"Is she, is she that violent?" Felt shivered involuntarily, her eyes darting to look at Tendo Kisara next to her.
They were companions, so they wouldn't all be like that, would they?
She Felt a strange sense of relief, glad that she hadn't thought of fighting them from the start, otherwise...
She looked again at her 'employer', who seemed to have all her bones shattered, no longer looking human.
"Gulp." Felt swallowed, wondering if she would end up like that if a conflict truly arose. She instinctively took two steps back, timidly glancing at Tendo Kisara, and shrunk her neck.
"—" Tendo Kisara and Sima Wei Zhi's mouths twitched slightly. This was also their first time seeing Holy Son so brutal. When they were together, Holy Son always appeared gentle and delicate.
"Such a fierce girl," Puck couldn't help but complain.
She could have killed the opponent instantly, but she chose to use her fists. Was there some violent nature within her? He hoped Lia wouldn't learn bad habits.
Emilia covered her mouth with both hands. Holy Son was so fierce.
"So fragile?" Holy Son raised an eyebrow slightly. "She acted so composed; she certainly wouldn't have only this much ability."
Holy Son released Elsa's arm, and Elsa slumped limply at her feet.
Elsa's eyes became hollow. She wasn't dead, just had all her bones shattered, and her smile became even more pathological.
"Gurgle, gurgle..." She tried to say something, but only managed to make sounds like a broken fan blowing air.
Holy Son clapped her hands, and a white barrier enveloped Elsa.
"Done."
"Um, you might as well have just killed her," Felt said weakly.
"Mhm, mhm," Emilia nodded in agreement.
"Lia, aren't you going to ask something?" Holy Son said.
"Moreover, this assassin has a near-rule-based ability within her, though it's not very strong. It seems to be related to life or recovery, or perhaps immortality."
"Even after being beaten like this by me, she seems able to recover quickly."
Holy Son had already detected the hidden power within Elsa's body while beating her, which was why she went straight for the kill.
"Is that so?" Emilia was surprised.
"No way, she can recover even after being beaten like that?" Felt was dumbfounded.
"Does she have some kind of Divine Blessing?" Puck examined the assassin trapped in the barrier.
"Cough cough, you saw through it so quickly. It's the first time someone has discovered it."
Elsa's body slowly stood up from the barrier that imprisoned her. There were no injuries on her body, except for the redness on her skin, as if she had never been injured.
Creak!
Elsa drew the knife hidden in her pant leg and slashed at the barrier that trapped her. Nothing happened except for sparks from the knife's impact.
"Tsk—" Elsa's face was grim. She was captured so easily, and none of her assassination techniques were used.
Even against the Sword Saint, she was confident she could escape, but facing this unknown ability that completely trapped her, she was helpless.
The opponent was too strong, whether in speed, strength, reaction, or skill, completely surpassing her. That's why she was utterly defenseless just now.
"If you want to kill me, go ahead," Elsa still said indifferently, then looked at Holy Son with burning eyes.
Her ability did not come from a "Divine Blessing" but from a 'Blessing'.
This blessing granted her the power of immortality, called 'Cursed Doll'.
After she was killed, she would revive in a pre-arranged location.
Calling it revival wasn't entirely accurate; it just meant she couldn't be killed.
Even she herself couldn't commit suicide. Because of this, she completely disregarded her own life and death. She had tasted death countless times.
"Not afraid of death at all, this pathological confidence hidden deep in her eyes suggests you have some kind of trump card." Sima Wei Zhi narrowed her eyes, curious about this ability.
"Let's lock her up. When she's locked up and wants to get out, she'll eventually say something," Puck said. He wanted to know clearly who wanted to kill Lia.
No matter who it was, he would make them pay a heavy price.
He already had some guesses; it was very likely the other Royal Selection candidates.
"Holy Son, can you keep her locked in there indefinitely?" Emilia asked.
"Of course, it will just continuously consume my magic power, but the consumption is very little. I can keep her locked up indefinitely; this consumption can't keep up with my recovery," Holy Son said confidently.
"Then I'll trouble you," Emilia thanked her.
"No need to be polite with us."
"It's almost dark, and we don't have a place to stay. Emilia, do you mind if we visit your home?" Sima Wei Zhi smiled.
"Of course, even if you don't let us, we'll shamelessly go."
"I welcome everyone, of course!" Emilia quickly said.
"However, I'm currently staying at the mansion of the Border Count who supports me."
"Since everyone helped me, the Border Count will surely be happy to host everyone."
Tendo Kisara said, "Then we won't be polite, right, Holy Son?"
Holy Son said gently, "Then we'll trouble Emilia."
"No trouble at all, no trouble at all. I'm just grateful to everyone!" Emilia's cheeks flushed.
...
Felt and Rom breathed a sigh of relief. This group of people was finally leaving.
"Oh, right, Felt." Sima Wei Zhi suddenly looked over.
"Yes!" Felt responded reflexively. She had been completely intimidated. Recalling what had just happened, she and Rom were almost killed, and these people were also their saviors.
"Take this. Don't steal anymore in the future. Just open a small shop and do some business or something."
Sima Wei Zhi casually waved her folding fan, and a money bag full of gold coins landed on Felt's head.
"Ouch!" Felt cried out in pain, clutching her head. Before she could jump up, she saw the gold coins spilling out of the money bag that had fallen at her feet.
"Gold coins!" Felt's eyes widened. The money bag was bulging, looking like at least two or three hundred coins.
So much money! She hadn't stolen this much since she started being a thief.
Suddenly remembering something, she stubbornly looked away, biting her lip, her pride stung.
"Are you pitying me? I don't want anyone's charity! Don't underestimate someone who grew up in the slums!"
Rom sighed. Felt's pride was too strong, especially when it came to being given charity; it would make her stubborn.
"Charity? I wouldn't do such a thing. Look closely at the contract inside the money bag." Sima Wei Zhi narrowed her eyes like a little fox.
She knew very well that children who grew up in the slums were either selfish scoundrels or those with strong pride; this was a shell to protect themselves.
"Contract?" Felt lowered her head, taking out the paper inside the money bag. She was a little shocked; even though she hadn't learned to read, she could understand it.
"So it's a loan."
"I'm a businesswoman." Sima Wei Zhi said as a matter of course, "I'm lending you three hundred gold coins. Five years from now, you'll need to pay me back three hundred and ten gold coins."
"How about it, can you do it?"