Login with GoogleChapter 189: She is Smiling
“Aunt, isn't it more important for you to figure out why I was attacked, compared to how we survived?"
“Silly girl, if I could understand it that quickly, I would've taken the ancestral pitchfork and gone to kill that hiding scoundrel by now.”
Sasha shrugged.
She used to be responsible for hunting various sorcerers and empire lackeys, rather than intelligence gathering or military operations.
Her title is the Blood Noble, formerly known as the Blood Huntress.
The enemy derogatively refers to her as a bitch, but she doesn't mind being called a hunting dog. Who you are a dog to depends on the owner.
As a high-end hunter, her specialty was fishing for law enforcement, since high-end hunters often appear in the form of prey.
Later on, this trick became less effective, so she chose the most straightforward approach: either kill first and then set fire, or set fire first and then kill.
Many people think she is a master of intelligence, but in fact, the real intelligence agency is the coven of witches.
The orders she accepted were to sweep and hunt, tracking and eavesdropping were not her specialty, so she became a governor instead of taking over the intelligence department.
She also had no idea who targeted Capesh.
After sleeping for so many years, even if there were enemies, they should have died of impatience. What kind of deep hatred would someone have to target Alena? This girl doesn't have anything desirable, right...?
Sasha sneered with a twisted mouth, "I never have guards by my side, not even the courage to fire at my office. Coming to bully the younger generation, so shameless."
Alena didn't say anything.
Sasha crossed her arms. "There are not absolutely no clues, but we still need to wait for further investigation. This case has been handed over to me, and someone will find out the truth. Summoning crystals, even if they are sold on the black market, can still leave traces."
She said, "Now, tell me who killed those two high-level monsters."
“Is that really important?" Michelle asked.
"What? Worried that I would harm that person? I would only award them with a good citizen award, hold a press conference, give out a bonus, and a banner."
Michelle and Alena glanced at each other, knowing that they couldn't evade the question.
"Actually...we don't know either," Alena said straightforwardly.
"Be more specific," Sasha said. "Surely, you didn't fail to see what the person looks like."
"I did see that," Alena, blushing, said. "Very...good-looking."
Michelle briefly described the appearance.
Sasha felt something was unusual and asked, "Golden dual irises?"
"Yes," Michelle asked cautiously, "Is it very rare?"
"This is not a question of rarity or not," Sasha paused. "Golden eyes are a symbol of the Imperial Royal Family, and not all of the Imperial bloodline possesses golden eyes. It represents absolute power. Historians agree that the bloodline power of the Imperial first and last emperors is the strongest. They both had complete golden irises and the Golden Power to challenge the divine realm, making them invincible in the world."
Could it be that there are still members of the Imperial Royal Family who have fallen into the common people?
Impossible, the last emperor killed his entire clan and became a true solitary figure.
Alena took out a notebook and pencil, quickly completing a sketch, saying, "It's like this."
Based on her impression, she quickly drew a portrait, showcasing her artistic talent. Due to the profound impression from before, the young man was perfect as a model, and she captured his charisma with just a few strokes.
Sasha frowned as she took the sketch from Alena. With just one glance, her gaze locked onto the figure in the drawing, as if trying to pierce through the thin sheet of paper and stab into the man's chest.
Her crimson pupils first contracted slowly, then widened, and contracted again...
Her nails had already pierced through the paper, her breathing became rapid, her body trembling slightly, and her teeth unconsciously clenched.
Dark red long hair was swaying without wind, causing chaotic air currents to swirl.
The lights above the sickroom started flickering, and the monitored medical equipment began displaying erratic readings.
“Auntie?" Alena tried to take the paper back, but it was held too tightly by Sasha. "What's wrong with you?"
This voice snapped Sasha back to reality.
She looked at Alena slowly, relaxing her clenched teeth. "...I'm fine."
However, she didn't release her tight grip on the paper.
“I just didn't expect..."
She raised her hand, covering her face, and her fingers dug deep into her skin, as if her nails were about to pierce through and shed tears of blood, but they didn't. Instead, only shallow white marks were left. She relaxed her hand, but her eyes remained fixed through the gaps between her fingers, staring tightly at the face on the paper. It was unclear whether the hidden expression beneath was crying or smiling.
However, it definitely concealed a kind of distortion that spanned across the long river of time.
She raised her fingers and brushed through the dark red hair, tidying it up. Every strand's crease was smoothed out.
The moment before, it seemed as if her hair was like Medusa's, writhing with snakes, but now it suddenly calmed down.
The chaotic electrical currents in the room also calmed down, and a normal breeze blew through the window. Everything returned to normal.
Curiously, Alena asked, "Who is this person? Do you know him, Auntie?"
Sasha folded the drawing and put it in her pocket. "It's none of your concern."
Alena frowned, "But Auntie..."
Sasha said lightly, "Don't ask."
The serious tone dismissed the girls' curiosity, yet this attitude left them unable to make judgments.
“He saved my life," Alena stubbornly said, recalling the sensation of being held, the first time she felt an exhilarating joy and intoxication.
“It's just a trick commonly used by that demon," Sasha sneered, then walked quickly towards the ward, eager to verify something.
...A demon?
Michelle watched the Blood Noble's departing figure and knew in her heart that it was a spiritual hero, and perhaps, a spiritual hero that the Blood Noble was familiar with.
She bit her lips, her indescribable emotions tumbling in her chest.
The drastic changes just now indicated that the Blood Noble's state of mind and emotions had become imbalanced.
Sasha, as the ruling official, has experienced countless battles throughout her life. She overthrew an empire and repelled the Holy Decree Army, the ace force of the Sacred Religion.
She has always been indifferent to life and death, even when her niece almost died in an attack. She calmly uttered the phrase "an eye for an eye." It is hard to imagine how a portrait could completely unnerve her.
Who is Mr. Devil?
Sasha arrived at the headquarters of the Gordon Knights.
The Knights are a military organization, and this place serves as their garrison, akin to a military district. They are also responsible for handling certain formidable calamities.
The corpses of high-level magical beasts are stored in the refrigerated room here.
She approached the body of the Chicken Snake, rolled up her sleeves in front of nearby officers, and inserted her fingers into the corpse, releasing fresh blood from the damaged wound.
The blood of the Chicken Snake, which had only been dead for less than three hours, was still relatively fresh.
She drank the blood, closed her eyes, and tapped into the lingering memories of the recently deceased Chicken Snake.
The Holy Blood Clan, the ancestors of the Blooded, possess the ability to extract soul memories from blood. Sasha also possesses a limited version of this ability, but it comes with significant limitations. Extracting memories may pollute her own soul, requiring some time to recover. There is also a time limit; memories cannot be retrieved after twenty-four hours, and attempting to extract memories from a dying soul can result in a rebound.
She couldn't afford to care about these things now. She directly drank the blood to extract memories and saw fragments from the Chicken Snake's memories.
Cages, laboratories, crimson eyes...
It seems to be the mastermind, but this unclear memory quickly dissipates.
And then there was a plaza, destruction, bloodshed, and an endless urge to kill. After being implanted with something, it completely lost its sanity.
“Hmm…” Sasha covered her mouth, almost vomiting due to the side effects.
She gritted her teeth and persisted, continuing to read further. Finally, she saw the scene she had been hoping for.
A man with golden eyes, an indescribable noble aura, and...
Such an iconic Golden Power!
“Ahem…” Sasha vomited the blood into a nearby trash can, feeling a bit dizzy.
She dismissed the others, leaned against the wall, and sat down, hugging her knees.
Even though her consciousness was clouded and her forehead throbbed with pain, a smile crept onto her lips.
Her ruby lips stained with fresh blood.
Crimson upon crimson.
She was laughing.
