Chapter 60:
You've Been Sold
"Now, if you resort to killing again, there's no turning back for you," Aiden spoke, "you'll only serve as a tool for her murders, hunted by the Inquisition like a rat in the streets."
"Don't listen to him, he's the one using you as a tool," urged Meirujinu, impatiently interrupting Aiden, "he implanted a demonic contract in you, and if I hadn't helped you break it, he would have surely killed you by now!"
"That's right, if the demonic contract were still on Evangeline, I wouldn't hesitate to kill her. I don't show mercy to fugitives," Aiden stated expressionlessly, and glancing at Evangeline, "I've told you this before, Evangeline."
Meirujinu was slightly taken aback; Aiden's frankness was unexpected. She had thought he would make some excuse, but he admitted it so openly.
"But at least I won't deceive you," Aiden maintained eye contact with Evangeline, "this prison is the only place where you can truly survive. Outside, you'll only live a few years in the lies of this woman, and then die in a miserable way."
Evangeline widened her eyes; Aiden had once straightforwardly told her she couldn't leave the prison.
Her intuition told her Aiden wasn't lying because she couldn't come up with a counterargument, and Aiden had never deceived her before.
In the outside world, she was the queen of assassins, with numerous people wanting to use her and countless enemies seeking her head.
Once she leaves the prison, she'll have to resume her life of bloodshed, a cycle of vengeance.
The next time she gets caught, she'll undoubtedly face the death penalty. Even if she manages to escape the capture, her body, riddled with the effects of magic and demonic contracts, won't last more than a few years.
"Don't listen to his nonsense, hurry up and act now!" Meirujinu urged Evangeline, "Listen to mommy, vanee... I'm the only one who truly loves you in this world."
"You...? after altered his body that could barely last thirty years, dare utter such nonsense without a hint of shame. You're truly rotten to the core, Meirujinu!" Aiden coldly remarked,
"Face the reality, Evangeline. No one in this world loves you. And You'll never experience that kind of thing in your life, but at least you have a chance for a stable life without her the one who's led you to this."
A stable life...
Evangeline felt a stir within. From a manipulated assassin to an imprisoned convict, she had never experienced what they called freedom.
Yet, life here seemed more comfortable than the tumultuous past. No need to dwell in the shadows, no more constant fear as long as she followed the rules and refrained from killing.
Arsena began silently chanting a spell, and a mist-like spirit wrapped around the front of the staff.
Dailey magic was also ready, and the shadow beneath Aiden began to boil.
Aiden, looked vigilant, and glanced around before fixing his gaze on Ophelia.
"Stop resisting and just die in peace. Even if the little demon refuses to act, how do you plan to survive four against one?"
Ophelia sneered, confident that he was doomed. This man, no matter how skilled he was, he definitely couldn't handle attacks from three different directions simultaneously.
Seizing the moment, she leaped forward, and her blood claws extending sharply, aiming directly at Aiden's throat.
Simultaneously, Arsena also coordinating her spell, prepared to unleash her formidable offensive necromancy, the "Wail of the Damned."
However, just as the spell was about to be unleashed, Arsena suddenly raised her staff a bit higher, surpassing Aiden's shoulder and pointing toward... the leaping Ophelia.
"Eh?" Ophelia was caught off guard.
In the next instant, the spiritual form ejected from Arsena staff transformed into a skeletal face, emitting a soul-shaking roar right in front of Ophelia.
Caught off guard, Ophelia suffered from the unexpected attack and fell to the ground.
Meirujinu was stunned, but before she could react, the dark claws emerged from the shadow beneath her feet, seizing her limbs and lifting her off the ground.
"What are you doing!?" Meirujinu exclaimed in terror, realizing she was caught by the shadow demon summoned by Dailey.
Dailey looked up, smiling without a word.
"You're wrong; it's three against two," Aiden remarked to the fallen Ophelia.
Ophelia, still recovering from the surprise attack, looked up at Arsena, her face expressing disbelief, "Why!?"
"That's just how it is," Aiden sighed, "you two... have been sold."
