"Ah!"
Evna let out a piercing scream, unaware of the deadly poison on the wooden thorn, only knowing: "My face! My face!"
As someone absorbed in romance, possessing a beautiful face was one of her greatest sources of confidence.
But now, her delicate and perfect features were struck by a flying secret weapon!
"Who? Who is it? Who dares to be so reckless—"
Evna, like a frenzied beast, cried out in agony while frantically trying to find the culprit.
Her "followers" were all stunned.
They couldn't believe that within Evna's territory, amidst the crowd of people, there was actually an "assassin."
Evna's screams and roars jolted everyone awake.
Finally, they reacted, shouting words like "Someone, catch the assassin," as their eyes desperately searched the crowd.
But faster than any of them was a shadow.
He moved like a nimble bird, his figure rising and falling, quickly approaching Evna.
