Chapter 6: Master! Please accept this young disciple!
Obviously, she had no identity papers. No official document certified that she was an authorized visitor to the district.
She thought for a moment about taking the guard’s sword and could attack these three guards and hope to escape, even if her chi was practically exhausted, she was still an assassin.
Her eyes scanned the room in search of an exit. It was at that moment that they fell on a poster stuck to the wall, near the fireplace.
The poster was adorned with an official seal of the Thirteenth District. The text said: " The chief of the district is looking for a personal maid. Housing and food provided. Contact Steward Mallory for an interview. "
Blood Moon hesitated only half a second. " I came through a friend. " she said in a soft and polite voice. " She told me about a job opportunity. Becoming the personal maid of the master of this district. "
The guard raised an eyebrow. " Ah... "
The three guards looked at each other. The woman in front of them had no detectable chi. She had a rather frail appearance, and therefore did not seem to represent a threat. And with a first-rate appearance like hers, they would probably be rewarded by the steward if she was satisfied with her domestic skills.
" Okay, follow us. We are taking you to the steward. She will give you a test to assess your skills. "
Blood Moon stood up without haste, paid for her beer with a copper coin, and followed the guards outside.
...
The sun had already declined when she arrived at the manor, and the moon was high in the sky. The guards led her to a small side door, entrusted her to an elderly maid, then went back to their occupations.
Blood Moon had no intention of taking any test. As soon as the maid had her back turned, she disappeared. With her assassin skills, even without chi, she knew how to make herself forgotten. She moved silently, avoiding lit areas.
’ If there is a plant or an artifact capable of healing my wounds, it would surely be in the manor of a noble.’ she thought. " At worst, I will take a few valuable objects and I can leave this district discreetly. Enough money to pay a smuggler, and I will be far from here before dawn."
She slipped into the rooms.
...
Daemon was sitting in his office. He was looking at the box that Kristian had left him, the one that came from Luci’El. His fingers turned around the lid without opening it.
Finally, he took a breath and opened the box.
Inside, there was a thin silver chain, and at the end of this chain, a medallion. The medallion was a deep black, and carried a star with only four branches.
" Luci’El probably had an identical necklace, with the other half of the star...The two together would form the complete crest of the Sorcery Clan, the Octogram"
" What do you want, Luci’El? " muttered Daemon to himself.
In the box, there was also a small card folded in four. He unfolded it and read the message written in a fine handwriting.
" To my dear Daemon... Your Number One Hater... "
" The necklace is a powerful mystical relic. If you like it, you can put it on. I have one too, so we will match. "
" That’s it, yeah. " Daemon blew. " I should throw it away. "
No sooner had he uttered these words than a new message appeared on the card.
" If you throw it away, I will accuse you of having stolen it."
" She really has the gift of annoying me. " He retorted while closing the box.
It was at that moment that he heard a noise.
Daemon stood up silently. He headed toward the door, placed a hand on the handle, then opened it abruptly.
He fell directly on a silhouette that was standing just behind the door.
" What the "
The silhouette quickly pivoted on itself. With a fluid and graceful movement, she executed a backflip, then she grabbed Daemon’s arm to try to immobilize him.
" Huh? "
Daemon pulled his arm with a jerk. He freed himself easily from the grip of this woman, who seemed much lighter than him. He stepped back and observed her.
" What are you, a novice assassin? " he asked in an amused tone.
" Novice? " The woman crossed her arms, eyebrows furrowed. " You are an ignorant young master. If I had used my chi, I would have torn your arm off before you even had time to blink. "
While she was speaking acerbically, the light of the moon crossed the corridor window and fell on her face. Daemon could finally see her features: thin cheeks, a small straight nose, pink lips, and two bright red eyes like rubies. A cute face too pretty to be threatening.
Useless to say that Daemon did not take her seriously at all. A girl his age, frail like a blade of grass, who claimed to be able to tear his arm off? He felt like laughing.
Then he thought for a few seconds. There was indeed an assassin hanging around the Thirteenth District. A very well known assassin for her dodges and graceful movements, said to be similar to the movements of a viper. The same assassin who had sown terror throughout the district that very night.
Daemon looked at her fixedly, his golden eyes narrowed.
" You are Blood Moon? " he asked in a lower voice.
" You are not as naive as you appear. " she murmured.
She looked around, assessing the distance of blunt objects.
’ Now that I can no longer use Chi, I should find a sharp object, even if he did not look sturdy. He was still a noble and could prove dangerous. ’ While Blood Moon was thinking about the possibilities she had.
Daemon bowed deeply, hands joined in front of him.
" Master! Please accept this young disciple! " he said in a loud and clear voice.
Blood Moon blinked.
" Huh!? "