Chapter 1412 - 652: Subduing the Assassin Group: Authentic to the Core

This deadline may be: forever.

Forcing down the excitement, she knelt on one knee and kissed the Storm Seal Ring on his hand:

"My Redeemer, my life’s guide, my teacher, my Lord, my Chief God, His Majesty Saint Byron!

Amita and the Assassin Sect group will become your sharpest Sleeve Sword, severing the throats of all enemies!"

Byron is the Empire’s Emperor to whom she will pledge allegiance, the Night Demon Monarch of her bloodline origin, the [Father of Monsters] who created her, and also her everything.

From the moment she received the First Embrace and became a Night Demon Princess, she primarily depended on Byron, becoming his Lesser God.

To others with strong self-will, it might seem like losing freedom, but for Amita, who has suffered too much, it’s something she gladly seeks.

Because it means she has gained a solid reliance and will never be abandoned again.

Although Byron finds the titles the girl quietly gave him too exaggerated, especially "teacher," which is quite embarrassing.

He quickly helped her up and diverted the topic:

"I’ve read the memory of the Assassin.

The Sixth Order Ritual to ascend to heaven, though a failure this time, still has the possibility to continue.

If we can’t resolve the task’s target, dealing with the commissioner is also viable.

The Assassin doesn’t know who the commissioner is, but I do have a suspect target and should be able to confirm it soon after today.

Only you, a perfect match besides the Sabah family, can take advantage of this Divine Position to ascend to greater heights, unleashing its greatest value."

Upon hearing this, a fierce light erupted in Amita’s eyes:

"No matter who, if they dare to hire an assassin against Your Majesty, I will personally sever their head!"

By pairing the [Assassination] Divine Position with the [Panacea] brewed by 35 generations of Mountain Elders over the past 700 years, and adding the life of the buyer, it can definitely renew the path of the Demigod.

In the near future, there will be an Assassination God that makes enemies dismayed.

Indeed: Return the broth to the original dish, that’s the genuine article!

....

When she resumed her formerly timid appearance, her wet black hair dripping, Amita walked out of the bathroom, and the sky in the east had already turned white.

In the eyes of nearby guards and early palace attendants, she seemed to move slowly as if inconvenient.

Everyone’s gaze flickered slightly.

Especially those palace attendants who had shown disdain and cold eyes towards her now cast their eyes downward in great fear, no longer daring to look at this low-status "ugliest princess."

No matter how repulsive her appearance was, once she established a close relationship with one of the most powerful people on the Silver Continent, these servants no longer had the courage or qualification to gaze upon her.

Nor did they have the guts to reject, isolate, or ignore Her Royal Highness the Princess, even letting her feel their negative emotions would be an absolute crime!

If that big figure frowned slightly, their King, the [Desert Eagle], would unhesitatingly hang them.

This is the allure of power.

"Your Royal Highness Amita, do you need someone to escort you back?

To defend Ganquan Palace, there are quite a few female members in His Majesty’s Storm Cloak."

[Phantom Blade] Gus also realized that the status of this "Massage Therapist" had already drastically changed, his face full of caution, contrasting sharply with the indifferent attitude he showed last night when the girl arrived.

The girl smiled and politely refused:

"No need for the trouble, thank you, I can walk back myself."

Gus still didn’t slacken and, along with a group of Guardsmen behind him, slightly bowed:

"Your Royal Highness Amita, please walk slowly."

It wasn’t until he watched her leave.

Gus straightened up, muttering to himself:

"Even though His Majesty hasn’t specifically notified me, who would believe nothing happened last night?

Perhaps soon, we might call her: Lady Amita."

Deciding to let last night’s events rot in his stomach, he resolved not to speak of it even under threat.

Amita, already acquired the [Assassination] Divine Position with overwhelming power, although far away, clearly heard his muttering.

Upon hearing "Lady Amita," her heart was secretly delighted, finding Gus suddenly quite agreeable.

"When His Majesty carries out the plan to send ’Storm Cloak’ over to help me inherit the Assassin Sect legacy, I’ll give you some extra care."

Once she entered the palace group, out of sight from the bathroom behind her and away from everyone’s gaze, her movements immediately returned to normal.

She carefully took out a white handkerchief from her pocket, which was the one Byron used to wipe away her tears.

Seeing no one around, the girl slowly pressed it to her face, deeply inhaling and a blush of intoxicating red appeared on her cheeks, she murmured:

"To be with His Majesty forever, to be needed by him, is truly wonderful, truly wonderful. Hehehe..."