Chapter 607 Removing the Mask, It's Actually Her?
Rose felt herself locked in. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't dodge the blade. A bone-deep terror washed over her, leaving her mind blank, her breath caught, and her face twisted in pure dread.
She managed to choke out a desperate, "No!"
But just as the sword was inches from her throat, a rock came flying out of nowhere, smashing into the blade with enough force to knock it off course. The sword barely grazed her neck, leaving a thin trail of blood in its wake.
The next moment, the sound of air friction was heard, and several stones flew over at high speed, with power comparable to bullets, blocking the assassin's attack direction, forcing her to retreat and use her sword to deflect the stones.
Rose came to her senses, her shirt drenched in sweat. She'd just stared death in the face, and now she was gasping for air, her legs wobbling so badly she could barely stay upright.
It was weird. Rose was a hardened agent, someone who'd faced death more times than she could count. She'd made peace with the idea of dying long ago. Even with a gun to her head, she could keep her cool. But this? The fear radiating from the black-clad figure was something else entirely—a mental battering that went beyond the fear of death, a raw, primal terror that crushed her from the inside out.
As for Selina, she was even worse off. If not for her healthy body and strong heart, she would have been scared senseless by now.
The black-clad figure looked deeply in the direction to the left, where a man emerged from the darkness, his gaze locked on her.
Of course, it was James, who had arrived immediately.
Behind him, Gray came panting, finding it hard to keep up with James's speed despite using all his strength.
"Who are you with?" James asked, staring at her.
The black-clad figure showed little emotional fluctuation. She glanced at Selina, then decisively fled.
James's lips curled into a disdainful smile. "Think you can run?"
In an instant, he vanished from his spot, hot on her trail.
Give the black-clad figure credit—she was sharp. Realizing she was outmatched, she ditched the mission and made a break for it.
But running from James? That was a losing game from the start.
After James chased the assassin away, Rose and the princess finally breathed a sigh of relief, unknowingly breaking out in a cold sweat.
Gray hurried over, concerned, "Princess, are you alright?"
Selina shook her head, "I'm fine. Uncle Gray, what's going on? Was there really an assassin trying to kill me?"
Speaking of this, Gray felt a wave of shame and self-blame, saying, "Princess, it was my negligence. I didn't detect the assassin in time, putting you in danger!"
Rose looked at Tom, lying motionless on the ground, her eyes filled with deep sadness and sorrow. "Tom died protecting the princess."
Selina also felt sad, her eyes red, saying, "It's all my fault, I got Tom killed. I shouldn't have been so willful, insisting on coming to the concert."
She cried in self-blame.
Gray felt deeply saddened as well. He went over to pick up Tom's body, his nose stinging, "Princess, this isn't your fault. It's my failure to protect you."
Rose thought of something and said, "Gray, that guy from Sunlandia…"
Gray nodded, "We underestimated him. He's a true expert. If it weren't for him tonight, we would all be dead. He's truly formidable."
Gray shivered at the thought of James's displayed strength.
Selina said, "But Uncle Gray, didn't you say he was useless, not impressive at all?"
Gray felt even more embarrassed, saying, "I misjudged. It seems Sunlandia values us highly, sending a super expert to protect us."
Selina, just an ordinary person and still shaken from earlier, hadn't picked up on James's power. But seeing Gray's reaction, it was clear the guy was a force to be reckoned with. And that piqued her interest.
People are drawn to strength. At first, she'd written James off as some nobody, nothing special, and it had grated on her. Now, realizing he wasn't just competent but a total powerhouse flipped a switch. The way they'd underestimated him today, and how he'd brushed it off without a word, made her see him in a whole new light—mysterious, unshakable, and utterly intriguing.
Meanwhile, James kept up the chase.
The more he followed, the more he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew who this was. And that? That bugged him.
Staring at the figure's back as he closed the distance, a name started to form in his mind.
"Give it up. You're not getting away," James called out, now just 15 feet behind.
The black-clad figure suddenly turned, thrusting a sword at James's chest. James moved to block, but the opponent's skill was next level—a quick twist of the wrist, and the sword shifted direction, slicing toward his throat.
In that split second, James felt the cold bite of steel before it even touched him. The air itself seemed to sharpen, a warning of what was coming. One hit, and he knew it'd be lights out. No second chances.
But James had it all under control. No way she was landing that hit.
His free hand shot to his chest, fingers snapping out like a whip. A sharp clang rang out as the sword shuddered violently. Another flick, and the blade snapped clean in two.
The black-clad figure's eyes widened, stunned by the raw power James just flexed.
This was too fierce!
Without any hesitation, she abandoned the sword and fled.
James took a step forward, reaching her side, and grabbed at her face.
At that moment, the black-clad figure felt immense danger. She reacted with unprecedented speed, leaning back to avoid James's hand.
He missed her, but his fingers snagged the mask, yanking it off to reveal a face that stopped him cold.
James's eyes widened, his voice sharp with disbelief. "Arianwen?"
Yeah, that face—it was her. Arianwen. The ice-cold killer who once called him master!
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