"How was it? That feeling just now must’ve been amazing. I really envy you."

"If you mention this again, I’ll kill you."

"Amia, the ace assassin of the Assassins Union, has executed 107 missions with 106 successes. Her sole failure was the prior attempt on Lord Wenwu’s life. She favors schemes and stealth over direct combat—her frontline skills aren’t top-tier in the Union."

Amia hadn’t gone far. After Wenwu left, she reappeared beside Karida.

"No wonder you’re from the Gray Church—you know too much. But even if my direct combat skills suck, killing you would be easy."

"If you wanted me dead, you’d have done it already. Clearly, you need something from me now."

"Hmph." Karida’s words annoyed Amia. "You and that bastard Wenwu are linked by a Gray Church technique. You always know his location. I need you to track him for me."

"You want to kill him?"

"Yes! He... violated me. How could I let him live?"

"You’ve already tried assassinating Lord Wenwu once. Do you think the second attempt will go smoother?"

"If the second fails, then the third, fourth—until he dies. Will you take this job or not?"

Amia grew impatient. Killing Wenwu was her only goal now.

After a pause, Karida replied, "Double the usual intel fee."

"Deal."

As a top assassin, Amia cared little for money. Achieving her goal mattered more.

On a forest path.

"Silver, where are we going?"

"To see a doctor."

"The cute girl doctor you mentioned at the mansion banquet?"

"Yes, her."

Hearing about a beauty, Wenwu’s mood lifted.

They walked for ages.

"Silver... aren’t we there yet..."

Since last night, Wenwu had been bled by Amia, caused chaos in Black Street, and just now endured another ordeal with her. He was utterly exhausted.

"Master, hold on! Almost there—see that house? That’s it." Silver encouraged him.

Wenwu struggled to open his eyes. He saw a small village where Silver pointed.

With his last strength, Wenwu trudged toward it with Silver.

"Ah, Doctor Fiona!"

A short-haired girl ahead turned at Silver’s voice.

"Silver? Long time no see. What brings you here?"

"Just passing through. Need a favor."

"Where’s your master Wenwu? Haven’t seen him."

"He’s behind—" Silver turned, scanning. "Master? Where are you?" Silver cried out.

"That... the bandaged guy lying face-down over there?"

Silver looked. It was Wenwu.

Silver rushed over, shaking him. "Master, don’t die! You were fine moments ago—don’t scare me!"

Fiona approached, took a quick look. "Silver, relax. He’s just asleep."

"Really?" Tears welled in Silver’s eyes.

"Let’s move him to my house. I have a sickbed—it’s the village clinic."

Villagers helped carry Wenwu to Fiona’s cluttered room of herbs and medical books. Silver explained Wenwu’s injuries.

Fiona frowned after listening. She unwrapped Wenwu’s bandages, sniffed the wound. "Silver, did you use my medicine on his burns?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Sigh..." Fiona sighed. "Don’t you remember what I said when I gave it to you?"

"Huh? What?"

"That medicine’s for cuts, not burns. Different injuries need different treatments."

Tears filled Silver’s eyes again. "Then... will Master die..."

"Calm down. Misusing it won’t cause extra harm this time. Wenwu will be fine."

Relieved, Silver helped Fiona reapply medicine and bandage Wenwu. He remained unconscious.

"Doctor Fiona, Master suddenly lost his memory. Can it be cured?"

"Amnesia? From trauma?" Fiona asked.

"I’m not sure. It started after he left an inn."

"We’ll ask him when he wakes. Let him rest now."

"Okay. You go busy—I’ll stay with Master."

"Alright."

Fiona left.

Time passed. Silver fell asleep leaning on the bed.

*Thud. Thud. Thud...*

Footsteps outside woke Wenwu.

"So loud..."

Groggy and annoyed, he grumbled.

"Shh, Master. Don’t speak."

Silver, already awake, covered Wenwu’s mouth.

Seeing Silver’s serious face, Wenwu snapped alert.

"Sir Knight, what’s happening?" an old man asked.

"By Imperial order, we’re arresting fugitive Wenwu." He showed Wenwu’s portrait.

"Cooperate with our search."

"Of course... of course..." The old man glanced at Fiona after seeing the portrait.

Soldiers began searching.

*They’re here already*, Wenwu thought. He signaled Silver, who tensed, ready to fight.

Minutes ticked by. Soldiers kept searching.

"Step aside. Don’t obstruct duty."

"No. My patient needs rest."

"You defy the Emperor?"

"I said no." Fiona’s voice came from outside.

"What’s wrong?"

"Lady Mirantha, she blocks our search." A soldier reported.

*Mirantha?* Wenwu realized why her voice sounded familiar.

"Please cooperate," Mirantha coaxed Fiona.

Fiona shook her head firmly.

"Then I can’t be blamed." Mirantha drew her sword, pointing it at Fiona. "Last chance. Move or not?"