Elvia yanked her hand back.
She did not understand the meaning of his final words.
She only knew that her situation was very dangerous.
The man before her was only a Low-tier High Rank Mage, while she herself was a High-tier High Rank Knight.
At this distance, she naturally had nothing to fear, but...
The perfect smile on her face vanished completely.
She took a step back, her face turning slightly pale as her eyes swept the surroundings in suspicion and uncertainty.
Finally, her gaze fixed on the entrance of the post office.
Theia had walked out of the shadows at some point.
She was leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed.
Those eerie crimson eyes were locked onto this human woman who had repeatedly leaned close to Lin Gui's ear to whisper.
Her face was filled with undisguised displeasure.
Elvia's eyebrows twitched slightly.
She quickly suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and her face regained its impeccable elegance.
Facing Theia's direction, she slightly lowered her body.
She performed a flawless gesture of etiquette, her smile becoming irreproachable.
“Excuse me.”
Having said that, she stopped looking at anyone else.
She straightened her back, maintaining the poise expected of royalty, and turned gracefully.
She left the post office.
It was only when she returned to the empty and quiet City Lord's manor that her composure cracked.
The heavy doors closed behind her, and the smile on her face disappeared without a trace.
“Whew...”
She clutched her heavily heaving chest and leaned against the cold door panel, letting out a long sigh.
The scenes from the post office replayed uncontrollably in her mind.
The gaze of that mage.
There was no reverence, no fear, and no greed.
There was only a pure, bottomless disgust.
That disgust was so cold it even carried a faint, undisguised intent to kill.
That look was more naked and... dangerous than anything she had seen from the rebel leaders she had faced.
Elvia suddenly grinned.
She let out a low chuckle, though it was unclear whether she was mocking herself or found it absurd.
“Heh... I intended to threaten someone, but I ended up being threatened instead?”
“Is he counting on the fact that I am currently weak and have no one by my side?”
Beyond her fear, an uncontrollable surge of anger rushed into her heart.
A mere wandering mage!
A Low-tier High Rank Mage from a tiny place like New Covenant City, whom even a guard captain might not want!
How dare he!
How dare he look at me with that kind of gaze?!
How dare he speak to me in such a manner?!
I am the Golden Lioness of the Royal Capital!
I am the Elvia who suppressed those bitch-born brothers and sisters and the stubborn old ministers!
What status does he have?! To think he actually dared to threaten me!
“Bang!”
Consumed by fury, she grabbed a crystal glass from the table beside her and smashed it hard onto the floor!
Shimmering shards and wine splashed everywhere.
Almost at the same time.
A sharp “Clatter!” rang out!
The stained-glass window beside her suddenly shattered!
An unknown object wrapped in glass shards whistled as it shot into the room!
Elvia screamed in fright.
Almost instinctively, she performed a roll and scrambled awkwardly under the heavy mahogany desk.
Her heart pounded wildly, her hands and feet turned ice-cold, and she pulled a dagger from her boot with trembling hands.
Her golden eyes were filled with panic and unease.
Who was it?!
Was it those dogs from the Royal Capital who finally couldn't help themselves and sent an assassin?!
She held her breath, trying her best to suppress her gasps.
Her ear was pressed tight against the cold floor, trying to listen for any movement outside.
One second, two seconds... ten seconds...
Except for the drum-like beating of her own heart, there was dead silence outside.
She gripped the hilt, her palms slick with cold sweat.
She swallowed hard, her throat so dry it felt painful.
She couldn't wait any longer!
She gritted her teeth like a mother beast driven into a corner and rushed out from under the desk!
As she scrambled to her feet.
She raised her hands high, her face instantly plastered with a fawning yet terrified smile.
Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying a hint of a sob:
“Th-that... was it my dear, charming brothers or sisters who sent you here?”
“It's not just to deliver a message, is it?”
“Rest assured! Little Seven lost her right to inherit the throne a long time ago! I pose no threat to them!”
“If your noble self is still worried... I, I can leave immediately!”
“I will get as far away as possible! For example... how about a rural place like New Covenant City?”
“To... to have siblings killing each other like this... if our supreme Father King found out, he would be heartbroken...”
Her voice grew lower and lower.
With perfectly timed sobbing, the corner of her eye quickly scanned every corner of the room.
There was no sound of whistling wind, no footsteps, and certainly no anticipated assassin.
There was only a... brick covered in a bit of soil on the floor?
Elvia's fawning expression froze on her face.
She carefully retracted that soft, pitiful facade.
She picked up her honorary saber from the corner and tip-toed toward the broken window like a cat.
She quietly peeked her head out and looked outside.
Outside the window was the high-end villa district that once belonged to nobles and the wealthy.
Now, it was terrifyingly silent because the owners had fled.
Her gaze searched every corner below the castle.
Finally, in the corner of a distant wall.
She saw a few ragged street urchins who were laughing and stacking bricks on the ground, seemingly playing some game.
There was no assassin at all!
It was clearly these lawless little mud-legged paupers!
They were so bold! To actually dare throw a brick at the City Lord's manor!
“You... you little...”
Her extreme fear instantly transformed into a towering rage, burning her rationality until it nearly evaporated!
She stood up abruptly, almost unable to stop herself from jumping straight out of the five-story-high window!
She wanted to use her High-tier High Rank strength to give these city parasites a severe thrashing!
But as her gaze swept toward the dizzying height...
She clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.
She endured it.
She returned to her seat in a state of agitation.
Subconsciously, she wanted to call the guards to kick the vagrant children out.
But as soon as she opened the study door and saw the empty, deep corridor with only flickering wall lamps.
She suddenly remembered that the original guards had long been taken away by those opportunistic old nobles under the pretext of “protecting the family head”!
“Damn it! Those accursed old bastards!”
With a “Bang!”, she slammed the door shut.
She paced in front of the desk covered by a thick carpet, forcing herself to calm down and think.
Although she relied on the prestige of the Royal Capital Knights slaying the besieging demons to secure her position as City Lord.
Relying on that hollow prestige alone was far from enough.
She needed martial power!
She needed a knight order that could suppress everything and obey her completely!
However, Caran City was too small and lacked true hereditary nobles.
Naturally, there was no systematic knight order.
External elites of the Defense Force had been siphoned off by the old nobles, and the remaining weak and sick were simply useless.
Thus, the only remaining military force was... the adventure groups.
But the biggest problem was.
The wealth of Caran City had already been drained by the fleeing nobles!
And the remaining wealthy merchants... knew her weakness better than anyone else.
Being left here alone by the knights was the best proof of her exile.
Elvia's gaze became deep and cold.
A malicious plan quickly took shape in her mind.
Perhaps... she could exploit the identity of that half-demon elf?
If she operated skillfully and pinned the blame for this demon siege onto her.
She could easily incite the fear and anger of the commoners.
At that time, she would use the name of justice.
She would force the remaining adventure groups in Caran City to hunt down that half-demon!
Although the opponent was a Transcendent Rank Ranger and quite powerful.
Under the siege of over thirty High-tier High Rank adventurers, she would definitely not be their match!
Once that half-demon was captured...
Elvia could almost see that detestable mage losing his greatest trump card.
She imagined him kneeling humbly on the ground before her, begging for forgiveness, or even...
Thinking of that future scene that brought her immense pleasure.
Elvia couldn't help but let out a low, frantic laugh, her shoulders trembling slightly.
“Hehe... Hahaha... Eh?”
Mid-laugh, her voice suddenly came to an abrupt halt.
A transition of intense danger descended from above her head without warning!
Her scalp went numb instantly, and without a second thought, she lunged to the side!
“Whoosh!”
A brick carried a foul wind, grazing her hair as it slammed hard into the spot where she had just been standing.
Elvia was still shaken as she quickly drew her honor saber to counterattack and shout for help.
But at the moment she looked up.
Another brick flew from an incredibly tricky angle, coming from a complete blind spot!
“Bang!”
It struck the back of her head squarely!
A strong sense of dizziness swept over her instantly, and stars burst before her eyes.
The entire world was spinning, and her body stumbled uncontrollably.
Following that, a slender, ghostly figure appeared beside her as if merging from the shadows.
A delicate palm, carrying a fierce battle force, struck with incomparable precision against her unprotected neck!
In the final instant before she lost consciousness and slumped down.
Elvia's unfocused golden eyes struggled to glance upward.
She saw a pair of ice-cold crimson eyes filled with disgust.
And that mage, floating in mid-air with faint air currents swirling around him, weighing another brick in his hand.
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