“…Interesting.”
Only when the light from the pendant completely faded did Emilia’s expression gradually calm from shock, her gaze at Mo Li carrying a few meanings she couldn’t understand.
“Ms. Mo Li, let me ask you, why did you come to assassinate me?”
“…Who wants to assassinate you?”
Mo Li rolled her eyes.
If she knew this jinx was here, she wouldn’t have come at all.
“Then how did you end up in my bathroom?”
“…If I said I was just passing by, would you believe me?”
Mo Li knew her explanation was hardly credible, so she added, “Assassinating the princess of the Holy Empire, besides being hunted down by the Holy Empire, what could I gain? Even a fool wouldn’t want to do such a thing.”
“You seem to know a lot about me. How did you know I was the princess of the Holy Empire?”
Nonsense, if I couldn’t recognize you, I would have died in vain in my past life.
Of course, Mo Li couldn’t tell Emilia that she was a reincarnator.
“Just a guess. The convoy ahead was a noble convoy from the Holy Empire, right? Who else but the royal family could decorate a convoy like a castle?”
Mo Li pouted.
“Are you here to rob the convoy? Why do that?”
“…What does that have to do with you?”
Mo Li was uncooperative, even when cornered by her, knowing that one wrong word could turn her into roasted dragon meat, she had no intention of complying.
In fact, she couldn’t really explain this kind of thing.
She couldn’t just tell her that her motivation came from a ring, could she?
Seeing this, Emilia wasn’t annoyed.
She moved aside and sat leisurely on the silk sofa behind her, elegantly holding up a wine glass.
Despite her petite figure and young age, this princess had no sense of incongruity doing these things, exuding a queenly aura and demeanor.
“Drinking at such a young age, you’re really something,” Mo Li muttered under her breath.
“Ms. Mo Li, do you know that no outsider has ever seen my body since I was a child, not even the maids who serve me closely,” Emilia said, swirling her wine glass.
“…How was I supposed to know there was a bathroom in the carriage…” Mo Li’s voice was clearly lacking confidence.
Recalling the embarrassing scene earlier, she couldn’t help but avert her gaze.
“Do you know why I haven’t killed you yet?”
Hearing this, Mo Li’s eyes showed a hint of confusion because she detected from Emilia’s tone that she didn’t really want to kill her.
It shouldn’t be like this.
Logically, she should have completely offended this sadistic princess.
Not only did she not torture her to death, but her tone even suggested she might let her go?
She felt like she was dreaming, thinking she was doomed.
“I don’t know.”
“Just now, a scent I really like came from you,” Emilia licked her lips, as if she was eager to taste that scent.
“…And then?”
“I smelled a scent of ‘hiding many secrets’ on you.”
“Same goes for you, Princess. Don’t you have secrets? In other words, who in this world doesn’t have their own secrets?”
Mo Li tried to dodge the question.
“No, you’re different,” Emilia elegantly sipped her wine.
“The secrets you hide, both in quantity and quality, far surpass those of ordinary people.”
“…What exactly does the princess want to say?”
Mo Li became wary.
“Ms. Mo Li, would you satisfy this princess’s curiosity?”
