Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 560

Stacks of cardboard and wooden boxes lined the warehouse walls, their white seals indicating they were fish preserves bound for export. Near the door, iron shelves held an assortment of gears, bearings, and metal tools. They must have been recently oiled, filling the warehouse with a thick, acrid stench.

A single rope dangled from the rafters, a mining lamp hanging from its end—the only source of light in the entire space.

"Here's what you came for."

Once the door was shut, Dolores, wearing gloves, carefully produced a red wooden box. The moment she opened it, a cloud of white, frigid mist billowed out. Dolores shivered violently as the temperature in the room plummeted.

Nestled inside was a beautiful ice crystal, its every facet catching and reflecting the lamplight. It possessed a mesmerizing allure that could drive any lover of jewels to madness.

Mrs. Wisdel didn't even glance at the object in Dolores's hands. Instead, she slowly backed away toward the shelves.

"I apologize, but I'm not actually here to trade. Someone paid me one hundred thousand krone to kill you here tonight."

Her voice was clear, her gray eyes fixed unwaveringly on Dolores and her maid.

"You should know that if I dared to meet a stranger for a trade, I wouldn't come completely unprepared."

"If you're referring to the six Enchanters outside, I'm afraid they can't get in. While I couldn't find an item like B-03-4-2283, the Sealing Room Candle, I can at least guarantee my subordinates will keep them occupied for a while."

She turned and pulled a long, gleaming knife from the shelf—the kind of blade hunters used for dressing large game. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fire·net

"Such beautiful faces... I've found the material for my new masks."

Hearing this, Dolores couldn't help but tremble.

"Since you accepted this commission, you must know who I am. Did you really think my security detail consists of only those bodyguards?"

"No. I've spent the last three months preparing this warehouse. Spatial travel is blocked in this area. That little item you're carrying won't be of any use."

Julia's pupils constricted. Fewer than five people, including the princess and herself, knew about that item.

Mrs. Wisdel slowly stroked the spine of the blade with her finger, as if caressing a lover.

"I know neither of you is married. That's wonderful. You see, I have a thing about cleanliness—I don't like using skin that men have touched to make my masks."

"One hundred and twenty thousand krone. Abandon your mission. You should know that if we fight, you're not guaranteed to be the victor."

Dolores didn't even know exactly how much money she had. Though she wasn't the royal family's most favored child, a princess never wanted for pocket money.

"An assassin must have integrity, Your Highness. Besides, I am confident I will win. We can put it to the test."

As she spoke, a deafening bang echoed through the warehouse. The iron door, smoking as if hit by a steam bomb, was blasted off its hinges and sent flying into the opposite wall.

Moonlight pierced the clouds, illuminating the figure in the doorway: Miss Miller. Behind her, strangers lay scattered on the ground, while farther back, Dolores's own guards stood at the ready.

"I considered this possibility as well."

Mrs. Wisdel showed no alarm. Instead, she studied Miss Miller's face intently.

"This face is quite beautiful, too. Have all the beauties of Ruen decided to venture out tonight?"

A morbid smile spread across her face as she pointed the long knife in her right hand toward the mining lamp, which had just been extinguished by the wind and snow blowing in.

"This is B-06-4-2291, the Merciful Light of Justice for the Weak. It's a single-use item, but when it's extinguished, the highest-level Enchanter present is forcibly reduced to the same power level as the lowest. And as it happens..."

She glanced at the boxes behind Dolores and Julia.

"Over there lies a Level 0 Enchanter I knocked unconscious. So, if you would be so kind as to die for me now!"

A translucent, silvery-white archer materialized behind Dolores, but Mrs. Wisdel moved as if teleporting, swinging her knife as she appeared before the princess before an arrow could be loosed.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Julia yanked Dolores aside. Shards of ice flew as the woman's blade struck the ice archer.

The archer abandoned its shot, instead clamping both hands onto the woman's arm. Where they made contact, frost crept up her sleeve toward her shoulder.

A muffled explosion, like a firework, echoed inside the warehouse. A puff of pale yellow smoke rose from where Mrs. Wisdel had been standing.

When the smoke cleared, the woman was gone.

Dolores shouted a warning. "I can feel she's still nearby!"

Barely ten seconds had passed since Miss Miller had blasted the door open. She still stood in the same spot, while behind her, Dolores's guards were still rushing toward them.

Logically, Mrs. Wisdel's best option was to kill Dolores Stuart quickly and escape to avoid further complications. For that reason, Julia's attention remained fixed on the princess.

By the time she noticed a distortion in the air near Miss Miller, it was too late to shout a warning.

Mrs. Wisdel brought her blade down on Miss Miller, high from above. For that one second, she believed she had succeeded.

With feline agility, Miss Miller sidestepped the blade. Just as Mrs. Wisdel abruptly changed her momentum for a horizontal slash, Miller ducked low and then sprang upward, leaping at least ten feet into the air.

She twisted her body in mid-air and, using the momentum of her descent, launched a powerful forward kick that sent Mrs. Wisdel flying back into the warehouse.

She landed gracefully on the ground. Though it was the same ability, Cat's Grace, Miss Miller's use of it was far more potent than Jenkins's.

"That's impossible... Why..."

"You weakened my power," Miller stated calmly, "but I can borrow someone else's."

The card in her hand, the one bearing Jenkins's portrait, crumbled to dust. She took a deep breath, and a dark shadow materialized behind her.

Of course, Miss Miller had only borrowed the power itself, not the status of a Savior. She had discovered many interesting things within Jenkins's abilities, which confirmed her earlier theories.

"Now then, say your goodbyes to this world."