“Ugh…”
The girl who woke up from a coma slowly opened her eyes.
Recalling everything that happened when she accepted the commission to go to the Duke’s Mansion to assassinate a female Noble, she hastily looked down to check her body.
Her Assassin gear had been stripped completely clean, leaving only two pieces of Clothes to cover her shame.
Furthermore, these two pieces of Clothes were clearly not hers; setting aside the silk triangular item on her lower body, she had only used cloth strips to wrap her upper body for convenience during the infiltration.
Thinking of this, she knew that the female Vampire named Mary must have stripped her bare while she was unconscious.
A feeling of shame and resentment made her cheeks burn slightly.
But at the thought of the other party’s true identity and strength, she abandoned the idea of revenge.
Although the surroundings were cold, she could feel that her body temperature was normal.
Her neck was constricted by something heavy and cold, and rough ropes tightly bound her two arms together from her elbows to her wrists.
At the level of her collarbones and below her chest, two sets of ropes firmly restricted her upper arms to the sides of her torso. The rope loops around her armpits and those passing under her chest were further reinforced with thin cords.
Naturally, her legs had not been spared either; her upper thighs, above and below her knees, her calves, and her ankles were all deathly entwined with ropes, which were then tightened with several more wraps in the middle…
If it were a normal Human, they certainly wouldn’t be able to escape in this situation, right?
However, for her… this was truly fortunate!
She didn’t know what that person was thinking, actually using only ropes and a Collar to deal with her.
Since the other party had stripped her naked, the cat ears hidden in her hair would definitely have been seen.
Even if they hadn’t seen them, the tail extending from her lower back would certainly have exposed her identity as a Beastkin.
Yet, other than the Collar, the opponent hadn’t used any metal restraints, using only this hemp rope of slightly better quality…
Was this some kind of Trap?
She couldn’t care about that anymore; she had to escape from here first. She had no desire to become some “Blood Slave” or “Vampire”!
Thinking this, her forearm muscles tensed, and her ten fingers curled to reveal sharp, long claws. In less than two minutes, the ropes used to restrict her body were all shredded to pieces.
The sensitive hearing and excellent vision in the dark characteristic of a serval-type Beastkin helped her confirm the surrounding environment.
The door of the Dungeon was actually made of wood, and the lock structure wasn’t complicated either. That Vampire was indeed looking down on her, wasn’t she?
Well, she had the capital for it…
The reason things turned out like this could be traced back to a week ago.
As a leading Assassin in this Nation, Phyllis would seriously investigate the other party’s daily habits and track them for a long time before every operation.
She had originally thought that the female Noble named Mary was just a beautiful, arrogant woman with some peculiar hobbies.
It was only when she completed all her preparations and ambushed the target that she realized she was dead wrong.
Skin that was slightly fairer than an ordinary person’s wasn’t some natural beauty. After a flash of brilliance in those crimson blood-eyes, the happy woman revealed those two slightly long canine teeth.
A Vampire! And a high-ranking one who didn’t fear the sunlight!
Although she didn’t know how the other party managed to mingle in the Human kingdom and become a Noble, even if the thousand Gold Coins were multiplied by ten, she wouldn’t be able to take this female Vampire’s head.
Rather, it was already taking all her effort to keep herself from crawling at the other party’s feet to rub against those long, slender legs clad in silk stockings.
“Oh my? Our Miss Assassin’s mind is quite firm? Won’t you come to Big Sister’s side? I promise it will make you feel very comfortable.”
Comfortable? The Western Demi-human Territory had been harassed plenty of times by these notorious, dark creatures.
Legend had it that the moment a victim’s neck was pierced by fangs, they would indeed feel comfortable, but the price was either becoming one of them or becoming a “Blood Slave” who would have their Phoenix Blood sucked until death.
She couldn’t accept either outcome!
Setting her resolve, she fiercely bit the tip of her tongue. The intense pain pulled her consciousness back from the brink of being under the “Charm”.
The members of the Serval Tribe were solitary and proud by nature, and she was an Assassin who had long been famous while drifting through the dark side of this Nation.
With her proud disposition, it was naturally impossible for her to surrender.
Phyllis had been secretly observing this Vampire named Mary since a moment ago. She seemed very confident in her “Charm”. If that was the case… there was a chance!
In addition to her superb skills and stealth abilities, Phyllis, as an Assassin, also possessed excellent acting skills.
Recalling the sensation from just now, she subconsciously moved her feet, her eyes staring straight at the other party as she walked towards the female Vampire’s side with a slight sway.
This process took only a dozen seconds. She constantly simulated and practiced in her mind how to deliver a fatal blow, her heart beating rapidly due to tension.
As expected, the Vampire named Mary wrapped one arm around her waist, while the other hand brushed aside her hair to reveal her neck.
She closed her eyes, her vermilion lips parting slightly to reveal those two slightly curved, long fangs.
Now!
Following the movements she had practiced in her mind just now, Phyllis quickly gripped the weapon hidden in her sleeve.
Since Vampires were already practically overflowing in this Nation, she had the habit of carrying silver weapons for self-defense.
The Dagger plunged into the assassination target’s heart without a hitch, and a large amount of cool Phoenix Blood sprayed out.
Commission complete!
It should have been like that…
The expression on the face of the Vampire named Mary remained intoxicated, looking as if she had just tasted the most delicious Phoenix Blood in the world.
This was a far cry from the terrified and incredulous look Phyllis had expected.
Furthermore, that person’s mouth had closed at some point, her red lips remaining as vivid as before, while the Phoenix Blood flowing from her chest was almost forming a “small blood puddle”…
The scene before her was truly eerie; her intuition told her that she should leave this place as quickly as possible.
Thus, she pulled the Silver Dagger out from that soft flesh on the Vampire’s chest.
But when she tried to pull her body out from the arm wrapped around her waist, that arm holding her tightly wouldn’t budge no matter what.
What was going on? Rigor mortis?
…No!
Phyllis finally realized where the sense of incongruity in all of this came from.
After a Vampire is killed by a silver weapon hitting a vital point, they shouldn’t leave a corpse at all!
This person wasn’t some high-ranking Vampire! No, this person was the highest order of Vampire—a “True Ancestor” who feared no sunlight and had almost no vital points!
With the unexpected truth laid bare before her eyes, she began to struggle frantically.
However, the voice from right next to her made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
“Planning to run away after breaking Big Sister’s heart? It won’t do to be irresponsible, little kitty~”
After the woman finished saying this, the Phoenix Blood that had just spilled on the ground became active.
Ignoring her struggles, it wrapped around her feet inch by inch, then to her knees, and then to her waist and abdomen…
In the end, it didn’t even spare her entire head. Her violently heaving chest couldn’t breathe in a single bit of air.
She couldn’t shake off this “Blood Film” no matter how much strength she used, and finally, she lost consciousness…
The commission had failed, which led to the scene of her waking up slowly in the Dungeon just now.
Speaking of which, how are you supposed to assassinate a “True Ancestor”?
Aside from a Dragon, Phyllis couldn’t think of anyone else who could be its opponent.
These thousand Gold Coins would just have to be considered the client’s compensation for her life.
She had almost died at the other party’s hands, and the commission hadn’t mentioned that she needed to kill a “True Ancestor”; this was clearly a breach of contract by the employer first!
However, for the sake of her successful escape, she would give this woman’s true identity to him as a piece of information…