Chapter 1409 - 652: Subjugating the Assassin Group: Like Dissolving Soup Into Its Original Ingredients—That’s Authentic

The 35th generation of the Mountain Elder probably never experienced the iron-fisted despotism of the Empire’s Emperor under a centralized regime, and in desperation, dared to shout out a curse instead of kneeling to die obediently.

It was originally just his own death, but now he can only experience the whole... extinguishment of nine clans.

Splurt!

Byron had not yet changed expression when Amita jumped up on the spot and stabbed another sword under the ribs of the assassin, twisting it as well.

It looked extremely bloody, although not fatal, yet it left the assassin sweating profusely, his entire body convulsing violently.

Hoping to be a tough guy, to endure not making a scream was a luxury.

"Ahhhhh..."

"You think you haven’t died miserably enough!"

Amita has been scolded by others too many times since childhood, and the level of profanity from the assassin couldn’t even compare to the old washerwoman of the palace.

When she was young and naive, it wasn’t unheard of to accidentally get pricked twice.

After growing up, though the attendants restrained themselves quite a bit, the cold violence and hurtful words behind her back were still a regular occurrence.

Insults that didn’t hurt or itch, she had long become immune to them.

Yet the assassin dared to say that she hadn’t confronted Byron, which entirely denied her intimate and negative-distance relationship with the only pillar of her life, and already was a path to seeking death!

Also, daring to curse the most gentle His Majesty Saint Byron as heartless, that was absolutely unbearable.

Thus, the assassin, lying on the ground in pain and wailing, saw Amita, still exuding black mist, turn her head to advise Byron:

"Your Majesty Saint Byron, I know all the secrets of the Assassin Sect.

Just give me the order, and I can help you eradicate all 2172 assassins of the entire assassin group, to atone for the sins of my past harm to you.

In no more than a month, I guarantee not a single one will be left!

Oh, probably because I was too weak and easy to control before, many secrets of the Sabah Family weren’t hidden from me.

So I also know that the assassin has four full brothers, one half-brother, twelve cousins, two uncles in the middle sequence, oh, and he also keeps five eagles, seven hounds, and thirteen alligators.

The assassin has personally taught me that goodness without power as its backing is worth nothing.

Within three days I will present all their heads to you."

As soon as the bleeding assassin heard these words, he spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood on the spot, like he was meeting Amita for the first time today, incredulously trembling as he said:

"You... you are so venomous—! You were also cultivated by the sect."

In the blink of an eye, the little white rabbit turned into a venomous snake, and this leader of a murder-ridden assassin group even uttered the naive words once spoken by that Amita.

The power dynamics were reversed, Amita looking down from above, smiling extremely brightly:

"Assassin, you taught me well.

Humans teach humans, cannot learn, events teach humans, learn in one go.

Rest assured, I will dispatch all the Swift Hawks stationed at the Royal Capital to summon all members of the assassin group back, one month will be plenty of time.

As soon as the mirror surface of The World’s First Glass Mirror is flipped, none of them will be able to escape, hehehe..."

This "ugliest princess" who lived cowardly her whole life and was bullied all her life, felt utterly relaxed after turning dark, shedding her shackles and burdens both physically and mentally.

Especially when she discovered that the villains could also feel sadness and pain when bullied, she couldn’t help laughing happily:

’I only need an anchor chain anchored to His Majesty Saint Byron.

As long as His Majesty likes me, I can be an ugly girl, a demon, an executioner, and a lunatic in others’ eyes.

From then on, morality, human nature, and family ties can no longer bind me!’

In this moment, Byron reached out to pull the girl’s sleeve, making her instantly retract all the black mist and transform back into a well-behaved girl.

He glanced at the assassin on the ground desperately trying to grab her calf, advising her:

"Amita, I think your idea is a bit too extreme."

Just as the assassin suddenly lifted his head, hope rising in his heart, thinking that Byron was like the legendary "Saint Byron", broad-minded, repaying goodness for grievance, and devoid of private grudges like a saint,

he heard Byron continue:

"At that time, you just need to kill the entire Sabah Family and the eagles, dogs, and worms they raised.

If you continue to expand the scope, killing teachers and students as well, that reaches ten clans, and even an emperor with infinite power wouldn’t do such a thing, it’s a bit too bloody."

These words made Amita’s eyes flash with adoring stars, clutching his hand tightly:

"Your Majesty Saint Byron, you are indeed a good person, truly merciful!"

For the first time, lying on the ground, the assassin doubted whether he had any misunderstandings about the definition of "good person", and finally understood why it was widely rumored outside that Saint Byron bore no personal grudges?

"If the person who offended you, his whole family including dogs is killed, how could there be personal grudges left?

For us assassins, as long as all witnesses are killed it’s a perfect infiltration.

For you, as long as all enemies are killed, you are a pure, spotless saint? Such a saintly name, such a Messiah, well, well, well..."

Spurt!

The assassin, who had been lively and kicking despite being stabbed 28 times, succumbed to the anger, spitting mouthful after mouthful of fresh blood, and in a moment, with a final kick, he breathed his last.