"The body... unable to move?"
"The healing magic is ineffective..."
"Are you using genetic toxins?"
Dunkirk, who was originally standing still, slowly disappeared into the rippling water like a cold moon, leaving no trace behind.
In her place, she was holding a twisted dagger, suddenly appearing just within reach of Bordeaux.
Collapsing weakly at Bordeaux's feet, Dunkirk's eye sockets quickly turned black. Her small mouth slightly agape, revealing a coated tongue, while saliva uncontrollably dripped rapidly along the back of her tongue to the floor.
"Do you... still have this... trick up your sleeve...?"
Dunkirk's tone grew increasingly mellow, her speech slowing down, as if the paralyzing toxin had almost spread throughout her body.
"In your colleague's memory, I didn't use lethal poison."
"I'll be going first."
"Don't follow me."
Without even having time to put on clothes, Bordeaux, after speaking, quickly spread her wings and flew away through the large hole in the room.
Watching Bordeaux gradually recede into the distance on the wind, Dunkirk couldn't bear the paralyzing signals spreading throughout her body and closed her heavy eyelids.
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"Ran away?"
After a while, a woman wearing a fox mask calmly flew into the room from the hole.
"I thought we would at least have a mutual defeat..."
"I didn't expect Dunkirk to be so weak."
Taking slow, small steps, the woman gracefully crossed over various shattered wood splinters and debris of furniture on the floor, swaying her willow-like waist softly, walking to Dunkirk's side by the shattered box where she lay, and bent down.
"I thought it was just sowing the seeds of suspicion among the nobles."
"I didn't expect to attract such a big fish."
"However, as the Cavalier Bordeaux, who manages the financial affairs of over ten thousand people in the Agio family, how could there not be some shady dealings."
"Let me see what secrets you have in store."
But just as the woman reached out to pick up the scattered diary on the ground, she paused.
She looked at Dunkirk a short distance away, feeling a bit uneasy suddenly.
"..."
Swish, swish, swish...
The tormenting winter wind whistled through the leaking room's hollow, rustling the fur coat on Dunkirk's motionless body.
The once dignified mansion now stood like a dilapidated hut on the mudflats, isolated and helpless.
"Let me send you on your way first."
"If you die here, Bordeaux will certainly have a harder time explaining to Maria."
As the woman spoke, she withdrew her hand reaching for the diary and instead aimed it at Dunkirk, curled up on the ground.
A dazzling white light flashed, and the woman pointed her slender finger fiercely at the dying Dunkirk.
"MI6 military style, ultimate flash finger strike."
The dense smoke wrapped around the shadows flowing from the woman's fingertips, a heavy crossbow-like hum sounded, and the aurora in the woman's hand, like a split yellow lotus, accurately pierced Dunkirk in the fleeting wind.
As if struck by a broad axe with ferocious thorns, Dunkirk's limbs exploded with a bang, bloody body parts flying all over.
In the scattered limbs exploded open in Dunkirk, what oozed out was not blood, but a melancholy that seemed to have lingered for millennia.
The drizzling rain silently fell, mingling with the clouds that had spread across the room at some unknown time.
Raindrops pattered on the ground, like little rabbits in a dream, burrowing into the earth and disappearing.
"What...what?"
"Damn, what is this?"
The woman, realizing the situation, started to panic.
Her body suddenly swayed uncontrollably, like lilac flowers in a rain-soaked alley, limbs and senses drifting aimlessly, surroundings turning larger and smaller, closer and farther away.
The sticky and horrifying sensation from her limbs felt like the hallucinations emitted by a feverish patient's consciousness, inducing a fear akin to facing a nightmare.
"Damn it, damn it!"
"Dunkirk, you deceitful serpent, you cunning snake!"
Dunkirk did not respond to her; the air answered with an increasingly condensed atmosphere of terror.
"MI6 military style, ultimate circular shield..."
Crash!
Like overturning a jug of the sea, blood splashed freely from the woman's cheek.
A powerful arm emerged from the shadows, grasping a dagger, brutally plunging it into the woman's cheek, slashing down her left face with a cruel sound of grinding teeth.
The dagger sliced through her neck in a single stroke, accompanied by tremendous force, piercing through the woman's chest instantly.
Before realizing her mouth was agape, the woman's unfinished curse crumbled along with her fragile fighting spirit as she collapsed to the ground.
