Chapter 6
It was finally time to do my real job.
‘This time, I really deserve extra pay. Protecting the target isn’t even my mission!’
But since I knew someone was after my ten million gold, I couldn’t just sit back and watch.
I checked on Lys first, waving a hand in front of his face. His calm breathing proved he was fast asleep.
‘Smooth skin, neat hair, soft eyelashes, red lips… He looks even prettier asleep… Wait, what am I thinking?’
Anyway, he was asleep. Good.
I pulled out the weapon hidden under my maid dress and moved toward the strange presence outside the window.
‘Only about four steps away? Closer than I thought.’
Sure enough, someone was there. I opened the window quietly and slipped onto the terrace.
But instead of a strong enemy, I found…
“…What happened to you?”
A masked assassin lay on the roof, bleeding badly.
He still tried to attack me—barely. His swing was clumsy, full of openings. I dodged, and he rolled off the roof again.
When I approached, he begged, “Please… spare me…”
A fellow assassin, begging for his life. That was a first.
Whack!
I knocked him out with my sword hilt.
His wounds were deep—done by someone skilled, not me.
‘Strange. The Cassio estate has no guards or knights. So who hurt him?’
Then I sensed something below. A presence I knew well.
‘Wait… Lys?! But I checked—he was asleep!’
My heart pounded. Had I been discovered?
Meanwhile, inside—
Lys closed his door and smirked.
‘Eile really sang a lullaby.’
He remembered her annoyed face when he asked. Oddly, he found it amusing. No maid had ever dared show such an expression to their master before.
Thinking about her chasing Del, he muttered, “Ten minutes should be enough…”
But then his smile faded. A shadow lingered outside, irritating him. He had to cut the talk with Eile short because of it.
He stepped out to the terrace—
An assassin attacked. Lys blocked easily with a dagger.
The fight was brutal. In seconds, he slashed the man’s nose, stabbed his chest and legs, then used a terrifying power. Invisible hands choked the assassin, breaking his bones.
“Monster!” the assassin cried.
“Me? A monster?” Lys’s violet eyes glowed red, cold and merciless.
The man had believed rumors were exaggerated—that the young master was weak, unguarded. But now he realized too late: the rumors weren’t lies at all.
Lys’s power crushed him until he fainted.
“Your life is annoyingly long,” Lys muttered, raising his dagger to finish him—
But then a sweet smell reached him.
‘…Sugar?’
It was Eile’s scent—probably from the cake she ate earlier.
That meant she was close, with Del.
Lys’s eyes returned to normal.
“…I’ll postpone killing you.”
