For how long, Cyclone once thought she would never see this woman again in her lifetime.

Everything began on that day.

On that day, Cyclone's life underwent an unprecedented change.

Also on that day, Cyclone tasted the moment of death for the first time.

The maid beside the Grand Chancellor held a deep-seated hatred towards herself.

Cyclone killed her master on that day, further provoking Sonja to repel her.

Now thinking back, whether she escaped or died, Cyclone did not know.

Cyclone did not pursue further, instinctively avoiding that memory of death.

However, for the sake of survival, Cyclone was now clinging to her knees.

Through the squirming of her body, Cyclone slowly backed away.

The awkward atmosphere lingered for over ten seconds.

The sweat dripping from her head indicated the perilous situation.

Whether it was the assassin group or the woman in front of her, they all had reasons to kill her.

Moreover, these reasons were glaringly apparent.

However, Cyclone noticed one thing—the maid was falling back facing away from her.

The direction of her fall might hold some significance, and clinging to the last thread of hope, Cyclone asked,

"Are you here to kill me too?"

"Yes!"

The one who answered was neither the maid in front of her nor anyone from the assassin group.

Just a step slower in her arrival, another girl descended from the sky.

With a perfect heroic landing, the girl descended from above.

At the sight of her, with her silver hair and purple eyes, there was a sense of familiarity.

No, not just familiarity, but also as one of her wives, Sophiel, the First Sword in the world.

Cyclone nodded calmly.

Indeed, today's beginning was the worst…

Confirming her thoughts, Cyclone turned to run.

Even if the escape route was a wall, Cyclone had to climb over it.

Damn it!

"So ugly…"

It was unclear who uttered those words, but Cyclone paid no attention.

To continue living, for Elyse and her group of wives, Cyclone had to keep going, no matter how ugly.

"I really don't understand why the princess chose a man like you…"

The captain of the assassins took a step forward, not even wanting to waste her throwing knives, planning to directly jump onto the wall to deliver a fatal blow to Cyclone.

But right before the leap, Sophiel spoke up.

"Don't block my path."

A question mark popped up, how would anyone stand in her way behind Sophiel?

The only possibility was the person ahead of Sophiel.

Clad in a standard butler uniform, sporting a black ponytail.

Gripping a massive scythe, akin to a grim reaper girl.

"This man… you cannot kill him."

The maid said so, which caused a delay, allowing Cyclone to finally climb to the top of the wall.

"Tsk!"

The captain of the assassins had no intention of wasting time, whether the woman in front of her aimed to protect Cyclone or not.

In front of her assassin group, she was ready to kill Cyclone Theodore.

The assassins followed the captain's cue, leaping all at once.

"But I also don't intend to let this man go."

Cyclone flipped over the high wall. Though unaware of what was happening behind her, all she wanted was to move forward to save her life.

Directly leaping to the ground, enduring the pain, she only had one thought—run.

But before she could take two steps, the entire wall was shattered.

Chunks of rubble flew everywhere, hitting Cyclone's head.

This blow caused Cyclone to collapse on the spot.

The wall fell, raising a cloud of dust.

Even as Cyclone's consciousness grew hazy, she still tried to crawl forward.

However, she couldn't even crawl a meter.

Someone pressed their foot on Cyclone's head, rendering her unable to struggle.

As she faded out, Cyclone heard some voices.

"Sophiel… do not forget the agreement between us…"

Agreement?

Before her consciousness faded, Cyclone's mind recalled a person she hadn't seen in a long time.

Mother…

"Until the master is resurrected… preserve the body…"

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