The blade pierced cleanly through his chest. His body stiffened, eyes wide with disbelief, then collapsed lifelessly to the floor.
Staring at his corpse, Zora coldly murmured, "As I have promised, I relieved you of your pain. And it is foolish to think that you can live after attempting to kill someone."
Assassins kill for money.
Those who take lives must be prepared to lose their own.
This world was cruel, but fair in that regard.
"Master, that Jasmine is truly courting death!" Black then growled, fury burning in his eyes. "You already spared her once, yet she still refuses to give up!"
Zora's eyes narrowed slightly.
Indeed.
The lesson she had given was clearly not enough.
She had never held any goodwill toward Jasmine. From childhood to now, that woman always wore a gentle, benevolent mask, yet every scheme against Elizabeth and the downfall of Elizabeth, her mother, had Jasmine's shadow behind it.
Soft on the outside. But Poisonous within.
