Clang, clang, clang!

Barely parrying the dagger aiming for his head, Jin Prezia gritted his teeth. ‘I don’t like her.’

Jin hated—no, he loathed assassins the most in the world because they didn’t even have the courage to reveal their faces. As the former heir of the Prezia Family—the most prestigious noble family in Arcadia—Jin had learned to lead people and naturally acquired the belief that he should never forget about honor and pride.

Hence, Jin couldn’t and didn’t even want to understand assassins. That was why he was looking at Czestochowa, who disguised herself as Mireille Aliano, with contempt.

“You’re quite good. I never expected the Tyrant to have such a skilled summon… Tailing him was certainly the right choice.” Czestochowa giggled, standing on the edge of a sharp thorn on the heart wall.

Clang, clank, clink!

The more she giggled, the more the dozens of masks, which were spread like a curtain behind her, collided with each other and created noises.

[The ‘Laughing Demon Face’ is smirking at the enemy!]

[The ‘Crying Demon Face’ is sad because the enemy is about to die soon!]

[The ‘Sulking Demon Face’ is very irritated because the enemy is still alive!]

…

Czestochowa fixed her grip on her dagger after wiping her lips with her thumb. Having received an order from her Guardian ‘Big Sick Bug,’ she came all the way here in pursuit of the [Seven Cryptical Book of Hsan]. She faced unforeseen incidents in the process, but she still rejoiced so much that...